A/N: Hello again, everyone! At first, I thought about skipping Drive and The Bond since they were okay but not my favorites. However, a good friend convinced me to include the episodes.

"How about Lea?" asked Spencer while trolling through a list of potential baby girl names with Elise.

Elise, who sat up on the bed, caressing her belly while enjoying a slice of leftover pizza, took a second and replied quickly, "Nah."

Spencer picked on another name. "Laura?"

"Nah." Elise quickly rejected it.

Spencer chose another one. "Linda?"

"Nah," Elise finished the slice and licked her fingers. Reaching for another slice, she groaned. "Baby names are so hard…"

Spencer stood up and stretched his body. "Oh, come on. It's not so hard."

"Easy for you to say," Elise chopped on her slice. "When I was growing up, people would mispronounce my name, even if I told them repeatedly it was pronounced Eh-leez and not i-LEES or EE-lee-s. I figured it had to do with the French and English pronunciations. But at the same time…" she scratched the top of her head. "I don't know; I'm just so tired and lazy right now…"

"Lise, it's only eight-thirty," Spencer glanced at the clock on the nightstand when he walked over to Elise's bedside and took her plate and cup. "Maybe we should continue tomorrow."

"Maybe that's a good idea," Elise agreed.

"You two still haven't come up with a baby name?" Bobby asked when he was passed a coffee mug. He and Maeve had taken the kids to Spencer and Elise's place for a playdate, and Alexander was taking a scheduled nap.

Spencer had a long gulp. "Nope."

Elise shrugged her shoulders. "I'm complicated and picky when it comes to names. And food. And clothes."

Maeve had a little chuckle, brushing a lock of her hair away. "Oh, Elise…"

"Well, it's true," Elise answered again before she took a dainty sip of tea. "How did you two come up with BJ and Charlotte's names?"

After taking another sip, Maeve answered, "We're not going to lie; it was hard for us, too."

Bobby explained, "When BJ was born, my parents commented how much he looked like me, so that's how he got to be named after me."

"And I got to pick Charlotte's name; I picked her name because I've always liked the name, so…" Maeve finished her cup, and Elise poured her another. "Baby names are hard to pick because there's just so many to be with. Do you two have some names you want to give her?"

Spencer rested his hands on the just-cleaned countertops. "I'm thinking names like Marie, Ada, Rosalind, Sarah."

Elise munches on a fried mozzarella stick. "And I'm thinking names like Audrey, Grace, Chanel."

Maeve snapped her fingers. "Oh! There are some good names—Sophia, Olivia, Catherine…"

"Yeah, Catherine's been vetoed." Spencer cut off Maeve when she suggested Catherine. As much as he and Elise loved the name, the former having to deal with the psychopathic and narcissistic misandrist Cat Adams tainted it. "You don't want to know why—take my word for it."

Elise waved her hand up, "Mmm-hmm…"

Elise had her good friend Gelila pull out some Kevan Hall gowns for the 47th NAACP Images Awards in Pasadena in a couple of weeks and some archived Jason Wu gowns for the upcoming state dinner with the Canadian Prime Minister in the forthcoming weeks. At least a dozen gowns were laid out on the bed in garment bags. She took out one gown from the bags, a black floor-length gown with an asymmetrical neckline, and held it up.

"Hey, babe, which one do you think would look good on me? This one or this fabulous one?" she placed the one she had back on the bed and now held up a gown with a strapless sweetheart neckline, a bejeweled empire-like waistband, and a full silk chiffon skirt.

"Either gown would look lovely on you," Spencer answered honestly.

Elise pressed her lips. "Are you being truthful or kissing up?"

"When I have not been truthful to you?" Spencer puckered his lips against Elise's forehead.

Elise made a wide grin. "It's good that you are."

"Hey, Alexei, boy…" Elise squatted down gently to scoop Alexander from the carpeted floor in his nursery. "Coochie-coo…oooh!"

A babbling Alexander grabbed ahold of Elise's small yellow-gold hood earrings. "Let go of Mommy's earring, babe…" she walks out of the nursery and into the hallway, carrying Alexander, who's still pulling on her earring. "Ow-ow!"

Spencer came to Elise's rescue. "Hey, hey. Alexei-Alexei. Mommy's ear's not a toy, little man," he said in a soothing tone, getting Alexander to let go of her earrings. "Let go-let go…"

"Aiyah!" Elise hissed, massaging her earlobe. She joked to Spencer and a still babbling Alexander, whose eyes roamed around the hallway. "You got some strong arms for an eight-month-old."

Spencer carried Alexander by his right arm and flexed his left arm. "He's getting stronger like his daddy, aren't you?"

The Boston field office had asked the BAU to help them investigate headless victims found in public places throughout the city. On the nearly two-hour flight ride on the Gulfstream to Boston, they went over the MO, the timeline between the killings, and the potential motive the unsub had against the victims.

Spencer sat on the couch; Tara sat next to his right while JJ, Rossi, Morgan, and Hotch were together. "Think that since we're in Boston, we'll run into Alex?"

JJ's face lit up. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I forgot. She lives here now."

"Who?" Tara asked.

Hotch explained, "Before you and Kate Callahan, Alex Blake was on the team for about two years until she decided to resign after a case involving corruption among the Texas Rangers."

Spencer can't help but still feel a bit guilty about why Alex decided to resign since he pushed her out of the way, trying to protect her while he got shot. And that he reminded her of her deceased son.

"Oh, yeah, I've heard about her," said Tara. "She's a veteran agent and linguistics expert who taught at Georgetown. Do you know what she's up to now?"

Hotch answered, still reviewing the case files. "She decided to teach full-time at Harvard."

Spencer injected himself in, "Her husband works there as well—he was a member of Doctors Without Borders."

"It would be nice if we saw her again," Rossi replied.

At playtime, Ms. de la Cruz and Ms. Vargas let the preschoolers loose (with great supervision) to do various activities for the next hour. The preschoolers in Isaac's class were either in the arts and crafts section, banging on the piano keys, or playing make-believe.

"One, two, three, four, five," Isaac counted the green paper play money he was collecting from the toy cash register.

Oliver carried a toy car and a toy rocket. "You wanna play store, Isaac?"

"K-K," Isaac shrugged his shoulders before he heard Charlotte call out for him. "Charlie, you wanna play with us?"

Holding a toy spatula, Charlotte replied, " Kenny and I are gonna play house…"

Mrs. Ortega and Ms. Reyes pointed the pre-kindergarteners attention to the whiteboard with stickers of the solar systems, including the planets, stars, and the sun. "Today, clase, we will be learning about the social system or, in Spanish, sistema social. Say it with us."

"Sis-te-ma so-ci-al," the pre-kindergarteners tried to pronounce the best they could.

"¡Muy bien, clase!" Mrs. Reyes holds a long yellow ruler to the board. "These are the planets—in order: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune."

Mrs. Ortega injected in. "Or to make it easier to remember the planets, we take the first letter of each word in the sentence," she underlined M, V, E, M, J, S, U, and N. "And say, 'My very educated mother just served us nachos."

"My—Mercury. Very—Venus. Educated—Earth. Mother—Mars. Jupiter—Just. Served—Saturn. Us—Uranus. Nachos—Neptune."

Kenny shot his hand up in the air. "We are gonna have nachos right now? I kinda hungry."

Spencer and Morgan got to the latest crime scene and met up with Boston Detective Connie Lawlor. As expected, as JJ put it, the media's having a field day about the case. Especially when the headlines were splashed with head-themed—no pun intended. They noted that the unsub killed the victims somewhere else. Otherwise, there would have been more blood along with the bruising and swelling on their hands and taser marks, which is how the unsub subdued them.

After JJ and Rossi visited the M.E.'s office, Rossi went to talk to the latest victim's father; JJ met up with Spencer and Morgan and discovered that the victims had been involved in unethical situations.

While Garcia talked to JJ and Morgan, Spencer reviewed the crime scene photos again and had that look on his face when his brain was doing this thinking thing. Morgan spotted this and asked what Spencer was thinking, "Displaying the bodies in public seems to be what's important to the unsub," said Spencer. "He wants to make an example out of his victims, which is why I think he's using a guillotine."

"You're serious," said Morgan.

After Spencer explained the history of public executions, JJ spoke up and replied that guillotines aren't exactly something being sold on Amazon every day. Spencer responded that they're easy to make with just wood, rope, pulleys, and sheet metal from any hardware store.

Morgan stated dryly. "Why am I not surprised you know things like this?"

"You already know I grew up learning from books," Spencer remarked casually.

"Either way, please promise me you're not gonna build one for your kids, Henry and Michael," JJ wagged her finger at him with some pleading in her tone.

"Guess what's for dinner tonight?"

Elise and Rose settled the kids down at the dinner table. Elise brought out the drinks, while Rose brought out a large tray containing tortilla chips lightly covered with cheese and various toppings and garnishes, such as chicken, vegetables, and condiments.

"Nachos!" Seraphine and Isaac cheered.

"Mmm-hmm, that's right." Rose smiled.

By the following day, the case continued, and it was determined that the victims called a ride-share company (Zimmer). After Morgan and Tara talked with the company's CEO, they delivered the profile.

Elise is in her office, enjoying her KFC lunch. So far, she has chowed down on a four-piece chicken combo, a chicken little sandwich, two biscuits, and a tall Perrier. Licking her fingers and then moisturizing them with a brown napkin, she saw her phone buzzing on her desk. She unlocked it and saw it was a message from an associate in Boston.

She logged onto the Boston Globe website and clicked on the link "BAU in Boston"." Spencer stood next to Morgan, delivering the profile to the Boston media.

"Ah, I love it when my man is lookin' so sharp," Elise said dreamingly.

Despite the word of a potential new victim, the team found the unsub—James O'Neil—and saved the victim in time.

"I thought I'd seen it all but a delusional vigilante serial killer…" Detective Lawlor observed as the team packed up. "I'd never thought."

"You'd be surprised," Rossi replied.

"Yeah, but a guillotine," Detective Lawlor scratched her head.

Spencer began rambling, "Even though guillotines were used during the French Revolution, evidence showed that it was inspired by other machines during the Middle Ages and a popular kids' toy. Not only were they proposed to be more of a "humane" way of execution, but it was used among the Nazis during World War II and lastly used in the 1970s."

Detective Lawlor nodded. " It's a good thing I'll never get my niece and nephew one for their birthdays," she said, biding her adieu to the team and walking away.

"Or that you'll build one for your own kids," Hotch jested, making more of the team snicker to themselves.

"Oh, Hotch!" Spencer snapped his fingers. "If it's okay with you, think we could make a quick stop before we leave tonight."

The grassy area that was enclosed by iron fences with twenty-seven gates, that is, the Harvard Yard—the slippery-icy grounds were a light carpeting of white snow from the light snow. The trees were bare with dangling dagger-like icicles hanging. Thickly dressed young students braving the shivering cold.

"Harvard reminds me so much of Dartmouth," said Tara when wading around the grounds of the historic university.

Morgan asked, "What did you study at Dartmouth?"

"Psychology," Tara answered. "I was also in Tabard, a co-ed fraternity, and even sang in the Dartmouth Rockapellas."

"What was that, a cappella group?" JJ chuckled.

Tara explained, "All-female, to spread social awareness with freedom songs."

The team got to Boylston Hall, a large granite building near the southwest corner of the Yard. They stood outside a classroom just as students plodding, with one student staying behind to talk to Blake before leaving; now it was just her and a youngish, preppy-attired female adult—perhaps in her mid-twenties.

Once the team walked in, Blake's head turned (she did a double take), and her mouth dropped. "Oh, my goodness…" she approached them with open arms, and they acknowledged her right back with hugs and cheek kisses.

"Great seeing you again."

"It's been far too long." Blake chirped.

Tara extended her hand. "Dr. Tara Lewis. Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too. And I mean that in the modern use of the word and not the 12th-century Middle English word, which meant 'foolish' or 'stupid'." Blake exchanged handshakes with Tara back. "Ta-ra: derived from the Irish location where the high kings lived. Tara also derives from the Sanskrit word meaning star."

"I was named after my paternal great-grandmother," Tara described. "I've heard a lot about you."

Blake grinned. "Thank you. I take it you guys were here for the James O'Neil case. Just because I'm not a field agent doesn't mean I don't know what you're up to."

"We figured we'd come and see you after the case ended," Spencer said, ecstatic to see her again.

"James and I will be home for dinner tonight; he's making eggplant parm pesto. Would you like to come?"

The team, especially Spencer, couldn't turn down a homecooked meal, let alone time with an old team member. Much to everyone's surprise, Garcia booked a flight to Boston immediately after hearing who the unsub was and heard how they wanted to see Blake when the case was over.

Spencer told her that he and Elise were expecting another daughter; Blake and James came up with some meaningful girl names before everyone started shouting and speaking over each other.

"Oooh, Spence, I can't wait to go to New Orleans for the ACA Winter Conference next week!" Elise bubbled, strolling back into the bedroom after coming out of the bathroom, wearing a super-soft pink nightie.

"Mmm-hmm…" Spencer stared blankly at the page of the book he was reading.

Elise went on, "The culture, the people, the history, the cuisine."

"Mmm-hmm…"

Elise turned and saw his vacant expression. "And maybe I'll see some nice aliens there, and they'll give me presents and make me their leader."

Spencer mumbled and mindlessly agreed with Elise. "Yeah, maybe."

Elise planted her hands on her belly. "You okay, babe?"

"Do you know what next week will be?"

"What?" Elise shrugged her shoulders.

Spencer looked up from his book, "The one-year anniversary of Gideon's passing."

Elise held a gasp. She knew how much Gideon spent on Spencer; he always said he was more of a father than his own father. "Oh, babe…"

Elise is not one to appear in the BAU offices unannounced, at least not with her schedule, but she needed to talk with Hotch and Rossi about the upcoming anniversary of Gideon's death.

"Oh, man…" Rossi stroked his goatee, sitting in his chair with crossed legs. "Hard to believe it's been a year since Gideon's murder. For me, it's one of those where were you moments? I remember getting the call, and to be honest…I didn't want to believe it, but it hit me and…" he gulped. "I'm not sorry for gouding the son of the bitch."

Hotch sat at his desk with his fingers folded on his desk and his head up and down. "I know."

Elise inquired with her hand on her belly. "When it was a year since Haley's murder, what did you and Jack do, Aaron?"

Hotch murmured, "We talked about her and watched the videos of the two of them while they were in WITSEC. I tell him stories about us being together. I'll admit: Jack doesn't remember a lot about Haley's death. He knows the story, but…he was young when it happened."

"That's a good thing," Elise agreed. "So, what? We have a little get-together to remember him?"

Rossi raised his hand. "My mansion. And maybe Penelope can put together a list of some old friends and associates?"

"Yeah," Hotch approved, adding, "And maybe Stephen and…?"

Rossi interjected. "Jill, too?" Hotch shook his head in response. "I haven't seen her since the funeral last year."

"Gideon's ex-wife…" Elise remembered her name, and a sudden reminiscence played in her head.

During the reception, Elise was introduced to Jill by Spencer, who was surprised that she still remembered him after years of not seeing each other. Spencer struck up a minute of conversation with her.

"What do you know about Gideon's ex-wife, Jill?" asked Elise, turning back to watch the grieving ex-spouse.

Spencer explained, "According to Gideon and Rossi, she's a biological psychiatrist who specializes in epigenetics, which is…"

"The study on how behavior and environment can shape one's genes." Elise interrupted.

"Yes." Spencer continued. "Believe it or not, she was a silent partner in getting the BAU up and running, and Gideon had her work behind the scenes since he feared their work would put her at risk. They divorced back in 1999, but since he only trusted her, she was still his therapist."

"Ahhh…" Elise bobbed her head, now understanding the extent of their relationship. "How would you describe her?"

"Brilliant. Scholastic. Intelligent but not arrogant. Feisty and frank."

The buzzing vibration coming from Hotch and Rossi's cell phones snapped Elise out of the nostalgia. "We have a meeting with Cruz and the Director."

Elise lifted her black tote bag from her lap and rose steadily from her seat with the two men's help. "I'll see myself out." On her way out, she waved goodbye to the agents in the bullpen. She dove around for her work cell in the elevator and dialed a number.

Elise hummed to herself while setting up the teacups with saucers and a plate of freshly made tiny finger sandwiches, macarons, and a dozen cheese cubes on the coffee table.

"We're home!" cried Spencer as he unlocked the front door, following squeezy footsteps on the hardwood floors.

"Mommy!" Seraphine and Isaac scuttled to Elise's side and hugged her legs.

Elise smiled, "Did you two have a good time at the park?"

"Uh-huh," Seraphine bobbled her hair, making her wavy curls bounce as Spencer helped them remove their coats and boots.

"We had a good time," Spencer replied before he and Elise exchanged a kiss and took a glance at the coffee table. "Who'd you invite?"

Elise opened her mouth, about to say something, when everyone heard a knock on the door. "You'll see," she waddled until she got to the door and opened it. Spencer gently pushed the kids aside, and his jaw dropped when he stepped into the foyer.

It was Jason Gideon's ex-wife. Dr. Jill Gideon. Her usually long blonde hair was now a dark brown. A beige Burberry coat wrapped her body, black slacks covered her legs, and low-inch black heeled boots covered her legs.

"Dr. Jill…" Spencer stuttered.

Jill removed her coat, revealing a white button blouse. Spencer offered to take her coat and hung it up in the nearby closet. "Nice to see you again, Spencer."

Spencer circled his hair, still stuttering. "Your, uh…hair."

"I thought I'd go for something different," Jill gave him a smirk before she stopped on her heel when she saw the two toddlers. "Oh, and these two little ones."

Spencer cleared his throat with his balled fist. "Oh, uh, Jill…this is Seraphine and Isaac. Our youngest son Alexander…Jason…is taking a nap right now."

"Oh," Jill whispered. "Hello, you two."

Seraphine and Isaac waved to Jill. "Hi. Hiya."

Elise explained why she invited Jill over for a cup of herbal tea and coffee (none for her, of course).

Jill finished her cup, and Spencer offered to pour another one on her.

"I'm sorry to hear about your mother, Spencer," she offered her condolences about Diana's Alzheimer's diagnosis. "You know, Alzheimer's is said to be caused by abnormal tau and beta-amyloid protein toxicity build up around the brain cells."

"I know, and there are the other factors, one of them being her being schizophrenic," Spencer had a sip of coffee; Elise massaged his shoulder to comfort him.

Jill contributed, "In most cases, there isn't a genetic cause for the disease; it can be quite rare," she paused. Testing at your age is not recommended unless it's young-onset familial."

Spencer muttered, "I know."

"Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?"

"No," Spencer lied; Elise slapped his shoulder lightly.

Jill crossed her legs; a dubious look came across her face. "Are you sure, Spencer?"

"It's also about…Jason." Spencer made a hard gulp. "It'll be a year since…you know…"

Jill's current expression faded into a soft one. "I know, Spencer. I have mourned that loss, processed that grief…I have moved on."

Spencer sniffled. "He was like a father to me. I love him."

"And he loved you back," said Jill, yearning.

Spencer now had a sad smile on his face. "Thank you, that…means a lot to me."

Elise sat on the couch in the living room, tapping on her cell, when she heard loud footsteps descending on the staircase.

"Mommy, Daddy, we're ready!" Seraphine and Isaac had their backpacks on their backs and their lunchboxes in their hands.

"Are you two ready for another day of learning?" Spencer asked as he came around the hallway, holding Alexander.

Seraphine and Isaac hugged their mother's legs. "Bye, Mommy."

"I'll see you two in a few days," Elise kissed the top of their heads and then kissed Alexnader's cheek. "Same with you, my sweetie boy."

Spencer puckered his lips out, and Elise kissed them in response. "Mmm…mwah! I love you. Enjoy New Orleans."

The Atlanta field office asked for the team's help when victims were found in truck stop restrooms through the South highways. Not only were the victim posed post-mortem, but their left ears were cut off. At first, they thought the unsub was a truck driver, but after a new victim, they discovered that the victims were all connected. A profile was delivered about the unsub working off a hit list connected to childhood trauma.

Afterward, after conducting deeper research, the team realized that the first victim was one of the unsub's school teachers. One name was found: Randy Martin-Jacobs…

…whose mother killed half a dozen truck drivers, and her son (conceived from rape) is taking revenge on those who separated her from her son.

Elise had always wanted to see New Orleans since she saw Disney's The Princess and the Frog, 12 Years a Slave, and A Streetcar Named Desire. It was all she ever imagined: lively jazz band music lingering throughout the city, the influence of the French and British, and attractions from the stately 19th-century mansions to the French Quarter to the French Market.

She gorged on the city's cuisine: beignets, po' boys, jambalaya, gumbo, red beans, and rice. She ate at some well-known restaurants, from Emeril's to Antoine. Elise also visited the restaurant that a Top Chef (female) alumna now owns, serving Caribbean-style cuisine.

This gave her an idea of what to do for her mother's upcoming birthday.

And, of course, the ACA Winter Conference. Elise spent one day joining in on a human trafficking roundtable, attended a roll call with the NOPD, and met with a recently deceased deputy's family.

A few more days have passed, and it was now that day. Old friends, associates, and acquaintances gathered at Rossi's mansion to remember Jason Gideon. Even Stephen and Jill came to celebrate Jason.

Laughs were shared among everyone at the formal dinner table. "So, let me get this straight—Gideon forced his way into a suspect's house with a large flower pot?"

"Yup," Morgan recapped the Billie Copeland case. "For him, it was worth it."

Hotch added, "Yup. And he was ready to blow his brains at first sight. At least we saved her."

Rossi sipped his years-old molt scotch. "He was like that. Passionate. Headstrong."

"Tell me about it," Stephen added, making a melancholy smile.

"Dramatic. Melodramatic. Histrionic." Jill contributed. "I think he was a Primetime Emmy and Tony-winning actor in the past life." Her witty joke made everyone laugh. "But really, he loved you."

"Even if he didn't say it, he was always proud of us," JJ's voice croaked.

"I remember him giving me flowers after he practically annoyed the bejeezus out of me while we were working together on a case since he injured his leg," Garcia sniffled, wiping a tear from her eye. "I still have the vase he gave me."

"Because he wanted to do skydiving," Hotch replied somberly. "It was part of what he wanted to do before he...died."

"I miss the chess games we played together, the times he wanted me to think outside the box. I'll miss that."

Rossi raised his glass. "To Jason Gideon. May he rest in peace."

"To Jason Gideon. May he rest in peace."

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.