*Later that night inside Café American*

Spencer was going over his books with Kevin.

"How long can I afford to stay closed?"

"From the looks of things, two weeks at best. Listen, Boss, I've got to go. I've got to be at…"

"Don't tell me where you're going. You know I hate politics!"

"Yes, Boss."

Spencer went upstairs to his one room flat and turned on the lights. There she stood.

"Well, I was wondering when you'd show up here."

"I'm here for the letters of transit, Spencer."

"Jennifer, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Spence, please!"

"Oh, 'Spence' is it? We're back in Paris? What is it I keep telling everyone? I hate politics!" He turned to pour a drink. He turned back in time to see Jennifer holding a gun.

"I will use this if I have to."

"You won't use it. You don't have the guts to shoot me."

Jennifer stood her ground. Then she busted into tears. "You're right! I can't shoot you. Even if I could, do you think I would leave Aaron to fend for himself against the Germans? Being led into another concentration camp?"

"like you left me in Paris?"

"That was different," she whispered.

"Why is it so different, Jennifer?"

"Because even after Paris, I'm still in love with you."

"And you left me to my fate?"

"I had to. I've regretted not contacting you after all these years." She hugged him. "I'm so sorry, Spence."

Suddenly they heard voices downstairs. Spencer looked down the stairwell in time to see Aaron and Kevin walking in.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hotchner," Kevin said apologetically, "I had no idea that Captain Rossi was going to interrupt our meeting. We'll be safe here."

Spencer began to form a plan. He turned to Jennifer. "Stay here."

He went out the side door that opened up into the back alleyway. He walked into the Blue Parrot. Erin greeted him.

"Spencer! Hello."

"I've come to tell you that I've reconsidered my offer. I'm selling you the café. Derik and Kevin stay on payroll."

"Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I'm leaving Casablanca."

"Without Derik?"

"He'll be safer here."

"Well. Allow me to get the money. Half a million?"

"Not a penny less."

In less than a hour, the Café American now belonged to Erin Strauss. She was the proud owner of both the bars in Casablanca.

When Spencer returned back to the Café American, he saw not only Kevin and Aaron, but also Jennifer and Captain Rossi.

"Mr. Reid," Aaron said, "I was just asking Jennifer what she was doing here."

"Your wife is very fearless, Mr. Hotchner. She came here begging me for the letters of transit. Seems I'm not the only one wanting to get out of Casablanca."

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest the lot of you," Rossi said with an air superiority.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Rossi."

Rossi turned and saw the gun in Spencer's hand. The same gun Jennifer had pulled on him. "Now all of you, get into the Captain's car. Rossi. You drive. The airport."

*At the airport*

Spencer still had his gun pushed into Rossi's back as the two walked towards the air control building.

"Now, Rossi, I want you to call and request a plane here."

Rossi walked to the phone and turned the crank on the phone. "This is Captain David Rossi requesting a plane here at the seventh runway." He hung up the phone. Unknown to Spencer and the rest, a baffled Major Prentiss was shouting into the receiver, "Hello? Who is this?" She put on her coat and ordered her driver to take her to the airport.

"Now," said Spencer. "You're going to sign these letters of transit. The name that go on them are Jennifer Jareau and.."

Aaron was expecting Spencer to put his own name down on the other letter. He wasn't blind to the past that Jennifer and Spencer shared. His jaw dropped when Spencer said, "And Aaron Hotchner."

"What about you, Mr. Reid?""I'll find my own way out of Casablanca."

Aaron shook Spencer's hand. "Welcome to the fight against Nazi Germany."

As Aaron boarded the plane, Jennifer ran to Spencer. "I can't get on that plane, Spence."

"You have to, Jennifer. If you don't leave with Aaron, you'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But soon. That's why you're getting on that plane."

What about us?"

"We'll always have Paris." he tipped her chin to look into her eyes that were spilling over with tears. "Here's looking at you, Kid." She walked over to board the plane, never looking back, but looking forward to her future.

As the plane taxied down the runway, Major Prentiss arrived.

"Captain Rossi! What was the meaning of that phone call?"

"Aaron Hotchner is on that plane."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"What can I do about it?"

She walked to the phone and dialed the precinct. "Hello! This is Major Emily Prentiss."

She began to tell the person on the other line where she was and what was going on.

"Put that phone down," ordered Spencer.

Prentiss ignored him. "I said get away from that phone!"

She turned to see the gun in Spencer's hand. "I was willing to shoot Captain Rossi and I'm willing to shoot you."

"I will not hang this phone up! You'll be sent to a prison or better yet a concentration camp."

Spencer never even thought about the consequences as he fired the gun and Prentiss fell to the ground.

At that moment, Seaver and a car full of police officers arrived. Rossi looked at Seaver. "Major Prentiss has been shot." He looked at Spencer. "Round up the usual suspects."

"Yes sir."

As the officers collected Prentiss and went to arrest the usual suspects, Rossi walked over to Spencer. "Well, Spencer, I was wrong about you. You're not only a sentimentalist, you're also a patriot. What will you do now?"

"I've sold the café. So nothing can tie me down in Casablanca. The half a million should cover my expenses."

"You mean, our expenses."

"Our expenses?"

"That's right. I'm coming with you. It's time I showed those damn Nazis exactly what I thought of them."

Spencer chuckled slightly. "David, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The two walked into the foggy night humming the French national anthem "Le Marseilles".

THE END