*Inside Café American, at the table of Jennifer Jareau*

"Jennifer."

Before Jennifer could respond, Rossi returned at the same time Aaron did.

"Well what a coincidence. The lady was just inquiring about you, Spencer."

Aaron looked at this young man then to Jennifer. "You know him?"

"Yes. So many years ago in Paris. You probably don't remember, Spencer."

"How could I forget? We were at Labelle Aurora. You wore gray. The army wore blue."

Jennifer slightly smiled. "I've put that outfit away for a special occasion."

Spencer turned to Aaron. "Mr. Hotchner, how are liking Casablanca?"

"A little warm. Will you have a drink with us, Mr. Reid?"

Rossi cut in. "Spencer never.."

"Yes. I will," Spencer said, interrupting Rossi. He turned to Kevin. "Kevin! Champagne cocktail."

"Yes, Boss."

"Well, Spencer, you're just full of surprises."

Before Spencer could reply, an alarm sounded, announcing the curfew that was now in affect. The patrons drifted out of the café, the employees on Spencer's payroll were cleaning up, readying the café for the next night of drinking and laughing.

After the employees had left, Spencer sat at a table, drinking a bottle of gin, alone. Derik had come into the room after putting away his sheet music.

"C'mon Mister Spencer, let's go home."

"No," Spencer said in a drunken stupor, "I'm waiting for her."

"Then let's go riding. We'll drive all night and return after she's left."

"Derik, I said to leave me alone."

"Then we'll get drunk and go fishing."

"I said no!"

Derik sighed and sat at the piano and began to play an unfamiliar melody.

Spencer turns to Derik. "What's that you're playing?"

"Oh, a little something I wrote myself."

"Well, Stop it and play it again, Derik."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mister Spencer."

"You played it for her. You can play it for me. Play it."

Derik began playing "As Time Goes By" Spencer pours more gin into his glass. "Of all the gin joints in the world, She has to walk into mine." He allowed his mind to wander into the past. Five years ago to be exact, to Paris. He had fled Berlin to Paris after Hitler's army had taken control of most of Germany. He never expected to find her. A bright spot in Paris. Jennifer Jareau. At the beginning of the relationship, both Spencer and Jennifer had agreed to not ask questions about their pasts. It was at their favorite eatery, that the announcement of the German army would be flooding into Paris was made.

"Spence," she said with fear and concern in her voice, "you have to leave Paris. If the Nazis know your record and know that you're here, they'll have you in a concentration camp for sure."

"I have no intentions of being here when those Germans come to Paris."

A few days later at Labella Aurora, Jennifer's behavior was a little off, so much so that even Spencer noticed. He never said anything. He poured three glasses of champagne. One he gave to Derik, and to Jennifer. "We've got at least four cases of this stuff to drink. Pierre said that he'll water his garden with champagne before the Nazis get to it."

Suddenly, a German voice over a loud speaker boomed, "Attention, Attention.."

Both Jennifer and Spencer went to the window to listen to what was being said.

"My German is a little rusty," Spencer said.

"It's the Gestapo," Jennifer replied, "The Nazis will be in Paris by Wednesday. They're telling us how to act when the army comes marching in." Jennifer sits down at the table that faces the window. She sighs. "I never thought I'd see the day when everything I loved would be destroyed by a dark cloud."

Spencer poured more champagne and made a toast. "Here's looking at you, Kid."

Jennifer looked sadly at him. Spencer picked up on her sadness. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I mean, Are you sure everything is ready for the train?"

"Sure. We've got the tickets. Hey, I've got an idea. Let's get married on the train."

"Spence…"

"Well surely if the captain of a ship can marry couples, then so can the conductor of the train."

"Spence. Please."

"What is it?"

"What if one of us weren't able to make the train?"

"Meaning?"

"Nothing." Suddenly a cannon fired in the distance. She hugged Spencer. "Is that cannons, or is my heart beating loudly?" She looked at him. "Kiss me, Spence. Kiss me as if it were the last time." He gave into her.

"I'll see you at the train station at 4:45pm."

The next day found Spencer waiting for Jennifer at the train station in the rain. He looked at the clock in the square. 5:10 and the conductor was making the final call to board. Suddenly he saw Derik coming towards him.

"Any sign of her at the hotel?"

"No sir, Mister Spencer. She wasn't at the hotel. This was left for you at the front desk."

Spencer took the letter. He opened it and read it.

"Dear Spence," it began, "I cannot go with you. Pleas don't ask why. Love, Jennifer."

Spencer's head shot up. So that's why her behavior was off. He swore.

"C'mon, Mister Spencer. The conductor is making the last call."

Begrudgingly, Spencer boarded the train with Derik. He crumpled the letter and threw it onto the railroad tracks as the train left Paris, headed for a safer destination.

Spencer's mind was snagged back to the present as a figure walked into the door of Café American. It was Jennifer.

"I knew you'd be here," Spencer slurred.

"I had to see you again."

"Have anything to do with a man who looked like a fool standing in the rain waiting at the damn train station? I wonder how that story ended. Oh I remember. It had a wow finish. A letter at the last minute saying you were unable to meet me. I left my heart on my sleeve and this is what I get."

"I came here, Spencer, to explain why I couldn't meet you at the station in Paris."

"Does your story have a wow finish? Does have to do with the man you're with now? Aaron Hotchner? Or do you intend on leaving him the way you left me?"

Jennifer sighed. "Spencer, Aaron Hotchner is my husband. He was my husband while you and I were in Paris. We met while I was in finishing school in Brussels. He opened up new worlds to me. Shortly after we married, he was arrested and put into a concentration camp. I'd received word a year later that he'd died. While we were in Paris, I received a telegram that he was still alive and had escaped. That's why I couldn't meet you on the train." She looked into his eyes, hoping to see understanding, but there was none.

"You'll forgive me if I don't believe you."

"I thought as much," she said sadly as she got up to leave. "I thought you were the same as you were in Paris, Spencer. But I see that you've changed."

"Being betrayed and left out in the rain will do that to a person."

Jennifer didn't respond. She walked out of the café.

Spencer finished the last of the gin he was drinking and laid his head on his arms. He didn't want to be reminded of such a painful past.