Thanks very much to all of you that have followed this story. The time has come to say good-bye to this fiction of mine. My many thanks to WmGeorge for all of her help in making this a better journey for all of us.

Tony closed the door after signing the receipt for the room service. It always surprised him just how careful she was about money. She never ordered room service, saying that it was too expensive. But this was his treat to his wife, Penelope. They had to be at the airport in two hours, so he ordered a late night snack or a very early morning tidbit for them to share.

He crossed the room to hold her as she looked out the window, a silk shawl wrapped around her shoulders.

He rested his chin on her shoulder. "What are you doing?"

She smiled and looked at him for a moment. "Making a memory. I don't want to forget our time here in this beautiful city."

He understood completely, as he'd enjoyed himself here as well. The conference was easy since there wasn't much he had to do. Basically stay close to Rossi and observe. He just smiled and shared whispers with Rossi from time to time. He hadn't let others know that he understood Italian. He was able to report back to Rossi about what was being said while David was busy with others. Penelope had sat next to Rossi and taken notes on her laptop, transcribing everything that was said in the meetings.

Other than the first and last night, they weren't required to mingle with the rest of the conference members. That was a blessing to the newlyweds, and something that Rossi enjoyed as well. Coming from a large Italian family, he wanted to spend some of his time with his relatives.

Whatever free time they had was spent walking through the city. Sometimes Rossi would come with them. All of them knew better than to go to the touristy places. Given that Tony and Rossi both spoke Italian as natives, no one was able to take advantage to them.

It was with Rossi's family that they had the best time, since the women took Penelope under their wings, and treated her like a long lost family member.

Tony wasn't as lucky as Rossi. His family lived further to the north and they didn't have time to go see them. In fact, not wanting to cause hurt feelings, they didn't even inform the DiNozzo clan that they were in the country.

"It is nice isn't it?"

Penelope stared at Tony. "Nice? Is that all you can say?"

Tony shrugged. "Well, I would have thought with you being fluent in French, you would have wanted to see and fall in love with Paris instead."

"No, too much frou-frou. Here, women look like me, with just the right amount of curves. I'm considered pretty. In Paris, just like back home. I'm fat and not so pretty."

He turned her, held her at arm's length, and frowned. "Screw that. You're beautiful and I love you." His passionate kiss gave truth to his statement.

"I know that. I love you, too." She returned the kiss with the extra touch of a small nip on his bottom lip.

Tony kissed her nose. "Come on, we have just enough time to eat before we have to leave."

She sighed and then smiled as she looked at the trolley laden with coffee and sweet rolls. It wasn't a heavy meal, it was just enough to tide them over until later.

"Tony, room service is so expensive. We could have waited until we got home."

He snorted. "No way. This is just coffee with extras. We're going to eat at the airport. So said Rossi."

Rossi raised an eyebrow as he entered the shared living area of the suite. "What did I say?"

"Breakfast at the airport." Tony grinned.

"I did tell him that, Kitten." He reached for the coffee pot and filled the three cups on the table. "Did you finish packing?"

"Of course, I repacked as we wore stuff. It seemed the easiest thing to do."

Tony made a face and twitched his nose. "Those suitcases are going to stink when they are opened at customs."

"Oh, ye of little faith. Fabric softener sheets cure many ills. Besides, we both packed wash in the sink kind of clothes, so some of the things are clean. Unlike Mr. Rossi here that had his aunt wash his things for him." Penelope laughed softly as she sipped her coffee.

"I couldn't exactly tell the woman no, now could I?"

Tony scoffed as he ripped a bit off the bun. "You're just spoiled. Admit it."

"I admit nothing at all. The car will be here in twenty minutes, so we have to be down in the lobby soon. Even this time of day traffic is horrible."

Tony carefully put their boarding passes in his inner jacket pocket. Paying for the upgrade from coach to business class was just a sensible thing to do, in his opinion. The Bureau only paid for the coach ticket since it saved them money. They had no problem if an agent wanted to upgrade their seats, as long as they paid for it themselves.

Rossi on the other hand, liked to be pampered, and he did have the money to spend for first class. This time he opted to stay in business class with the newlyweds.

Penelope was sleepy an hour into the flight. She tried to stay awake and talk to Tony, but the harder she tried the more she nodded off. Tony placed a light kiss on her head. "Cookie, stop fighting, close your eyes, and rest. I'm right here."

He watched her breathing even out and her body relax. Only then did he shift in his seat so he could talk to Rossi, who was seated across the aisle.

"She sleeping?"

Tony nodded. "Finally. She spent all of last night and the better part of today typing those reports for you."

"She did a good job for me, in fact you both did. I'm grateful for all the work you put in."

"You're welcome. It's what we do, isn't it?"

"Tony, you can tell me to butt out, but I think you should reconsider about not having a family. You could adopt. After watching her with my family and their kids, I'm convinced she'd make a great mother. Some woman are born to be mothers, and Penelope is one of those women."

"I know and I happen to agree with you, Dave. But right now she needs to be loved and to finally let go of the past that haunts her. It was her favorite restaurant that they went to that night. She told me just after we started to date that she was afraid to fall in love again. She felt cursed, and that her luck with men wasn't that great."

"What did you do to change her mind?"

Tony grinned. "I took her to see an old friend, who mumbled some words, made some gestures with her hands, and then blew some powder in her face. No more bad luck."

"That worked?" Dave asks chuckling.

"Were married aren't we? When have you ever known having the evil curse removed by an Italian grandmother not to work?"

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They walked into the BAU three days later, smiling happily, Tony carrying tins of cookies for their friends.

"Hey looks who's back!" JJ announced loudly.

"Did you miss me?" Tony asked.

"No, it's Penelope we missed." Reid detoured around Tony to hug Penelope in welcome. He soon gave his place to JJ, who was quickly followed by Hotch and then Morgan.

Tony sighed. "Then I guess you don't want any of these cookies we brought. I'll just go put them back in our car."

"Put the cookies down Tony, or I won't make you any more of your favorites." Penelope's eyes twinkled mischievously at her husband.

He looked at her in horror, placing the tins down quickly. "Help yourself, everyone."

Derek raised an eyebrow. "Man those must be some cookies she makes for you."

"I'll say." Tony watched Penelope talk to JJ, Hotch, and Reid. The expression on her face was one of pure joy and happiness.

Maybe it was time to think about what Rossi had mentioned on the plane. Penelope would be an awesome mom.

That's it for this story . . . Until next time.