Disclaimer: For the last time, I do not own Criminal Minds
A/N: Last chapter guys. Thanks to everyone for their support on the story, especially mablereid. CC I'll get to work on your idea soon.
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Allie turned her attention to the tickets once again. She opened the first one, a return flight to Calgary. Suddenly her eyes were as big as saucers. "This ticket has my name on it," Allie said excitedly. She quickly picked up the other ticket, "This one has your name on it." She looked up to see the widest smile and dancing brown eyes. "What, honey I don't understand."
"I got a great deal on this trip and since the reunion didn't work out the way you'd hoped, I figured another get away was called for," Reid explained.
"That's really sweet honey, but I don't have any more vacation time."
"Uh, yeah you do. Because you were helping with the case in Lancaster, Hotch slated you as working, assisting the BAU, so your vacation was restored. I talked with Dennis and he said now was an okay time so I booked the trip. We are going to spend a glorious week in Lake Louise," Reid announced happily.
Allie ran around from behind her workbench and threw her arms around Reid, kissing him soundly on the lips. "Allie, we're in the workplace," Reid reminded her.
"Oh sorry, I guess I got carried away." She blushed noticing others in the lab were staring.
Reid picked up the envelope and put the tickets inside it and turned to leave. "Hang on a minute there bucko, leave those here. I am going to give them a thorough evaluation and I will get back to you with my findings Dr. Reid."
"Can I make one request," Reid whispered. Allie nodded and Reid continued. "When we go to Lake Louise could you bring that little silk lace thingy that you didn't get to wear in Lancaster? I'll give it a thorough evaluation and get back to you with my findings."
Allie slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "Get back to work."
"Yes ma'am," Reid said as he was going out the door. When he was out of the lab he pulled out his cell and placed a call. "Hi, Mr. Graham, Spencer Reid."
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William Reid was sitting on his bunk, reading a book. Larry stopped in front of his cell and walked in. He handed William some papers. "It's strange, in all the time I've been here nobody ever asked for that before. Anyway, I just ran them off on the copier, they're not great quality."
William unfolded the sheets of paper, "They'll do fine. Thank you Larry."
"Hey it's the least I could do. After I told my daughter your suggestions, she had no problem with her college admissions."
After the guard had gone, William looked at the papers Larry had left with him. Looking back at him were the faces of Evan and Spencer taken outside the visiting room.
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There was a knock at the door. Cecelia Mendez got slowly to her feet, her arthritic knees protesting the movement, and hobbled slowly to the door. She opened the door, careful to leave the chain on, to see a man in a courier's uniform holding a brown envelope.
"Delivery for Cecelia Mendez," said the courier.
"For me, who would send me something?" The courier handed her the envelope. "Oh," she said, "I don't have much money."
"It's okay ma'am, tip's already been taken care of. Just sign this sheet beside your name." He passed a clipboard through the only slightly open door. Cecelia signed the paper and handed it back. After thanking the courier, she closed and locked the door, walked unsteadily back to her chair and opened the envelope.
Inside there was an airline ticket and a letter. She opened the letter and started to read.
Dear Mrs. Mendez,
Arrangements have been made through First National Bank of Chicago for you to fly once each month from Chicago to Kansas City.
You will be picked up at your home by the airport shuttle and you will be picked up upon arrival in Kansas City and delivered to your destination. You will return in the same manner. Please let First National know when you want to take your flight each month and they will purchase the ticket on your behalf.
If you have any questions please contact me, a card with my number is attached. Please reverse all charges.
Yours truly,
Lloyd Graham
Attorney at Law
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Reid opened his apartment door and his olfactory senses were aroused by the aroma of Allie's three cheese lasagna. The cook was busy chopping vegetables for a salad, singing along with the radio, oblivious to his entrance. He approached her from behind putting his arms around her waist. Allie jumped and screamed, twisting from his grasp, the knife in her hand poised.
Reid raised his hands. "I'm so sorry, oh God, I'm sorry. I never thought." He backed away.
Allie looked at him, and then disbelievingly at the knife in her hand. "Oh God," she screamed as the knife dropped from her hand and clattered to the floor. Tears spilled down her face as Reid took her in his arms and held her. "W..what's wrong with me, I could have hurt you," she whispered tearfully.
"No," he held her away from him. "You would never hurt me. I know you'd rather die than hurt me."
"But the knife, I…"
"That was my fault." He caressed her hair soothingly. "I shouldn't have snuck up on you. After what you went through, I should have known better."
"I thought…I thought I was okay," she spluttered, her head on his shoulder. "But when you came behind me it felt like when Daryl was behind me, holding that knife at my throat and I…I…"
"I know, it was stupid of me. You just looked so utterly adorable, singing and chopping away. I should have said something and not scared you," Reid admitted.
"No," she pushed herself away from him. "You shouldn't have to walk on eggshells around me," Allie protested. "You shouldn't have to put up with this."
"Listen, you've put up with my nightmares and panic attacks. You've been through a very traumatic experience and I will not let you go through the aftermath of that alone."
"Come here," he took her hand and led her to the couch. "Sit down; I need to talk to you about something." Allie sat, looking intently at Spencer. "I've been thinking about something." He cleared his throat. "I would like you to move in here with me. Let's go start packing up your stuff before we go away and when we come back from our trip, it won't be my place, it'll be ours."
"You want me to live here with you, now. Shouldn't we wait until whatever this is resolves?"
"No," Reid shook his head adamantly. "Post traumatic stress disorder, let's give it the proper name. You know it's not going away overnight. But we both know it can and will get better. We have some wonderful psychologists at the bureau and they can help us get through this. We…We," he repeated, "Can get through this."
She looked into the brown eyes she loved so much, "You and me?"
Reid nodded, "You and me."
"Together?"
"Together."
The End