A/N: Hello again, everyone! I hope you enjoyed the previous chapter because we'll be going right back to D.C. Here comes a new classic favorite, Entropy. While I prefer to only watch it once, I can understand why it's a fan favorite.

It was a cool, murky Sunday afternoon in Las Vegas. Spencer zipped up the large two duffel bags on the now-bared full-sized bed. It was packed full of his mother's belongings, even if they were mostly books and a few of her clothes and shoes. Élise and the children were waiting in the car, and William was still going to stay in the city to get his house into rental condition.

Spencer turned when he heard footsteps behind him. His mother and Dr. Norman were standing in the doorway. He hoisted the bags off the bed. "I packed up everything so you wouldn't have to do anything."

"Oh, you're so sweet to do that," Diana gave her only son a loving smile.

Dr. Norman sighed. "I'm going to miss you, Diana. You too, Spencer. And tell Élise again thank you for the donation." For the holiday season, Élise made a ten-grand donation to Bennington.

"Of course, Doctor." Spencer nodded his head. "And do enjoy your retirement."

Dr. Norman perked up a smile. "Oh, I will. A little golf every now and then, but I'm going to be spending a lot more time with my grandkids."

Spencer looked at the time on his watch, and it was nine-thirty. "We better get going. We don't wanna miss our flight." He held his arm for his mother to loop hers. "Until we meet again, sir."

Spencer looked through the rear window when the Suburban drove further away from Bennington. He couldn't believe he would say it —he'd never thought he would actually say this—but he would miss the place that catered to his mother after he turned eighteen. He had some decent moments at the sanitarium, but now it was time to move on.

The ride from Bennington to the airport runway was quiet. Everyone was in the backseat, including the kids and Diana, who were napping. Élise was in the passenger seat, watching from the rearview mirror, and lightly smiled to herself as she saw Spencer and his mother holding each other's hands.

It was even the same when the two sat next to each other on the plane. Spencer read to his mother on the flight home, and Diana listened intensely, even reading to him on the way home.

The cool D.C. night skies were midnight blue with gray passing clouds. Already in his dark purple pajamas, after walking out of the kitchen with a cup of tea, Spencer climbed up the stairs and passed the hall. He took a quick peek in the kids' room before his mother's room for the night.

Spencer sighed; his mother looked so peaceful sleeping. And to think, he thought it would be a bad idea for her to move to D.C. He slowly closed the door, making a slow creek as it did. But at least it didn't wake her.

He goes back to his room, and Élise is in bed, but she's still awake and reading instead. "She is asleep?"

"Uh-huh," Spencer answered after he had another gulp. He set the cup and coaster on the nightstand table. He yawned as he crawled under the comforters, and Élise closed her book.

"Heading off to work tomorrow?" she asked.

Spencer shook his head. "Nah. At least not until next week, but if anything, I could call Hotch in the morning and tell him I can come into work tomorrow."

Élise patted his padded knees. "Oh, babe…"

"These past couple of months have been really hard," Spencer laid his head against the fluffy pillow. "I feel like I'm starting all over again."

"I know," Élise agreed, turning off the lights. "We're still a few days into the new year, so all we can do is hope for the best."

Spencer agreed silently.

Another weekday morning felt like a typical morning in the Bastien-Reid household. The kids were awake and enjoying their breakfast (berry pancakes) at the nook; the kitchen smelled of coffee (for Spencer and definitely not for Élise), butter, and bacon (turkey; anything with pork still spooked Spencer).

Élise sat with the dressed-up children, feeding Alexander. "Here you go, Alexei…" she fed him a spoonful of pureed banana. She smiled as she watched his reaction. "You wanna one more spoonful, or are you good for now?" Seeing him stretch his arms out and coo, she fed him another serving.

Spencer cleaned the kitchen sink and counters with Lysol as the kitchen doors swung open. It was Diana, wearing a bright pink terrycloth robe and bed hair.

"Good morning, Grandma!" Séraphine and Isaac waved to their paternal grandmother.

Diana waved back to them before they hopped off from their seats and skipped to give her a hug. "Good morning, darlings."

"Ooh, let me help you, Élise," Spencer rushed to Élise's side, who was still hoping for Alexander while slowly sliding out of the window seat and trying to get up. "There we go."

Élise planted her hand on Spencer's shoulder and the other on her belly. "I'm not helpless, you know."

"Forgive me if you're carrying our baby," Spencer cooed and nosed her belly. He then whispered, "Isn't that right, you adorable little girl?"

Rose walked in (she arrived around the same time the family returned). "Good morning, everyone." After everyone said morning to her back, Rose smoothed her hands over her black skinny pants and patted her knees rhythmically. "Come on, kids. Let me help you get your bags back." She extended her hands out, and each of them walked out of the kitchen with her, but not before throwing their heads back at their parents, little brother, and grandmother Diana, leaving with just the four of them.

There were two of them when Élise took a still-cooing Alexander out, leaving Spencer and his mother alone. Spencer sighed lightly. He guided his mother to a seat at the nook, prodded her to the counter, and presented her with her breakfast plate.

"I made you an omelet with veggies, Greek yogurt and granola to the side, fresh orange juice, and tea."

Diana had a small smile. "Oh, thank you, honey."

Spencer scratched the back of his head. "So, uh…after breakfast…I'll, uh…take you to Brookfield."

"Something wrong, baby?" Diana pursed her thin lips out and raised an eyebrow.

Spencer shook his head. "Nothing."

"Don't lie to your mother, Spencer," Diana warned him. "My memory may be going, but that doesn't mean I don't know when something's not right with you."

Spencer sniffled; he took a seat next to her. "I'm scared."

"Honey, I'm not going away just yet," Diana assured him confidently.

"That's just it," Spencer clarified; now he's fiddling with his short fingernails. "And now, I'm scared for myself. And Élise. And the kids."

He's been reading the statistics and studies about the disease. It got him thinking that maybe he'll inherit the disease. And worse, now he's wondering if he's now passed it down to the kids. What if their unborn child was now predisposed?

"Baby, nothing is going to happen to you, Élise, or the kids, especially my unborn grandchild," Diana rested her hand over his on the table. "Remember what I told you?" she reached out and cupped his face. "Even if I'm losing my memories, I'll always love you, no matter what."

She ended the sentence with a simple smile and kissed his forehead. Still, while Spencer appreciated her words of wisdom and encouragement, it didn't make him any less worried about what would occur in the future.

Spencer wasn't expected to be back at work until next Monday, so he wanted to spend as much free time with his mother as he could. After dropping the children off at WIS, Rose, Spencer, and Élise cared for Alexander while they were on their way to Brookfield.

Distantly staring out the window, Spencer and Élise kept glancing at Diana, who also sat quietly in her seat at the back. Élise sees Spencer's hand doing the tapping thing—he'd do that when he gets too jittery or nervous. She grasped at him and gave him a tight, reassuring squeeze.

The Suburban pulled into the circular roundabout and stopped when it reached the building's brick steeple. Doctor Kaneko-Simon was there with a clipboard clutched close to her chest. Spencer shot out of the car and began hauling his mother's two bags out of the trunk, carrying them by his elbows.

"Hello, Ms. Bastien. Dr. Reid," the doctor extended her arm out, and Spencer politely shook it back. "Welcome back to Brookfield. It's a pleasure to meet you, Diana," she shot Diana a crisp smile, and the three of them followed inside.

"This is your room, Ms. Reid." Dr. Kaneko-Simon proudly presented Diana with her new room. She, Spencer, and Élise allowed Diana to take a moment to move around the room.

Diana said, "This is nice,"

Spencer and Élise sighed—so far, everything was good. They listened as Dr. Kaneko-Simon described the facility protocol to them—scheduled meal and medication times, assigned doctors, and the number of activities Diana could do during her free time.

"I'll give you all a moment to yourselves, and if anything, give me or one of the managers a ring," she gave them another polite smile. Then Spencer and Élise began unpacking Diana's bags for her.

Élise took Diana's folded clothes and placed them in the dresser. "This is cozy, huh, Diana?"

Diana had her finger in her mouth. "It is, yes."

Spencer placed her books on the nightstand next to her schedule in case she wanted to read later. "It may not be Bennington, but it's still good, right?"

Diana sat on the bed. "Mmm-hmm..." her hands were now between her knees.

Élise had her Samsung phone in her hand and peeked at the time. "I have to get to work, so…" she pointed her thumb and headed to the door.

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Spencer asked firmly. "Because if you want me to stay a little longer…"

"I'll be fine, my darling," Diana replied softly. I need to be alone with my thoughts."

Spencer really didn't want to leave her, but with the emphatic look on her face, he quickly changed his mind. Spencer threw his arms around his mother and let a tear fall down his face. Élise joined in after she sat next to Diana and huddled in.

"Are you okay, Spencer?" asked Élise when she and Spencer reached the wide citrus-scented lobby when Spencer stopped at his heels again. "Did you forget something?"

"Uh, yeah," Spencer lied—he hates lying to her. I-I-I need to use the restroom." He broke free from her grasp and power-walked into a corridor, ushered himself into the nearest men's restroom, unintentionally leaving her with a little frown on her face.

He needed a few more minutes to himself before he left his mother here—all by herself, only. This Alzheimer's dilemma was making him restless. He pulled his cell phone out of his pockets and sighed. He couldn't believe he was this, but he dialed a number. He waited patiently for the recipient.

"Hello?" It was a soft-toned voice at the other end.

Spencer squeaked in his voice a bit. "Savannah?"

"Spencer," Savannah sounded surprised. "Well, it's not too often I hear from you unless it's from Derek. What's up?"

Spencer fidgeted with his nails and cleared his throat. "Uh, but are you free this afternoon?"

"Yes…"Savannah asked inquisitively. "Why, do you need something?"

"Actually, I do."

Élise was glad to be back at work—she'll be going on maternity leave in about a couple more months and needed to take as much work time as she could get. The week wasn't too bad—the Monday morning Élise arrived for work, she sent out an attached memorandum to the US Attorney, not only thanking them for their work on domestic violence against women but outlining inspiring guidelines on continuing the work, a statement following the arrest and capture of an international drug lord, and the announcement of a new task force countering violent extremism in the country.

But mostly, it's been meetings with the other Cabinet officials, including the President and Vice President. She recently hosted a meeting with State of the Union guests, including the First and Second Ladies, to discuss criminal justice reform.

"Daddy!"

"Huh?" Spencer flinched; he snapped out of his glassy gaze when he heard Séraphine call out for him and tuck on his coat sleeve. "Wha…?"

"You said you were gonna push me on the swings today." Séraphine pointed to the kid-occupied swing set at the playground that was not too far from their house.

"Oh," Spencer cleared his throat as the two toddlers guided him to the park. "Oh, yeah. And then afterward, Daddy needs to stop by Uncle Derek's place, okay?"

"Okay!" Séraphine ran to an empty one and sat, waiting for her father to push her. "You okay, Daddy?"

Spencer answered, making sure he was fine with leaving Isaac in the sandbox with the other two children. "Oh, yeah…" he ambled to her and began pushing. Spencer felt like he was in a nostalgic memory with his mother pushing him on the swings.

"A little higher, Daddy!" Séraphine cried.

"Hey-hey-hey!" Savannah smiled widely when she saw Spencer and the kids at the front door. She had come into the foyer and closed the door. "I know you're not into hugs, but come here."

She pulled him into one after he stepped into the house when a loud voice boomed in. "Hey! Get your greasy paws off my lady," said Morgan, who put his arm around Savannah and kissed her cheek. He held his fist out, waiting for Spencer to pound it.

Instead, Spencer had his hand over it.

"You're cute."

Spencer shot back a sarcastic look. "Hey, Savannah, do you have the "thing" we talked about?"

Savannah snapped her fingers. "Yes, I do. " Before she did that, she turned her attention to the kids for a minute. "I have some cookies and milk set out for you two on the table. " She guided them to the kitchen, where the treats were laid out.

"Thank you!" the two skipped out and started eating the treats.

Savannah handed Spencer a Manila file. "Here you go."

"Thank you."

Derek lifted an eyebrow. "What was that all about?"

"Uh…it's personal…" said Spencer.

Élise was in her office, reviewing paperwork, when Élise saw her work cell beeping on her desk. She saw Hotch calling her and answered. "Hello, Hotch. How's your day going?"

"It's going along well, thank you. I heard from Spencer today; sounds like he's well."

Élise sighed. "We're good, but I take it that's not the reason you called."

"No," he answered truthfully. "A few days ago, we got a call from USP Terre Haute."

Élise had chills running around her body. USP Terre Haute was where former NSA Director Brian Cochran was placed via solitary confinement at Hotch's request after his arrest.

"What happened?"

Based on the flash drive Cochran had on him at the time of his arrest, he gave the BAU information they needed on the hitmen—and their expertise: the Sniper, the Chemist, the Bomber, and the Black Widow. The Snowman turned out to be a kid.

This also included the websites and the safe house location.

They managed to find the Sniper and Chemist, but JJ shot the Sniper before he could pull the trigger on either her, Rossi, or a SWAT agent, and the Chemist ended up committing suicide.

"So, let me see if I got this right," Élise said; now in Hotch's office with him and Spencer. "You want to use Spencer to lure the Black Widow into a trap to catch the Bomber?" Élise held a picture of the Black Widow—Cat Adams—a woman in her thirties with short dark hair and eyes.

"Why?" Élise folded her arms and made a you've-got-to-be-joking face. "I mean, you couldn't get one of the other agents because…?"

"Well, obviously not me, Morgan, or Rossi," Hotch discussed. "Spencer's around her age and looked like her type."

"Innocent yet handsome," Élise summed it up.

Spencer added to the conversation. "And to really prove I mean business, I'm gonna tell her I want my pregnant wife dead."

Élise raised her eyes and slowly lifted her head up; a pissed-off scowl appeared on her face. "You better hope you have another pregnant wife somewhere I don't know about because you ever wanted me dead..."

Spencer threw the file about Cat on Hotch's desk. "Based on her background—her father, Daniel, killed her mother. There's a chance it may have been unintentional since he only served time for manslaughter. He left the country after serving his time. She was in foster care, where she was abused by several men, resulting in not only hating her father but all men in general. Her first victim was her first foster father, but his death was ruled as an accident along with two other male victims and the 200+ victims."

"Oh, so she's a misandrist with a victim sheet of over 200 men," Élise replied dryly and groaned loudly. "All the more reason I'm still not comfortable with this."

"Nothing's gonna happen to Spencer," Hotch assured her. "We'll make it our personal mission Spencer will come out unharmed."

Élise pouted and moved her tongue around her mouth, still not cool with the idea of Spencer being used as bait. But after a confident look from Spencer, Élise softened her expression.

"Fine, I'll allow it," Élise finally agreed to the idea with great reluctance, but she warned the two, "Anything happens to him, I'll kill you myself, Hotch."

Élise crossed her legs and arms when watching Spencer get dressed in the roundtable room. She looked out the window to see Tara, Morgan, JJ, and Rossi dressed to the nines, and finally, Spencer again. "I still don't like this, babe," she got up and helped Spencer fix his tie. "The idea of you being bait for a hitwoman with a burning passion against men."

"Maybe, but if this is the only way we can get them, then this is the only we will bring them down."

Élise hated agreeing with him, but she swallowed her words since he was right. She took his hand and exchanged his wedding ring for a fake one. "I have an old friend who works at Tiffany's give me this one. Figures you're gonna need to play the part and have one as realistic as the one you have now. Plus, I don't want this crazy-ass bitch touching this one. And if anything were to happen to you…"

Spencer cupped his hands onto Élise and had her look at him. "Nothing's gonna happen to me. I'm coming home to you and our kids after this is done."

"I can't imagine my life without you," Élise could feel her eyes stingy. "The kids would feel the same way, too."

"I know," He kissed her forehead before he lifted her chin for a passionate lip lock.

After pulling away, Élise remarked, "But you know that if you ever wanted me dead, I'd kill you myself in about a dozen different ways."

"That's exactly what JJ said earlier when I told her the plan," Spencer recalled before he noticed Hotch waiting for him. "I gotta go."

They kissed each other before he went with Tara, JJ, Morgan, and Rossi.

"God, protect him and let him come home safely for his mother, me, and our kids," Élise wiped a tear from her eye.

Spencer, Tara, Morgan, JJ, and Rossi all went to Harry & Glenn's Bar and Grill, where each of them would play a part. While Spencer would meet with Cat, the rest would be playing as the patrons.

Spencer met Cat, and so far, it's gonna along fairly well—they had a conversation, and he told her what she wanted to hear—that he wanted his pregnant wife dead.

Although JJ warned him that her M.O. involves taking her victim to a secondary location, where she kills him, so he needed to watch his step with her.

After checking out his fake wedding ring, Spencer realizes Cat's not like any other hitwoman—especially when he hears the gun clicking under their table. And she quickly pointed out JJ and Rossi.

And let him know that the Bomber is not who you'd think it is and had enough C4 to blow up and kill thousands of people within a city block. Even him and the team.

She's smart in her arrogant, narcissistic kinda way.

At least she didn't point out Tara and Morgan, who were a few feet away from their table.

Little did she know he came prepared, too…

He had one backup revolver hidden in the cushion behind him. He's just waiting for the right time to use it.

He made it clear to her that she wasn't the first to point a gun at him, let alone the first woman, and that he knew things about her that she didn't. Like the men she killed were substitutions for the person she really wanted to kill.

Her own father.

Tara and Morgan caught sight of one of the restaurant-goers and denounced her as the Bomber. At least they managed to disarm her, and JJ, Rossi, and SWAT managed to disarm the bomb hidden in the restaurant's pipes.

"Get up," she ordered him as the restaurant patrons ran for their lives. "Get up!"

Spencer did as she wanted him to. Now, he said to himself, swiftly pulling out the gun from behind him.

"You played me!" Cat cried; her .45 is aimed at Spencer.

Spencer gave her a gotcha look on his face with the revolver on his. "Did I, really?"

"Spencer," Morgan injected himself in; his Glock pointed at Cat. "Get out of here. I get this."

Spencer told him, "This one's mine, Morgan."

Cat scoffed, "Is that right?"

"Spencer, let me…" Morgan wasn't gonna let anything happen to Morgan.

"Morgan, shut up!" Spencer raised his voice a little higher. "I'm the one who's gonna do it."

Cat sneered. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't take you out myself."

"Because I brought your father here," Spencer announced.

Though she didn't show it, Cat's face perked. "Really? You actually found my father?"

Spencer moved his shoulders. "I can take you to him. Finally give you the meeting you've always wanted with him and let you make him pay for what he did. All you have to do is put the gun down."

Cat scoffed again, but she slowly put the .45 on the table after some consideration. Without taking his Glock off her, he moved in and swiped it. Afterward, he threw Spencer his silver cuffs at him. After he caught them, he had his Smith & Wesson off and cuffed her. Walking her out of the restaurant, he led her to a big, armored truck…

Only there was no one there.

"You lied." Cat hissed after Spencer threw her in there.

"And by the way, your dad's dead," Spencer rolled his eyes. "I win."

A mischievous smirk came on her face. "I don't think so, Spen-cer. Especially when I get released in twenty-five years."

"Is that right?" Spencer mocked her.

Cat cocked her head to the side. "I see you've already forgotten about our conversation earlier. Get this into your head while you still can: I'll always remember you, but you won't remember me."

Spencer slammed the doors in her face after she said that and watched it drive off.

Still, her words about her remembering him but him not remembering her lingered in his mind.

Élise waited anxiously in the living room, pacing with her hand on her belly and waiting for Spencer to come home. They heard from Hotch that the members of the hitmen organization were finally arrested, and given the severity of their crimes, there was no way in hell any of them would see the day of light again. Especially Cat Adams.

The front door opened, and Spencer slid into the living room and flung his arms around her.

Spencer declared to her as he whispered, "It's over now."

"Oh, I'm glad you're home."

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing and the little remix I did. I'll continue with bits and pieces of Entropy in the next chapter instead of going onto the next two episodes...maybe.