Several of you have already guessed what is in this chapter - You will all be delighted to know you were right -
Elsewhere in Las Vegas, Rossi, Garcia, and Will Reid were all sitting in the living room area of Rossi's suite at the Grand Hotel drinking the 18 year old scotch he had provided.
"Well, we pulled it off!" Will Reid held up his glass in a toast.
"It wasn't easy, but I think we can expect to be hearing about the results in about six weeks," Garcia smirked as she brought her glass up to touch his.
"Truly a group effort," Rossi commended them.
"Well, it was fairly easy for me to determine Emma's cycle," Garcia told the men. "Then, as her wedding planner, I had no problem convincing her that this weekend was preferable to last. And, as her friend, I also made sure that she was provided with suitably provocative lingerie." She smiled at the memory.
"And the book my antique book dealer located will definitely give them inspiration for a memorable honeymoon," Rossi smirked. "Along with the bottle of very potent wine that accompanied it."
"And, this morning I made certain there weren't any condoms in Spencer's luggage, as well as checking in Emma's bedside table yesterday when I went over there to deliver the bottle of champagne," Will Reid told the others.
"Are we sure that's where they are going?" Garcia worried.
"Think about it, Kitten," Rossi smiled fondly at her. "Emma is no fool and with someone as skittish as Reid, she knows they will need to stay someplace where he is comfortable. Where better place than her apartment?" He nonchalantly stretched his arm out along the back of the couch until it was resting behind Garcia.
Well, we have done our bit. Let's hope they do theirs," Will Reid said.
"To grandchildren, godchildren, and baby geniuses" Garcia held her glass up in a toast.