A/N- Wow, last chapter! We made it! :') I am both really happy and actually quite sad to be finishing this. I've had so much fun with it, and it's been so well received. 87 reviews for eleven chapters?? Insane. Well, compared to my other stories anyway! This was the first piece of fic I ever published, so it's my baby. Anyway, I'll let you guys get on with reading, but I just wanted to say thank you to all my readers, reviewers, and especially my board-mates who constantly have to put up with all my crazy shit. ONWARDS, TO THE FINALE! Please review and tell me what you thought, it would mean so much! I'll shut up now.

Chapter Twelve: In Which the Team Take a Ride

"Garcia, baby. Would you back up from the door already? Please?"

"Jeez Morgan, why so jumpy? You fly all the time!"

"The jet," Morgan muttered through clenched teeth, "is considerably more substantial than being thrown around in what basically amounts to a glass bubble." He was sitting in the middle of the wooden bench, feet pulled up to his chest as though he were afraid to touch the floor.

Reid strolled over to join his friend.

"You can hardly call this being thrown around Morgan; we're travelling at approximately 0.6 miles an hour."

This was met with a snarl, and Reid decided that maybe it was best to leave Morgan to his own devices for a while.

The Thames sprawled beneath them, each side lined with various buildings and landmarks. Being a typical winter's day, a thin grey mist hung in the air, punctuated by various bits of greenery and the scarlet buses making their rounds.

As soon as Reid had told Morgan what had happened on the phone last night, the rest of the team had rushed to the hospital, despite Garcia protesting that she was going to be out in an hour or so anyway. She had been plied with scorchingly bright flowers by Rossi, and everybody had watched with amused smirks as Morgan threatened to do several (anatomically impossible) unpleasant things to her assailant before literally refusing to leave her side until they were back at the hotel. Hotch had nipped out to grab some food for them all, and the team had had a quiet night in.

Today however, was a different matter. Despite everyone informing her that she should take things easy, Garcia had insisted that they have a proper tourist experience. They'd ridden a red double-decker bus, poked around the Natural History Museum, and bought several gifts for Henry and Jack between the seven of them. Now they were taking a spin around the London Eye, much to everyone's (minus Morgan) excitement.

Emily was snapping pictures like there was no tomorrow, whilst Hotch was having Big Ben pointed out to him by JJ. Garcia was relentlessly teasing Morgan. Rossi… Rossi wasn't even looking out at the view. He was just watching them all, a small smile playing around his lips.

Rossi turned to Reid.

"You know, I really thought that last case would break us. It's been one thing after another this year, and I really thought this would be the final straw. We get to leave it all behind for a weekend and one of us gets shot for crying out loud… and we're still standing. I think that's pretty special, don't you?"

Spencer pressed his lips together and nodded. Looking to break the tension, he cleared his throat.

"Did you know that up here, we can see for up to 40 kilometres in every direction?"

Rossi chuckled. "Now which dusty corner of you brain did you pull that one from, Reid?"

"Uh… this leaflet?"

*

Being back in the office on Tuesday was a drag, as they were all jetlagged beyond belief. It had been easy to pick out the BAU members when Garcia had stumbled in this morning, they had all be looking various shades of bedraggled, wrinkled suits they'd had no time to iron and bags the size of their suitcases under their eyes. Lord knows, she'd nearly forgotten to put on her clothes before she went out this morning.

Needless to say, she thought they all deserved a bit of a smile. Pulling up her email account, she quickly tapped out her message, attached a few files, and sent it to the team. Well, almost. As she was about to hit 'send', she realised she'd forgotten a subject line. Easily solved.

Subject: Reid works it, catwalk style ;)

Garcia leaned back and smiled.

Going away is great and all, but there's just no place like home.

With that she clicked the heels of her ruby red shoes, and sent the message.

*The End*