"So, you met Moira," Emma was biting her lip in an attempt to stay calm.
"Yes. Her family has again had her committed to the psychiatric hospital, and she was out on a day pass for the funeral," Reid reported. "She apologized to me for what she put us through, stalking us and having us kidnapped and dumped in the middle of the desert."
"Do you believe her?" Emma asked.
"I'm not sure I do," was the reply. "I honestly believe she is a master manipulator with a psychotic personality, and I don't trust her. And, it is obvious that she is still doing her best to become Maeve. She's still dressing like her and she continues to wear her hair like Maeve did. She is also taking on-line classes and talking about returning to college in order to match Maeve's academic achievements. That's carrying the grieving process to the extreme and obviously isn't healthy."
"So ?" Emma questioned.
"So – I don't want to be like that. I am finally ready to move on with my life," Reid declared. "And, I want it to be with you. I think it is time we were really and truly married."
"Spencer, are you sure?" Emma asked.
Reid took a deep breath. "I've been thinking and I think that part of the problem has been that I never really felt like we were married," he explained. "I mean, I saw the paperwork and all but somehow - " He trailed off.
"You, on the other hand, actually had a wedding when we were married by proxy," he continued thoughtfully. "That's something I never had. I think – I think that we should have a wedding or a ceremony of some sort."
"You want us to have a wedding?" Emma repeated, surprised.
"A ceremony of some sort," Reid confirmed. "It doesn't have to be anything fancy, just something small with friends and family."
"Well, you do know that Bennington has a chapel," Emma was thinking out loud. "Your mother would be comfortable there."
"Do you think we could do it there, do it in Vegas?" Reid questioned.
"Spencer, you are talking about Las Vegas, Land of Instant Weddings!" Emma laughed delightedly. "If that's what you want, I'm sure we can use the chapel and I know your father can find someone to perform some sort of ceremony. We could call it a Vow Renewal Ceremony or something like that."
"Really? Do you think he could?" Reid sounded surprised.
"Spencer, I am sure he would love to do it and it's not like we would have to get a marriage license," Emma pointed out. "We already have two!"
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"Morgan," Garcia hissed into his cell phone. "You need to move this along. He is getting closer!"
"Rossi!" Morgan hissed to the senior agent. "We need to speed this up!"
Rossi nodded his understanding and reached into his jacket pocket.
"Here, Spencer," he tossed a small box to the prospective groom. "Maybe this will help."
"Dave?" Emma suddenly seemed to remember that he was there as she turned to look at him. "You walk around with an engagement ring in your pocket?"
"I am indeed a true romantic," Rossi declared with a smile. "Now, open it up." He walked over to stand next to the couple.
As Reid flipped open the top of the box Emma gasped.
"Dave, I can't accept this," she gasped. "This is a blue diamond!"
"You would prefer another color?" Rossi asked innocently. "Garcia thought this would – "
"Dave, do you know how much this cost?" Emma demanded, interrupting him.
"Natural blue diamonds are some of the rarest of diamonds," Reid began. "They gain their color from boron impurities which are found in the stone – "
"Why don't you try it on and see how it looks?" Rossi broke into the soliloquy to suggest.
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"He's in the parking lot and moving at warp speed!" Garcia warned.
Morgan flashed Rossi a worried look and mouthed "Hurry Up!"
"Why don't you let me help you?" Rossi suggested. "And, after you have it on, maybe you'll change your mind."
He reached over, took the ring out of the box, and placed it on Emma's ring finger.
"Beautiful," he breathed and, lifting her hand, kissed the back of it.
"He's in the building," Garcia warned.