1700 Hours
Home of Spencer Reid
Somewhere in VA
Spencer had been home for a few hours now, and had run a load of laundry, watered his plants, and gathered his mail. Now, he sat quietly on his couch, and the silence was deafening. His father and Elizabeth were not loud people, but being a teenager, Liz was active, and there was always something zany going on there. He stands, and locates his laptop from his desk where he'd set it to charge, and taps out an email to Liz.
"Liz,
I'm home, landed safely. Flight was good. I had a great time this weekend; thanks. I hope we can do it again soon. Have fun on your date tomorrow; John seems like a very nice kid.
Always,
Spencer."
He signs off, and shuts down the machine, makes dinner, and prepares to return to work the next day, making sure that the gift he'd bought for Henry is tucked into his bag to give to JJ. He'd gone shopping with Liz in Vegas, and he'd selected a stuffed Triceratops for the boy, which Liz said might be a little advanced, but Spencer had liked it.
Finally, he climbed into bed, weary from the awkwardness of the weekend, and fell asleep.
A few years later
1800 Hours
Home of Spencer Reid
Somewhere in VA
Spencer pulled his mail out of his box, and hurried upstairs to his apartment. He was happier these days; he saw Liz more often now that she had decided to attend school at Princeton, which they discovered could be driven to and from in under one day.
He put his work things away, and settled down on the couch to sort the mail-mostly bills, some advertisements, and a letter from his mom. But it was the large, ivory colored envelope that caught his eye instead. He turned it over in his hands, and smiled, tearing into it. It was a wedding invitation, for Liz and John were still going strong, and he was happy for them.
He still occasionally thought about that week in Vegas, and how, if Clint Meyer hadn't decided to kill girls when he did, he might never have learned that he had a sister until it was far too late to count to either one.
He had wished that he could've known her longer; that he could've been there when she first started brining boys home, and for her dances and concerts and debate tournaments, but he had come to terms with the fact that he couldn't and wasn't, and so he had vowed to make it up to her for the rest of their lives.
As he continued with his evening, making sure he fed Mouse, who he now had guardianship of, since Liz couldn't keep him at school, he realized he was lucky. Just that week, they'd had a case of two siblings who were foster youth, and were kidnapped by a relative. They'd been able to solve the case, but what struck Spencer most was that the children, aged 14 and 10, were able to hang on because of each other. He knew that it was because of that special bond that siblings had, and he was glad to be counted in that group.
The End (for now, at least).