Author's Note: Good evening. There's a light at the end of the rerun tunnel. If they're gonna show a new Elementary this week, then chances are that we'll get a new CM next week. I wanna know more about the Creepy Copycat Stalker and see more of Reid/Phone Booth (Maeve). If they finally get to meet, I'm pretty sure that it'll be a BAU way instead of a romantic way but if it means that our favorite genius will finally get laid, then I'm definitely cool with that. Enjoy this week's chapter.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"I've seen all 3 of the movies dozens of times and they never get old. Thanks for inviting me with you." Emily said while chucking her empty soda cup into the main lobby garbage can.
"I've seen all of them too and is it just me or does one the rival bosses in the third one look…"
"…just like a younger Rossi? Mm-hm. I caught that. Maybe he moonlights as an actor in between bestsellers and flirting hatefully with Strauss."
Reid laughed and once again, held her jacket up so she could get into it as they got outside the theater. Emily leaned back against his front afterwards and surprising both of them, his lips pressed chastely to the nape of her neck before he moved away. Turning, she felt her mouth dry out as she met his gaze. While they had their usual 'heart on his sleeve like his watch' openness, there was a depth, a sheer tenderness there that she found riveting.
He's looking at me like I'm special…like I'm a rare book or a…I don't know what else to compare it to but damn if I don't like it…
After a few more seconds, a small smile tugged at his lips and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"I'll go get the car."
"Okay."
The setting sun gave his skin a near ethereal glow and she couldn't help but smile at the unique way he jogged. It was a cross between a skip and a fast walk, odd but overall effective…
"You've got a good one there." a heavily accented rasp said from a nearby bench.
Looking over, Emily saw a white haired woman with a walker. She had on a lavender cardigan, a simple white polo, and a pair of dark wash jeans, white orthopedic shoes on her feet. The woman smiled and idly stroked her wedding band, a simple gold band dulled with age and love…
"He reminds me of my Wendell when we were young. He always looked at me like he had all the time in the world to be by my side and he was a gentleman like that. Well, except for in the bedroom but I certainly didn't mind that…" she trailed with a wistful waggle of her brows.
"He sounds like a great man."
"He was. Even when the cancer started to take him, he stayed strong and loving not only for me but for the whole family. Our sons and daughters, our grandchildren, and great-grandchildren…eh. But, like I said. You've got a good one there, girlie. Don't mess it up."
"Yes, ma'am.", Emily replied with yet another smile, watching as the woman stood to meet an approaching mini-van. A man, looking to be in his mid fifties came out and leaned down to accept a kiss from his mother. Before she climbed in the passenger side, the woman winked and she nodded in acceptance, heading for the waiting Jetta.
Looking at Spencer as he reached to open the passenger side door, she felt even more resolve settle in her chest.
He could easily be her Wendell.