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A/n the song and lyrics mentioned in the chapter is "Devil Woman," from Cliff on you tube if you want to hear it. This is the last chapter so please enjoy!

“I still think this is ridiculous.”

Morgan leaned against his desk and surveyed the birthday decorations that festooned Reid’s desk. Garcia had gone all out with balloons, streamers, and confetti. It looked like a rainbow had exploded all over his desk. It had spilled over to Emily’s desk too, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Shut up and be nice.” Garcia said, slugging him in the upper arm.

“Ow…”

“You’re such a baby!”

“Who’s a baby?” JJ said as she swept into the room with Henry in his stroller.

“Morgan is the baby. He thinks this is ridiculous.”

“Where’s your sense of fun?” JJ asked while helping Henry out of the stroller.

The little boy immediately went to his godmother and held out his arms. He was a year and a half old with straight blond hair and big blue eyes. He wore a little pair of jeans and a tee shirt that said, “Mommy and Daddy love Henry,” across the front.

“Hey there’s my tiny handsome man,” Garcia cooed as she swept him up in her arms. “Oh… you’re getting so big!”

“He’s in the ninety-fifth percentile of growth for kids his age.” Reid said, entering the bullpen with Isis in his arms.

“How would you know that kid?”

Reid flushed, but JJ beamed at him. “He’s keeping a record of Henry’s growth. He’s trying to predict how tall he’ll be when he’s grown up.”

“Run out of hobbies,” Morgan teased.

“No!”

Reid put Isis down and the cat ran over Emily who’d come into the room from the break room with a large cup of coffee.

“Hello there, you’re looking very sleek today.” She said to the cat, which leaped gracefully onto Reid’s chair and began to wash. “I can’t believe it’s been a year since you brought her in here.” Emily said to Reid.

“I can,” Morgan interjected.

“Be quiet!” Garcia hushed. “You don’t have to hang around. It’s Friday, after five and we don’t have a case. Go bar hopping and leave us alone.”

“No way mama… The food looks great.

He looked at the table set up under the railing to the overhead walkway. It was full of food and a birthday cake.

“Is that all you ever think about, your stomach.”

“No baby girl… I got other needs.”

“Don’t look at me? I’ve got my own snuggle bunny.”

Emily, Reid and JJ laughed. “She got you there.” JJ said between giggles.

Isis jumped down off Reid’s desk and ran to him meowing loudly. “I agree with her… It’s time to eat.” Morgan said.

“Saved by the meow,” Emily said as Rossi and Hotch came down from their offices.

“Food looks good.” Rossi said, stepping carefully over Isis.

“That’s what I was trying to say.” Morgan protested.

“Let’s eat…” Reid said taking a package of cat treats out for Isis from his desk.

The cat was still midnight black and silky as a kitten. Her green eyes stayed glued to Reid as he fished out a couple of treats for her. Her tail swished and her nose sniffed the air.

“You look like a witch with her familiar.” Rossi said as he piled pasta salad on his paper plate.

“She’s just a devil woman with evil on her mind.” JJ began to sing in a great Soprano voice.

“I know that song.” Garcia commented. “Isn’t it about a black cat that turns into a beautiful black-haired woman?”

“The song never says that the cat becomes a woman.” Reid pointed out.

“It’s implied though,” JJ began to cut the cake that said “Happy Birthday Isis,” in pink letters on white icing.

“Only if you squint really hard.”

“JJ’s right,” Rossi said. “It is obliquely implied that the black cat turns into a beautiful woman with long black hair and green eyes.”

“Well… We know Isis doesn’t turn into a woman.”

“How do you know?” Garcia said seriously. Reid went scarlet and even Hotch laughed.

“Give me a break, she’s just a cat.” Morgan said.

Isis looked up at Morgan, arched her back and hissed. She ran back to Reid, who picked her up and began stroking her head. She purred while staring down Morgan.

“What did I ever do to that cat?” He barked at Reid.

“Face it Morgan… Not every female falls at your feet.”

“Very funny Emily!”

“Maybe you should apologize to her.” Hotch suggested with twinkling eyes.

“No… I didn’t do anything. She’s the one that nearly clawed my leg off.”

“She didn’t,” Reid protested.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Hotch said.

Reid stifled the urge to stick his tongue out at Morgan as he scratched Isis’s black head.

“So Isis, you’re a year old today. What are you going to do?” Garcia asked the cat.

“Garcia…”

“Shut up Morgan.”

“You going to ask her if she’s going to Disneyland next?”

Garcia turned and smacked him again. “No… that would be silly.”

“This whole thing is silly.”

“Morgan…”

“Sorry Hotch!”

Hotch took a piece of cake from JJ who was cutting it into large pieces for everyone. “Somehow this cat and our technical analyst have kept Section Chief Strauss out of our hair for the last year. I think she deserves a party.”

“Isn’t it a little weird?” JJ said watching Reid with Isis.

Her friend held the cat in his arms and the cat was staring at Morgan with something in her eyes that had that song playing in JJ’s head again.

“What’s weird,” Morgan said as he took some cake.

“Well… Isis has been around for a year. Strauss hasn’t bothered us at all. Reid hasn’t been in any sort of life threatening jeopardy since he found the cat. It’s like the bad luck of black cats, became good luck for Reid and us.

Morgan snickered… “Next you’ll be saying that Isis really does turn into a woman at the full moon.”

“Of course not,” JJ said picking Henry up and settling him on her lap with a plate of cake. “I’m just being silly.”

As she watched the cat with Reid, she wondered if it were just her imagination. The Reid turned and smiled at her. Isis jumped down and ran over to where she sat with Henry. The cat reached up and batted the child on his leg and Henry laughed. JJ relaxed… It had been a long day. The cat was perfectly normal.

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Reid carried his messenger bag over his shoulder and Isis in his arms. His car was at the far end of the underground parking lot.

“I could have parked closer if you hadn't made me late.” He scolded the cat, who dug her claws into his sleeve.

“Don’t get upset, it was your fault and you know it.”

He opened the passenger side door and deposited the cat and his messenger bag on the front seat. “There, we’ll be home soon.”

He went around to the driver’s side and got in the car. He was putting on his seat belt when the cat nudged his arm. He turned to see the cat looking at him the same way she looked at big bowl of cream.

“Can’t you wait till we get home?” He said.

The change was fast, but he was used to it by now. Where the cat had been sitting, there was now a beautiful woman with black hair to her waist. Her eyes were large and as green as the grass of Ireland. Her skin was the color of cream and as soft as silk.

“You made me wait this morning. I think I should punish you for that.” She said and her voice was as musical as bells chiming down a country lane.

“We’re in the parking garage Isis.” He squeaked, but his brain was fast losing control over his body. “Someone might see.”

“No one’s around, baby. I sensed it when you brought me out here. Don’t worry… What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

THE END

A/n thanks for indulging me with the twist at the ending. I hadn't intended it to take this supernatural turn, but Adele was prodded a bit by my beta REIDFANATIC and the words of "Devil Woman." I heard it a couple of days ago and thought it was perfect for Isis