The team landed back in Quantico late in the evening eight days after JJ had started staying at Spencer's apartment. Without a word between the two of them, JJ waited in her office, and Spencer stalled in the bullpen until everyone else had left, before coming into her office.

"I need to get my car out of this parking lot." JJ said as soon as he had shut the door behind himself. "It's been here since I got back from New Orleans. And I'm tired of living out of my suitcase. I don't want to go back to my apartment yet, but I need to feel like I have a home again. And my apartment just isn't it. It's not home anymore," She took a deep breath before saying softly, "You are."

Spencer beamed at hearing her say this, then he suggested quickly, "Then move in with me."

"What?" she asked in surprise.

"Move in with me, JJ." He crossed the room and took her hands in his. "I want you, Jennifer Sandra Jarau, to live with me."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Alright then." JJ laughed. "I'll take my car to my apartment, talk to my landlord, and get some things that I need. Then I'll come back to your place. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful. Only, it's our place now."

"Our place." JJ corrected.

He turned to leave, still holding one of her hands, but stopped when she didn't budge. "What is it, JJ?"

She grinned. "I don't know if I can have an 'our place' with a man that I've never even kissed."

Spencer's smile got wider as he took the necessary step to stand in front of her once again. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him, and kissed her soundly.

"Now are we good?" he asked when the need for air became demanding.

"Very." JJ gasped.

Spencer laughed and they left the BAU building hand in hand.

Later that night, as Spencer got settled on what he had started to think of as "his side of their bed," he asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." JJ answered, not getting where he was going with his question until she looked at him, saw the way he was looking at her. "As a matter of fact..." she said slowly, "I am feeling - how did the good doctor put it? - fully recovered."

That was all that Spencer needed to hear before he took her in his arms. And this time they did much more than just sleep.

They waited two more months before breaking the news of their relationship to the team - by way of invitations to their wedding.

"How did this happen?" Emily asked in bewilderment.

At the same time, Penelope ordered excitedly, "Explain!"

JJ looked uncertainly at Spencer, who just put his arm around her shoulder and answered, "Let's just say... New Orleans."

The answer made absolutely no sense, but something about the way that Spencer was looking at the team told them that they were not to ask about "New Orleans."

Three Years Later

Holding four month old Jesse Reid in her arms, JJ called after her two year old daughter as she started to dash across the park where the team was gathered for a barbeque, "Anna Reid, slow down!"

Her daughter skidded to an absolute standstill before turning on her heel and running back to hide behind her mother's legs. Shading her eyes against the sun, JJ looked to see what - or apparently who - had caused her toddler's reaction. She began to tremble when she saw him approaching the group, staring straight at her.

Spence saw the change in her demeanor and scrambled to his feet as Will LaMontagne came to stand about a yard in front of JJ, Anna, and Jesse.

"Let's go, JJ." Will ordered. "I've been looking for you for way too long. Now that I've got you again, I'm going back to New Orleans, and you're coming with me."

Spencer opened his mouth to defend his wife, but JJ stopped him by giving him a look and laying a hand on his arm before she handed Jesse to him and pried Anna off of her leg. Resolve building, she forced herself to stop trembling and stepped up to Will before slapping him as hard as she could across the face. He gripped her forearms tightly, but she wrenched herself out of his grasp.

"How dare you even speak to me!" she screamed. "You deserve to rot in hell after everything you did to me in New Orleans!" Her voice became one of steely calm as she said, tone eerily quiet, "Now let me tell you something - you do not have me, I am another man's wife. I am not going with you, because I have a life here, and children that need their mother. I found happiness after everything that happened in New Orleans. That was another time, that was another town, that was another life, and it is not my life anymore. This is. So you will turn around, you will walk away, and you will not come back. If you choose not to do so, I will take the gun out of my boot, and I will shoot you point blank in the chest. Are we clear?"

Knowing that he had lost, Will turned around and walked away, freeing JJ completely from everything that had happened in New Orleans, and freeing her to completely enjoy everything that had and would happen after New Orleans.

Already all done! I would like to say that I have no problems whatsoever with Will, but this is the story that came to me, thus I am posting it. Obviously, this is no longer than the three-shot that I promised you guys in the first chapter. Inspired by Toby Keith's "New Orleans." Please review! Thanks!:)