As the plane began its decent into Quantico, Hotch put away the paperwork he had been working on and, after looking around the cabin, called out, "Reid."

Reid looked up from his cell phone, where he had been busy texting. "Yes?"

"Emma is still at your place, isn't she?" Hotch asked with a slight smile.

"Yes," Reid confirmed. "She has to fly back to Vegas tonight. I'm letting her know we're getting ready to land."

"Your paperwork can wait until tomorrow," Hotch decided. "Why don't you head straight home to see her?"

"Are you sure?" Reid asked. "The paperwork won't take that long."

"You need to go home!" Hotch told him sternly. "You have a wife waiting for you!"

Reid smiled happily. "I'll let Emma know I'm on my way!"

When Reid walked into his apartment, he immediately noticed a difference. While the place still smelled familiarly of old books and leather furniture, those smells had now been joined by the odor of cooking food.

"Here you are!" Emma greeted him with a smile as she came out of his small kitchen. "I hope you're hungry!"

"You didn't have to cook. I could have stopped on my way home and picked up some takeout!" Reid exclaimed.

"You know I like to cook," Emma reminded him. "And, besides, that would have taken away from what little time we have to spend together."

"Now, why don't you hurry and get cleaned up?" she continued. "I've got about two hours before I have to head for the airport."

As Reid dropped his go bag and messenger bag on the couch, he noticed that there was a pillow and some folded blankets neatly stacked on the end.

"You didn't have to sleep here," he turned to tell Emma. "You could have used my bed."

"I didn't want to invade your space," Emma told him. "And, besides, I am now on a first name basis with your couch. It would probably hurt its feelings if I slept someplace else," she finished with a smile.

"You are anthropomorphizing my couch?" Reid asked in amazement.

"I am sending you to the bathroom to get cleaned up so we will have time for dinner before I have to leave!" Emma told him sternly as she pointed towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Reid immediately noticed that there were new towels hanging on the racks.

"You bought new towels," he commented a few moments later as he sat down at his small kitchen table. "They're – fluffier – " he struggled to describe them.

"I hope you don't mind," Emma apologized. "Penelope and I went shopping and they were having a sale. And, your old ones did seem to be rather the worse for the wear."

"I also got some new kitchen towels and dish cloths," she continued. "If you don't like them, just let me know and I'll take them back to Vegas with me."

"No - No. They're fine. Actually, I kind of like them." For the first time Reid noticed how old and beat-up looking his kitchen table and chairs were. He had originally inherited them from Gideon, along with the majority of his furniture. Maybe it was time to get something new.

"I brought you something," he blushed as he held up a pen decorated with bright pink and green feathers.

"Rossi gets decorated pens for Garcia all the time, and I thought you might like one, too," he explained shyly as he handed it to her.

"Thank you, Spencer!" Emma was obviously delighted with his gift.

"So that's where Penelope gets them!" she continued. "I figured she had a secret source somewhere. I'll have to be careful how I put this in my backpack so it doesn't get squished on the plane." She smiled happily as she fluffed the feathers.

Momentarily, it crossed Reid's mind to wonder whether Maeve would have been as delighted with his gift. Quickly, he pushed the thought away.

"Penelope tells me that your team figured out who was killing all those women, as well as solving the UFO question," Emma continued as she placed a plate of food on the table in front of him.

"Yes. It was an unusual case because there were actually two unsubs, along with some kids who were – Well - I guess you would say, they were just being kids," Reid explained.

"Plus Dr. Hayward," Emma reminded him. "I watched his news conference. That man definitely sounds like an interesting personality."

"Well, if he mentions me in any of his future books, I will sue him!" Reid threatened.

"You can always remind him that your father is a lawyer!" Emma told him as she watched him cautiously sniff the plate in front of him.

"Chicken breast cooked in maple syrup," she explained with a smile as she sat down. "One of the women I work with went to a conference in Montreal and brought the recipe back. And, I thought you might like stuffing instead of potatoes. There is also some cranberry sauce in the serving dish if you would like it."

"Cranberries are a good source of a large array of phytonutrients which are naturally occurring plant chemicals that help to protect the body from harmful free radicals and offer anti-inflammatory and cancer-preventing properties," Reid began. "And they are supposed to be good for preventing urinary track infections." He stopped and looked at Emma who was smiling amusedly at him.

"Um – m -m. How were your meetings?" he asked.

"Great!" Emma enthused. "The Psych Department at Mid-Town University is working on some of the same issues we are addressing in Vegas. The proposed collaboration should work out very well."

"So – You'll be coming back?" Reid questioned hopefully, as he took a tentative bite of the chicken.

"The next meeting will be in Vegas so all the parties involved can meet face to face," Emma explained. "And, after that we will probably be scheduling video conferences. But, who knows?"

She paused and looked at him. "Spencer, do you want me to come back?" she asked.

"Well – Maybe - After all we are married," Reid stammered. "Maybe we should – you know – get to know each other."

"Well, I was planning on coming back in the fall for the Sci-Fi Con," Emma told him. "Garcia told me all about it and it sounds like a lot of fun. If things work out, I can bring the annulment papers with me then."

Reid felt slightly disappointed with her response, but managed a weak smile. "That sounds like a start," he offered. "Have you ever been to a Con?"

As Reid was enthusiastically describing the Sci-Fi Con, Emma suddenly stopped him in mid-sentence and looked at her watch. "Darn! I had better start clearing up if I am going to make the Metro in time to get to the airport in time for my flight," she exclaimed as she stood up.

"Why don't you take a cab?" Reid questioned. "That way you won't have to rush."

"Spencer, do you know how expensive that is?" Emma asked, horrified. "I can't afford that!"

"Let me take you," Reid suggested hesitantly. "I'll pay for the cab. Then, I can use my badge to get you through Security quicker and walk you down to your gate."

"I can't let you do that!" Emma protested.

"Yes you can!" Reid declared. "And, I am going to do it, so sit back down!"