After they had finished dinner and cleaned up, Reid summoned a cab and they arrived at the airport with time to spare. As the two of them walked into the terminal, Emma hesitated before approaching the ticket counter.

"Remembering the last time you were here?" Reid asked sympathetically.

"Yes," she admitted. "I half expect to see members of The Lords of Revenge charging up behind me."

"Not this time," Reid guided her to the ticket counter. "Not while I'm here!"

Emma quickly checked in, and then waited while Reid showed his FBI credentials to get them through Security. As they headed down the corridor towards her gate, Reid commented. "I see you still have your pink suitcase."

"It's a perfectly good piece of luggage," Emma protested. "And, it fits into the overhead bin without any problem."

"Well, next time," Reid stopped to think. "Next time – " he repeated thoughtfully as he thought of Maeve. There would never be a next time with her.

He gave himself a quick shake as he experienced a strange feeling, as though Maeve were watching him. He had to take a minute and remind himself that Maeve was gone and wouldn't be coming back - Although, now that he thought about it, he could have sworn he had seen her watching him from across the street when he arrived at his apartment earlier this afternoon.

"Spencer, are you okay?" Emma's voice interrupted his thoughts as he realized that they were at her gate.

"Just thinking," he replied quickly.

"I'm sorry we didn't get to spend more time together," he apologized as the gate agent began calling rows for boarding.

"You will be coming to Vegas to visit your mom, won't you?" Emma questioned, reaching for her suitcase. As she took the handle of her suitcase from him, their hands brushed and she was close enough that Reid could smell her hair. It reminded him of when she came out of her bathroom in Vegas wrapped in a towel and he had smelled -

"I ran out of that body wash you got me!" he blurted out.

"No, you didn't," Emma told him calmly. "I got you some more. The bottle is in your bathroom."

"And, as you may have noticed, I did your laundry while you were gone," she continued. "I wasn't sure where everything went, so I just folded it and laid it all neatly on your bed. I also made some lasagna, divided it into individual portions, and put them in your freezer. You'll just have to microwave them. Plus, I made sure there are enough left-overs from tonight's dinner that you'll have something to eat tomorrow."

"You made sure I'll be fed, as well as have clean clothes and new towels?" Reid asked, surprised.

"Of course! I'm not going to leave you hungry and wearing dirty clothes. What kind of wife do you think I am?" Emma teased with a smile.

"I suppose I had better get on board," Emma looked towards the jet way as the gate agent continued calling row numbers.

"I suppose you had better," Reid agreed.

"Now, I have the signed first edition Isaac Asimov book for your father and the photos for your mother," Emma told him. "She was complaining just the other day that she didn't have any recent pictures of you. I know she is going to love the one of you in front of your apartment building. Garcia enlarged it to fit into the silver frame you sent her for her birthday. And, she made a second copy for your Aunt Ethel, too."

"So, you are looking after my family, too?" Somehow, Reid wasn't surprised. "I assume my father is picking you up at the airport."

"Yes, I spoke with him this morning," Emma confirmed. "He said to assure you that he'll make sure I arrive safely at my apartment."

As they spoke, neither of them noticed the dark-haired woman, wearing sunglasses, who was sitting in the waiting area at the next gate, apparently reading a magazine. They also didn't realize it when she moved closer so she could eavesdrop on their conversation.

Emma turned and looked towards the jet way where the other passengers were making their way onboard.

"Well, I guess the next time I'll see you is when I come back for the Sci-Fi Con. Garcia promised to keep me updated on that." Emma smiled at Reid before turning and heading towards the entrance to the jet way.

As Reid watched her go, he had a sudden desire to call to her to come back. However, before he could call out, Emma had presented her ticket to be scanned and he was watching the well-worn jeans and sweatshirt as they disappeared down the jet way.

The dark-haired woman smirked to herself as she watched Emma board the plane. So, she had guessed right; the intruder did live in Las Vegas. There was another flight leaving in an hour and she was already booked on it. Once she got to Vegas, finding out all about this interloper should be relatively easy. The gall of that woman - Thinking that she was married to 'her' Spencer!

Addendum

At the BAU office, Hotch and Rossi were sitting in Rossi's office sharing an end of day/end of another case drink when there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for a response, the door opened and Garcia poked her head in.

"Sirs?" she questioned hesitantly.

"Garcia. Is there a problem?" Hotch knew she wouldn't bother them if there was another option.

"Come on in, Kitten," Rossi invited her.

"What is it?" he asked as he noticed the look on her face.

"It's – It's Reid, Sirs," Garcia told the men as she handed each of them a set of photos. "I think he may have a stalker – "

"OH SHIT!"

FINI

I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read and comment on this story, I really appreciate it! Your comments and remarks are what make this entire experience worthwhile. In case you are interested, am working on another Reid/Emma story which will further explore their relationship. If you have any suggestions, please take a minute and let me know.

Enjoy your weekend!