I do not owned Criminal Minds and my thanks to my sister for being my beta. And thanks for all your kind reviews. So for all my horney little fans, I promised that Reid's balls will not turned purplish/blue color from not having any sex. He will be having sex. Enjoy.

Chapter #28

Paul steered the golf cart around his home with Rossi, Reid, and Prentiss sitting beside him. JJ stayed behind to help Ashley settle.

He parked the golf cart in front of the gate, "You see, no one can go through the gate without being let in by the guard," he said, pointing to the booth where the guard stood inside.

"Once you are let in, he will then call the house to let us know that you are coming. You can see the cameras are placed everywhere on the property, both outside and inside the house. The gates are electrified." He started up the cart and drove around the place, showing more security features.

"So how do you know Ashley," Rossi finally asked.

"Oh, she was engaged to one of my sons, Ryan a few years back."

Reid could see Prentiss remembering something, "My family was sorry to hear about his death," she finally said. Paul nodded it.

"It was hard on all of us. Unfortunately my wife is still dealing with the grief, so I must apologize for my wife's rudeness. She still blames Ashley for his death."

"But didn't he die in a plane accident."

Paul nodded, "He did, but my wife thinks that if he hadn't met Ashley, he would still be alive."

"You don't believe that, do you," Reid asked. He knew that it might have appeared to be rude, but he had to know.

"Horse," he started to say, before stopping himself. "Of course not. Ryan died about three years after they meet. No one knows what the future holds. When he died, my wife was angry at her, at everyone. I am really hoping that they will be able to bury the hatchet. I am fond of her and consider her one of my children. I know that she misses us. And I also know that she made mistakes, but I know she is getting her life back together. Oh hell, sorry, pardon my language," he apologized.

"It's ok."

"Everyone makes mistakes. Ryan met her while they were in rehab. So he was not innocent."

Ashley dropped her toothbrush in the silver toothbrush holder and placed the toothpaste beside it. She folded one of the facecloths in half, before setting her contact solution and case on top on the marble white counter of her bedroom. Extra bandages with latex gloves, antibacterial ointment, and tape were sitting neatly on a silver dish on the other side of the sink. The doctor told her that she will have to keep her stitches clean. She is going to need help in that area which she knew that either Reid or Mary would.

"Where do you want these," she heard JJ from the bedroom. Ashley stood in the doorway of her room where she still couldn't believe that it was her room to use. The walls were white...the softest, brightest white she had ever seen. Small gold and pink pinstripes ran ceiling to floor around the room. The furnishings, all white with gold trim looked as if they came straight from Louis XIV's very own room. The plastic water pitcher that came from the hospital stuck out like a sore thumb, but it held the flowers that Reid gave her which Ashley didn't care if it matches. They were from Reid.

The carpet was dark brown, like dark chocolate that had been melted and poured here just for this room. And so plush, so soft she actually sank when she entered.

The massive bed dominated the room, with four posts soared to the ceiling. Topping the bed itself was a rich chocolate comforter, inviting her to lie down just for a moment. And to her delight, bright cotton candy pink pillows decorated her bed and nearly burying the elephant at the same time. JJ stood behind the bed with the duffle bag lying on top of it. She held out the magazines.

"It's ok; you don't have to help me. Please sit," she said, pointing to the cotton candy pink couch on the other side of the room, right next to the snow white French doors that lead out to the backyard. There was a deep caramel brown metal patio chair and small table outside.

"I'm fine," she said, touching her belly. "You should be resting."

"I will," Ashley said, as she looked down the duffle bag. The bag revealed jeans, shirts, underwear, pajamas, and socks which she estimated that would last her for a few days. She would have to go back to the house to get more clothes, things for Bailey, her car and see of how bad is her house is.

"If you are missing some things, I am sure that Spence wouldn't mind picking them up for you at your place," JJ suggested.

Ashley smiled, "I've been thinking about that, but we both know Spencer. He was not comfortable at the idea of packing my underwear for me. Besides, Paul told me that he had made arrangements to have my stuff moved into storage once the police had stopped investigating. I'll ask him to bring some more of my clothing." JJ smiled as she opened the closet where she pulled out a few hangers off of the bar. She handed them over to Ashley where she slowly draped her shirts over them, and handed them back to JJ.

"Now this is where you will be staying, Dr, Reid." They heard Mary from the hallway.

They peered out of the hallway, seeing Reid entering the bedroom down the hallway from Ashley's room.

They were about to leave the room to join Reid when they heard Mary again. "So you see, the room is close to Miss Ashley in case you want to have hanky panky with her."

Both JJ and Ashley stopped, bending down, laughing quietly where Ashley put her finger to her lips, silently telling JJ not to laugh out loud.

They heard Reid clearing his throat, "Well yeah," he said where she knew that he was blushing furiously.

They went back to her room where JJ quietly closed the door. They busted into laughter. "Holy crap," Ashley whispered, still couldn't believe that Mary just said that to Reid. "I know that woman has spunk, but holy crap."

"Poor Spence," JJ said, wiping the tears from her face. "I'm just glad that Morgan isn't here to see this."

A knock on the door, "Miss Ashley, Agent Jareau," Mary said.

"Yes," Ashley answered, concentrating very hard to compose herself. She didn't want to let Reid know that she had overheard their conversation.

"Lunch is ready."

"Ok, we will be down in a minute."