A/N: Hello again, everyone!

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MAY QUEEN ELIZABETH II REST IN PEACE AND LONG LIVE KING CHARLES III!

"Hey, everyone!" Rose happily greeted the family in the foyer after they entered the house. "How was the Fall Harvest Family Day at Mount Vernon?"

Élise cradled a semi-tired Isaac in one arm while eating an apple on a stick in the other. "Oh, it was so much fun! Horse-drawn wagon rides. We tried these roasted apples dipped in honey 18th-century style."

"Tasty!" Séraphine bounced once. "Ann we saa an ox!"

Rose threw the kitchen towel over her shoulder. "Sounds like you had oodles of fun!"

Reid showed Rose a plastic bag with apples and a loaf of bread from under his arm. "We brought some apples and the bread freshly baked from a reproduction of an 18th-century clay oven for you."

"Aw, thank you," Rose smiled before her eyes glowed when she heard the timer go off in the kitchen. "Oh, the chicken!" she hassled back into the kitchen to check on it.

Élise was three-quarters done with her apple when Opal ambled towards the family and started petting their legs; Séraphine stroked her fur.

"Hi, Opie."

Opal growled affectionately.

Sunday morning, the family attended church services; sat with the Donovan-Putnam family.

After church services, the family went to the same pop-up costume store they went to last year to look for Halloween costumes.

"Ooh!" Séraphine anxiously pulled a plastic concealed costume from the bottom of the rack. "I wan tis one, peaz!" she gave it to her dad, who thoroughly examined it while Élise was looking through the stands with Isaac.

"You wanna be Rapunzel this year?" he showed her the front of the pack. "From Tangled?"

Séraphine waggled her head; her teeth pressed down on her tongue. "Mmm-hmm…"

Spencer stood back up after crouching to her size; Élise was still roaming with Isaac. "Rapunzel is a classic," said Élise.

Spencer looked at the package a little bit longer before seeing Séraphine's sweet face with her pouting mouth, lowered eyebrows, and her hands cupped together in front of her. He couldn't say no to a face like that, especially when she batted her eyes.

"Okay."

"Yay!" Séraphine cheered.

While getting ready for bed, Élise sat at the vanity mirror and started removing the makeup she wore all day. Rule number one about makeup is to never sleep with her makeup; Élise learned that from her mother and Fran Fine.

After tossing her cotton pad in the nearby trash can, she saw the white shop bag that had the long curly black wig that would fall over her shoulder. Élise thought she would have a good laugh before bedtime. She applied gel to her hair to make it easier for her to tuck it under the cap and pulled her hair back in a bun.

After that was done, she sprayed her scalp with a protector, aligned the cap on the front of her head to the back, tucked in the sides, inserted bobby pins, and put it on.

"Mmm…" she admired herself in the mirror and started playing with the ends like some old glamour Hollywood starlet. "Me likely what I see."

"Mirror, mirror on the wall," she impersonated the Evil Queen from Snow White and the Seve Dwarfs. "Who's the fairest of them all?"

"Really?"

Élise flinched, turning around, and it was an amused Spencer, standing by the closed door with his arms thwarted.

Élise was left unbothered; she may have been embarrassed, but she didn't show it. "What? I can't entertain myself?"

Spencer shook his head, chuckling. "You are one of a kind."

"Which is one of the reasons you love me," Élise winked and flipped her wigged hair.

Spencer, in a cardigan sweater over a dress shirt, freshly ironed pants, and Converses, twiddled with his tie when he entered the kitchen, only to find Rose waving her oven hand over a silver cupcake liner.

"What's this?" asked Spencer, pointing.

"Pumpkin spice muffins," said Rose, wiping her hands after washing them. "Now that the butter and cream cheese are softened, I'm going to make a small batch of frosting."

Spencer helped himself to one and had a bite. "Delicious."

He squinched when he heard his phone vibrate in his pants pocket, prompting him to get it. It was a text message from Garcia.

I NEED YOUR HELP SETTING UP MY DAY OF THE DEAD.

MY PLACE.

BE THERE!

"You have work?" Rose set the blender on a low-medium.

Spencer answered, still looking at the text. "No, but she wants my help with the decorations of her Day of the Dead event at her place."

"Oh, I didn't know Garcia's family celebrated Day of the Dead," Rose added the vanilla extract while blending the ingredients for the frosting. "I remember celebrating Day of the Dead while I was little in school."

Spencer took another muffin. "Well, I better get going. Tell Élise I went to help Garcia before work."

"Have fun!" Rose waved as she watched Spencer leave.

Spencer arrived at Garcia's apartment complex and offered to carry a bag of groceries to her place in order for her to prepare for her Day of the Dead celebration in honor of her stepfather.

She soon asked him only her refrigerator for sauce, only to find jalapeno sauce and a jar of fake eyeballs. After he closed it, he looked at Garcia and didn't even react when she had fake blood running down her cheeks.

After Spencer explained how even the nicest people had a dark side, Garcia totally wanted to see it.

He took a moment to get into character.

"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, did that guy just fire 5 shots? Or did that guy just fire 6 shots? You're gonna have to ask yourself a question. Do you feel lucky, punk?" he went back to his typical self. "That's Clint Eastwood in "Dirty Harry.""

"Oh." Garcia nodded, surprised he portrayed an iconic and scary character.

"I mean, I know it's not as effective as my dominant personality, but I feel like there's—"

Garcia stared at the text message she got. "Hey, look, we gotta go," she turned around and hurried out; Spencer followed her.

"These eyeballs, do they need to be refrigerated—"

"No. Let's go," she quickly answered, still not looking back.

"Okay, thank you." Élise hung up; she had just finished pouring orange juice into Isaac's bottle. "There you go, sweetheart."

Isaac babbled, "Tank yoo, mama…"

Élise kissed the top of his head; Rose asked when giving Séraphine a muffin she baked earlier today. "Who was that?"

"The courier from Ladurée," said Élise, helping herself to one unfrosted muffin. "I had it delivered to the Bureau first before getting an agent to deliver it to Hotch's place."

Rose smiled. "Aw, that's nice. I hope he has a good first day back. He must have been feeling restless but no doubt still sore after two weeks."

"I spared no expense; chocolates, tea, candle scents, almond gift box, jams, their 24 macaron gift box," Élise swooned. "Oh, have you ever had their macarons?"

"Oh, they're to die for," Rose raved. "We went to Paris and visited Versailles for one of our honeymoons, and we devoured an entire box of them and some of their finest pastries and delicatessens around the cities. I think I gained five or ten pounds afterward," she giggled.

Élise had finished her muffin when she was alerted to a text message from Spencer.

GOING TO UTAH; HOPEFULLY, WE'LL BE DONE BY HALLOWEEN.

LOVE YOU!

"Looks like someone's on their way to Utah."

After Reid and Morgan visited the crime scene after the plane landed, they found another body; realizing the unsub had killed before, they headed back to the station, and with everything gathered from the team, the unsub had a type and some type of ritual, meaning the unsub will be evolving fast.

After work, Élise decided to take Séraphine out of the house for a while for their own mother-daughter trip to the Tyson Galleria.

"Lorena, I swear, I feel like Madonna from that scene with all these shoes in Evita," said Élise, with boxes of designer booties; some open; some slacked on top; and Séraphine waddled around and admired some of them.

Séraphine oozed on one pair of black ankle booties. "Pretay!"

"Looks like someone havin' an eye for design," another store manager, Kaya, smiled. "Before you know it, she'll be a little fashionista like you."

Élise added, trying on a pair of black Italian leather bow booties by Giambattista Valli. "You know my motto when investing in your wardrobe: an absolute must, because when you look good, you feel good, you do good, you work good, you play good, and you'll get paid good."

Lorena and Kaya waved their hands like women in the church. "Amen to that, my sister."

The next day, the team found another body, a male victim, this time who was a repeat offender, and there was a branding, prompting them to give the profile to the police.

"Ahhh!" Élise squealed when she took a picture of Isaac as Pascal. "Don't you look so cute!"

Isaac stuck his tongue out.

"Oh, look at you, getting into character, already," Élise set her phone down and picked him up from the carpeted floor. "Maybe you'll get an Oscar one day."

"Look, mommy!" Séraphine pirouetted her way to her, already in her Halloween costume as Rapunzel from Tangled.

Élise got her phone again and took another picture. "Wait until I send this to daddy."

Séraphine played with the ends of her curly hair, twirling it with her finger. "'Ope he'll bee 'ack for Hallowe'en…"

"Same, babe."

Spencer discovered the branding links to a ruthless judge of the Salem witch trials.

"Cupcakes!" Élise's eyes widened when she saw the cupcake spread on the countertops. "Ooh!" she started admiring the buttercream designs. "Frankenstein! Mummy! Oh, classic pumpkin!" Élise picked up an orange buttercream in the shape of a Jack-o'-lantern. "And little boo bites!" she pointed to the mini cupcakes.

"Help yourself to a couple," said Rose, turning off the faucet and wiping her hands. "An old longtime retiree friend asked me to make some for a Halloween event she's throwing at her place with her visiting great niece and nephew."

Élise swallowed. "How nice."

After shooting the unsub dead and rescuing his victims, the team decided to take a late flight back home to D.C.; the only thing they would be doing was paperwork about the case.

"Well, I'm done with my load," Blake closed her case file and set her MontBlanc pen over it, now having her elbows on her desk with her fingers locked and her head on top of them. "Who would have thought the unsub would be a descendant to one of the most ruthless people of the Salem witch trials?"

Spencer closed his book. "Speaking of the Salem witch trials, have you ever read The Crucible?"

"High school AP English, yeah," said Blake. "I even saw the movie that starred Daniel Day-Lewis and Winona Ryder. And even…Hocus Pocus."

"Same here," Spencer chuckled. He heard his phone beat, allowing him to get it and see it was a text message from Élise.

ARE WE ON FOR OUR HALLOWEEN FAMILY NIGHT?

Spencer texted back.

YES.

Garcia shimmered her way towards the bullpen, already so giddy and happy. "So, for my Day of the Dead event at Casa de Garcia, food and refreshments will be served but feel free to bring something. Now, make sure you bring a photo of your loved one and/or an item representing them…"

"Unfortunately, Garcia, I'll have to pass," Spencer raised her hand and had an uneasy tone when he got up. "Élise and I are taking Fifi and Ziggy trick-or-treating tonight around the D.C. area for a bit before going to the National Zoo."

Garcia pushed her lips. "Aw. At least I'll know you all will be there in spirit."

"Come on out, Spencer…" said Élise, knocking on their bedroom door after she was done getting Séraphine and Isaac in their costumes. Rose had already left for the night to attend a Halloween party.

Spencer called from the other side of the door, "I'm almost done."

"Peaze 'urry up, daddy!" Séraphine begged. "Me wanna tick-or-tret!"

Isaac stuck his tongue out and blew some raspberries.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Spencer left, walked out, and had his hands on his hips. He was in his Flynn Rider costume: a faux suede vest with a large antique brass hook and eye clasps down center front. Underneath it was a shirt front that had three buttons down the center front, stretch twill tan pants with an elastic waistband, and tall brown boots. He had a brown belt that had a small pouch with a snap button closure with a smaller belt that had a hook and loop closure.

Élise laughed and had to take a picture. "Oh, I'm telling you, if Morgan saw this, he would never let it down for you."

"In all honesty, I wouldn't care," Spencer proudly had his head up and smiled broadly. "Anything for my little princess."

Spencer took her hand and twirled her around. He and Élise thought she looked so pretty in her costume: her pink-and-purple polyester satin, organdy, and knit mesh dress had gold center hook and loop fastener strips with an elastic back waistband and overlayed skirt. Her glittery gold-and-purple shoes had a little heel. Inspired by Élise's wig, she had a long curly one-side ponytail and toy tiara and wand in her hand and carried a yellow Disney Princesses tin purse by her elbow.

"Tank you, daddy!"

Spencer's face lit when he saw his son in his green Pascal the chameleon costume. "You're a handsome chameleon, little man…"

Isaac stuck his tongue out again.

Now Spencer had his eyes on Élise; in her dark purple Renaissance-inspired gown that had a lightly speckled patterned, gold trimming and elbow-length sleeves with elongated hems.

"You know, without the hooded cloak, I could have mistaken you for the Grim Reaper," he joked with a smirk.

Élise had a sarcastic ha-ha look. "You're cute, you know that?"

"One of the things you love about me, huh?" Spencer peaked her cheek, making her giggle.

"Let's go before I change my mind."

The family spent the past hour trick-or-treating with their children around their neighborhood before going to the National Zoo.

"Trik-or-tret!" Séraphine had her souvenir tote bag open for one of the people at the stations to give her candy.

A volunteer handed a few small pieces of candy into her and Isaac's bags. "Here you go. And Happy Halloween."

Élise waved while pushing Isaac's stroller. "Have a Happy Halloween."

"So, where next? The Great Ape House or the Discovery Center?" asked Spencer, holding Séraphine's hand.

"How about the dance party?" Élise suggested. "I wanna get my dancing on!"

Spencer looked down at Séraphine and asked again, "You wanna go dancing?"

"Yea!" Séraphine jumped.

Élise asked Isaac, "How about you, little man?"

"Uh-huh!"

Élise cheered. "Let's go dancing!