It was a twenty minute ride to the airport that Sunday night, but it felt much longer than that for both of them. Spencer hadn't said anything the rest of the weekend about her returning to the BAU, but she knew that he desperately wanted her to.

Emily just… she couldn't quite convince herself that going back was the right thing to do. Yes, she missed the team as much as they missed her. Yes, she missed Spencer more than words could even begin to describe. Yes, she was lonely here in London, and no, she didn't like her job here as much as she had enjoyed profiling with the team. But this job provided her with the stability that she would need to raise her baby. But was that reason enough to deprive her little girl of a closer relationship with the girl's own father?

Emily wasn't sure.

She followed Spencer into the airport, not sure how to say goodbye to him since the baby's paternity was now out in the open between them. Since she really wasn't sure how she felt about him. Yes, they were friends, but – despite the fact that she was already carrying the man's child - she couldn't decide whether or not she was ready for them to really be something more than that.

"'Bye," she told him, waving a little.

"Why 'goodbye'?" he asked. "I'll be back when the baby's born."

She nodded. Of course he would. He would fight to make this work regardless of what it took on his part.

"I'll see you later, then," she corrected, going into the hug that he actually offered her.

"See ya'," he said, his eyes sad behind the smile that he wore.

Emily smiled the same half smile at him one more time before she turned on her heel and went back to her car, hurrying away so that Spencer didn't see the tears starting to glass over her eyes.

Back at her apartment, she wandered into the baby's unfinished nursery and found herself sliding down the pink wall to sit on the floor. She sat there for a few minutes, thinking the whole situation over. After only one weekend – not even three whole days -of having him here, her apartment felt empty without Spencer's presence. But why? Sure, things between them had changed again once she had admitted that he was becoming a father. The atmosphere had become charged with the things that had gone on between them in the past, the uncertainty of what might remain before them, and, at least for her part, the bittersweet memories of what they had almost, but not quite, been after her return to the Bureau. But in the end he had left whether she stayed here or went back with him completely up to her, and she had chosen to stay.

She looked around the bare nursery – it was really no less homey then the rest of her apartment – and the thought crossed her mind Why? Why had she chosen to stay here, alone and lonely in London, rather than go back to D.C., to the job, to the team, and above all, to the man that she knew now she loved.

When she looked at it all honestly, she could say that her only real reason was fear. She was afraid of what the team and even what the rest of the world might say about it all - after all, she was a good dozen years older than Spencer – but she knew full well that fear was no good reason to stay here alone and raise a child practically by herself in London. She couldn't deprive her daughter of the girl's father, and herself of what she knew would be a good relationship with a good man.

She had to go back to D.C.

Emily scrambled to her feet, already checking her watch and piecing together a plan. She had a half an hour before Spencer's plane took off. She didn't want to wait for the next plane out after that, but she didn't know if it was even possible to get a ticket on this short of notice.

But then again, maybe it is, she thought, grabbing some of her clothes and throwing them into a suitcase.

Emily grabbed her cell phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Well, if it isn't the loveliest lady in all of London!" the cheerful voice on the other end of the phone chirped.

"Hey, PG," Emily smiled. "I need you to work your magic and not ask questions. Can you do that?"

"Whatever you need, sugarplum," Garcia answered with only a moment's hesitation.

"Great, because I need you to get me a seat on Reid's return plane."

"Consider it done… Oh, look, the seat right beside our Boy Genius is open now! And now it is reserved for one Emily Prentiss."

Emily laughed. "Garcia, I love you!"

"I love you too, Peaches, and I expect a serious girl's night out as soon as is humanly possible while you're here to explain whatever shenanigans I know you're up to as payment for my services."

"'Consider it done,'" Emily promised, torn between a smile and a grimace at the thought. "I'm sorry, Pen, but I'm really in a time crunch right now; do you mind if I call you back later?"

"Fine by me. Garcia out!"

Emily zipped up her suitcase, overnight bag, and purse and headed towards the door that she had entered not fifteen minutes before. She had a plane to catch.

Spencer buried his head in his book as the last of the passengers boarded the plane around him. The last person on board appeared to be assigned a seat next to him.

She shoved her carry-on into the overhead compartment and sat down, breathing heavily as if she had just run a marathon – or, as was more likely, barely made her flight – while Spencer shrunk down in his seat and tried to ignore the sudden invasion of his personal space. This was why he hated taking public flights. Oh well, with the situation surrounding Emily and their baby, he figured he had better get used to it.

Something about the woman's very breathing, though, sounded familiar to Spencer, and he glanced at her around the side of his book.

"Hey," she whispered as the book fell into his lap. She took his hand, asking with a smile, "What do you say we go home?"

"Where's home for you?" he asked somewhat guardedly.

If this wasn't what he thought it was, then he didn't want to get his hopes up.

"With you and our baby in D.C., living out our nice 'rosy' future… if that's alright with you?"

"That's perfect with me," Spencer answered.

Their two hearts were soaring higher than the plane that they were in when they leaned in and kissed each other, reveling in the fact that they had finally, finally figured out just what they both needed.

A family in each other.

And there is that. The end of the story has come. As I said, hopefully you guys enjoyed this! The next thing that I post will be a one-shot entitled, "M is for Maeve." It's a short Reid/Maeve and Reid/OC one-shot.:)