The apartment was quiet and dark when Grace opened the door. Flipping on the front hall light, she immediately noticed Spencer's shoes neatly lined up on the shoe mat and that his messenger bag was sitting on her recliner.

After hanging up her jacket and ditching her own shoes, she made her way to the bathroom and got ready for bed. Tiptoeing into the bedroom, she saw the moonlight streaming through the slightly open curtains and followed the beam to the bed where Spencer was sound asleep. The pale light illuminated his face and seeing that made a smile materialise across Grace's face. He looked so peaceful, flat on his back with his hair splayed out all around his pillow.

She pulled off her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Carefully, she climbed into the bed and sitting back on her heels, she undid the buttons on his pajama top and slipped it open. He stirred but didn't awaken. Grace bent her face down to his chest and gently kissed along it. Again he stirred but didn't awaken. Straightening back up, Grace's attention moved to his pajama bottom. She undid the drawstring, loosening the pants from around his waist and then as carefully as she could, pulled them down to expose him fully.

Leaning down, she touched her lips to his chest once more, and then, using her tongue, drew a long line down from his chest to his abdomen and beyond. Less than a minute into her intimate attentions, Spencer awoke with a start. Grace continued, undeterred by his sudden acknowledgement of her actions.

"Oh gawwwwwwwwwwwwd—"he drew out the syllable and fought for control. "Grace! Stop! Please!" Dangerously close to climax, he was now hyperventilating and fully awake. Loving the foreplay, but wanting them to reach the moment of climax together, he tried again. He moved, intending to sit up but was thwarted by her hand, pushing him back down on the bed. He took several deep breaths to subvert the hyperventilating and then reached for her but failed.

"Grace! Please." His voice lowered to a whisper. He sounded very near desperate and Grace relented, releasing him from her mouth into the custody of her hands. She kissed her way back up to his chest, and further towards his neck and he finally managed to draw his arms around her.

With his breathing rate back to normal, he nuzzled the top of her head and whispered, "What a way to wake up!"

She laughed lightly, still kissing along his throat.

"Did you ladies have a good night out?"

She murmured affirmatively and then lifted her head, " But it could be a great night," she said meaningfully.

Running his hands up and down her back with one hand, he pulled himself into a sitting position. "Are you sure?" he asked, concerned.

Nodding, she moved off him. "I'm sure," she invited, as she reclined beneath him. He shifted into position and then, amid contented sighs and whispered declarations of love, Spencer and Grace made love for the first time in nearly a month.

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Agents Lewis, Simmons, Alvez and Jareau were all seated together around the round table in the conference room nursing coffee and morning doughnuts that Garcia had set up for them earlier.

She bustled back and forth from her office, waiting for all the arrangements she'd made to fall into place. After dropping off the boxes of doughnuts, Penelope Garcia hurried to the elevator, intending to monitor its passengers. The BAU unit's chief arrived at the conference room with a file folder in her hands and close behind her, senior agent Rossi followed with another folder. Emily Prentiss motioned for him to shut the door, which he promptly did.

"Is somebody gonna let us know what's going on?" Tara asked, "All this subterfuge is getting to me."

JJ, sitting beside her, nodded in agreement. "Suspense is killing me.

Prentiss circled around the table behind each of the seated members until she reached the three empty chairs. She glanced through the blinds on the window and noticed Garcia hurrying to her office. Smiling with satisfaction, she turned back to the group.

"It won't be much longer," she promised.

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