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"I really appreciate all this, Ross—Dave," Spencer said as Rossi's car pulled up in front of Grace's apartment building. "Dinner, drinks, your company. And mostly what you shared tonight. Thank you so much for the support, Dave."

"Anytime Ki—Spencer. I guess I'll see you Monday at work?"

As he alighted from the car, Reid turned back and nodded, "Yeah. Thanks again, Dave. Have a great weekend. See you Monday."

Shutting the car door, he waved as Rossi drove off. He turned to the apartment entrance and searched his pockets for his wallet. Removing the access card from its slot, he swiped it through the lock and let himself into the building.

The apartment was dark when he unlocked and entered it. He went through his bedtime routine of taking out his contacts and cleaning them, brushing his teeth and changing into pajamas.

He bit his lip as he buttoned up the pajama top. Since the miscarriage, Spencer had taken to sleeping wearing pajamas. Until Grace indicated she was ready to resume intimacy, he was loath to sleep nude, even though that was Grace's preference.

Spencer had no idea how late this Ladies Night was going to run, but Emily had promised him that they'd see Grace home safely. He debated staying up to wait for her return. After making himself a cup of herbal tea, he sat down in Grace's recliner with it and read over his notes for the lesson he'd been preparing. A lesson, he recalled, that would now be put off for one hundred days as he was heading back to the BAU Monday.

He shoved those papers back into the messenger bag and pulled out a Ray Bradbury novel to reread instead. Eleven minutes later, Fahrenheit 451 went back into the bag. Sipping the last of his tea, he decided maybe waiting up for Grace was not such a good idea after all. Would she think he didn't trust her? Or that she couldn't' take care of herself? Sighing, he headed to the kitchen to rinse out the mug.

Checking his phone one last time for messages—there were none—he settled the phone into its charging cradle on the nightstand and climbed into bed.

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"Thank you so much, guys, for including me! I had a blast! This was so much fun!" Grace told the others in the car. After they'd finished their last round of drinks (plain soft drinks for the two drivers) and tucked their last dollar bills into the waistband of the final dancer, the ladies had declared their night a success and made plans to do it again in the future. JJ told them she would take Tara home and the two of them said goodnight. Shortly thereafter, Emily and Grace left with Penelope, who was now just pulling her car up to Prentiss' apartment building.

"We all had a blast," Garcia exclaimed. "And Emily got a phone number!"

"Oh stop," Emily admonished, trying to sound like a Unit Chief and failing miserably. "He was cute, wasn't he?"

"And muscular. And talented. And—"

"Stop!" she repeated but burst into laughter. She opened her door and exited the car. Prentiss pulled her tiara from her head and passed it through the window to Garcia. "Save these! We'll need them next time. Good night ladies!"

They waited until they saw Emily was safely in her building, and then Garcia pulled back onto the main road and drove Grace home.

"So. About what we talked about earlier. Does Monday sound good to you, Grace?"

Grace nodded. "I can't wait. Thank you so much for everything, Penelope."

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