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Reid entered the breakfast room, a sunny area off the kitchen, to find the Graham men seated around the large table while the women were milling about fetching things from the kitchen. Spencer could not believe the feast displayed before him. There was fresh fruit, eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns, waffles and biscuits fresh from the oven.
"Come on Spencer," Joan said, leading him to a chair, "You sit here. Chelsea, get Spencer some orange juice."
"Right Ma," Chelsea replied, tuning back toward the kitchen.
"Marion made those biscuits especially for you," Joan added, passing the basket to Reid.
"My mom makes the best biscuits in the world. Joan and the girls have tried but they can't touch Mom's," Lloyd informed Reid.
"That's very nice of you Mrs. Graham." He looked at Allie's grandmother. "I hope you didn't go to all this trouble on my account," Reid stated, still amazed at the spread before him.
"Are you kidding," Dylan remarked, "Of course they did, if it had been just Dad and me, we woulda got a bowl of cereal," to which he was once again cuffed on the head, this time by his mother. "Ow, Mom, okay, I'm shuttin' up already." Reid had to smirk, Dylan reminded him of an older version of Evan.
"So," Lloyd asked, "What do you two plan to do today?"
"That's mentionable at the breakfast table of course," Charlie added.
Reid and Allie both blushed, "Grandpa," Allie shouted. "I'm going to show Spencer around Lancaster," she added, "And later there's the meet and greet at the hotel."
"Don't forget to show him the Glass Museum and the Sherman House Museum," Joan said, finally sitting at the table. "Spencer, have you got any eggs there, oh and don't forget hash browns. Have another biscuit."
"You should show him the covered bridges too," Lloyd suggested.
"Oh, and the Georgean Museum, I don't know if you're interested in the civil war at all Spencer. There's a lot of interesting things there if you are," Chelsea interjected.
Allie finished her eggs and jumped up. "I'll go shower and change and we can get started on the day." She mussed Reid's hair as she dashed from the room and up the stairs.
"Somebody's spirits really picked up in a hurry." Dylan got death looks from both parents. "Alright, alright, I'm shuttin' up." He dug into the food on his plate.
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Reid and Allie returned to the hotel after a day spent exploring the sights of Lancaster. Reid was very impressed with Allie's hometown. Now they had to get ready for the meet and greet, luckily it was in the same hotel where their room was booked.
As Allie came out of the bathroom after getting ready for the evening, they looked at each other and laughed. They both wore the same things they'd worn on their first date. "Always love you in that leather." Allie told him as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Mmm, I love you in…and out of just about anything," he replied.
"You are a naughty boy, Dr. Reid. Come on, let's go meet my friends."
They headed for the convention hall which was filling with the alumni of Mount Pleasant High School class of 2002.
Allie was looking around the room when she suddenly spotted the person she was looking for. "Chantal," she shouted and ran with her arms open across the room to a blond woman approaching in a similar fashion. The two friends embraced saying how glad they were to see each other. "Oh my gosh, look at you," Allie said touching the expanding belly of her friend who was obviously pregnant.
"Yeah, we're getting along, one month to go," her friend replied.
"I'm getting so excited. I can hardly wait. Have you picked out any names…"
A medium height man with light brown hair was standing behind Chantal. He reached around the babbling women holding out his hand. "Mark Jeffries, Chantal's husband. You must be the FBI guy."
Reid shook hands with the man, "Yes, Spencer Reid. Congratulations on your upcoming parenthood."
"Thanks, I was really freaked out at first when Chantal said she wanted to get pregnant. I thought we were great the way we were but you know women, they get this nesting complex or something and they've got to have a baby or they won't be complete. You'll find out. She's gonna want one one of these days." He pointed a finger at Allie and Reid hoped his face didn't show the terror he felt at Mark's statement but feared it did when Mark said, "On that note, let me introduce you to the most important man in the room."
"Who's that," Reid asked?
"The bartender."
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Mark and Reid were walking about the convention hall, their drinks in their hands and Mark was pointing out various triumphs of his graduating class. The state high school football championships, he'd been on the team as a place kicker, the Quiz Bowl team that got to the semi finals. Allie had been on the team, Mark pointed out and Reid looked closely at the photo, recognizing the young Allie. Her hair was long then and parted in the middle. He smiled at the young carefree girl in the picture.
He and Mark moved along and came to a tribute on one wall that said In Memoriam. There were pictures of seven students on the wall. "Well there's a bunch that never made it to the reunion," Mark said somberly.
"I'm sorry," Reid said, "Were you close to them?"
"I was close to a couple of the guys when we were in high school. Of course, you lose touch when you go off to different colleges."
"Did they die in a car accident together or something?" Reid asked, curious that a small high school class had lost seven members already.
"No," Mark informed him, "They all died of different things."
"What kind of things," Reid asked, his radar was alerted and he didn't like what it was telling him.
"Well, Darcy Kullman," he pointed to the first picture, "She died in a car accident. Pam McPhee, she died of anaphylactic shock. She was allergic to mushrooms and somehow she unknowingly ate one one day and bang, she's gone. Drake Holloway died in a hunting accident and Laurel Jamison was attacked by a mugger. Lorne Kemp," he continued to point at the pictures, "He had a heart attack. Brian Dalton drowned and Marla Felstead died of food poisoning, botulism."
"Hey Mark," yelled a man from across the room, "You old dog, I been looking all over for you."
Mark turned and smiled, "Colin, well how are you buddy," he went off with his friend leaving Reid staring at the pictures of Allie's deceased classmates. Something was wrong, things did not add up statistically at all. Something was very wrong. He pulled out his cell phone and hit speed dial, "Hi Garcia…"