April 1, 2012
"Spencer…" A gentle hand shook his shoulder. "Risvegliare."
Spencer shrugged off the hand of the person who had ordered him to wake up. "Siamo tornatia casa."
Home. They were back home. His foggy brain managed to understand this as it cleared. He opened one eye just a slit. Leah stood over him, her curls brushing his cheek.
On impulse he bounced up and kissed her quickly.
"Ahh! Spencer!"
"That's my name," he said, heading for the doorway of the jet. "Don't wear it out."
"Sometimes I don't know who you are, one day reserved, and the next doing things like that." Leah said, following him out into the cool night air.
"I," he said quietly. "Was a mentor. I am a husband." He glanced down at her swollen abdomen. "I am a father. Quite frankly, I am one of the luckiest men I know."
Review, thanks. I have a couple of Victorious stories as well as the Criminal Minds stories now so feel free to take a look at those. Just a reminder once again, my poll results are up. I promise I will be following them. This is the end of the line for this story and I'm probably going to do a couple of one-shots for a different category, American Girl, in case you were wondering. I am not done with Criminal Minds though, garunteed. :)