--Hey, what's up?--


"Why the hell didn't you tell me about that?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know," Spencer shrugged. "I guess it just didn't seem important." He said. Rachel took a drink of her Coke.

"Spence I think getting kidnapped justifies as important. And the aftermath? What that ass got you into? Yeah Spence that's not important at all." She smirked. Her expression changed to stern. "That's not the only reason you didn't tell me is it?" She asked. Spencer didn't answer. "You thought I'd get mad right?" She said.

"And you're not?" He said sarcastically. Rachel shook her head.

"No I'm not. That wasn't your fault you had no control over it. Hell no I'm not mad." She smiled. He sighed, relieved.

"That's always good to hear." He smiled. She grinned back.

"So was I right? Is the food phenomenal or what?" She said.

"Yeah you were right." He grinned. They'd been talking here for about two hours now, catching up.

Rachel and her family stayed in Montana for a whole year. Then her Dad got arrested for abuse and drunk driving, he's still in jail now. Her Mom went crazy without her husband and took off. Rachel had just turned eighteen. She took everything out of her dad's savings and checking account and transferred it to her own. She went to Maryland to attend Notre Dame University in Baltimore. From there she became a cop and worked her way up to be the youngest detective Albany has ever had.

"Not very interesting compared to what you do." She said. "I mean, you guys figure out what makes psychos tick. How awesome is that?"

"If you want to call getting inside serial killers minds and have to think the way they do awesome." Spencer said simply. Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Smart ass." She said. Spencer laughed.

"I think that's a thank you." He chuckled. Rachel nodded.

"Oh my god," A voice said behind Spencer. "Spencer Reid?" Spencer turned around, Rachel looked confused.

"Yes?" Spencer replied. A man stood before him, a little over six feet, sandy colored hair, and brown eyes. He looked oddly familiar. A few other men were behind him.

"I'm Jeff Alridge, I was a line-backer in school." He said, hesitating slightly. Spencer wanted to get as far away from this man as he possibly could.

Why do these people keep popping up? He thought. Rachel scowled.

"What the hell do you want?" She asked harshly. Jeff's eyes lit up.

"Rachel, sorry I didn't realize..."

"I asked you a question." She said, ice in her tone. Spencer's eyes were on Jeff. He recognized the other men as David Walt, Sean Hinders and Micheal Laughlin.

"We're here for Art's funeral." He said. Rachel snorted.

"After all these years you ass-holes still hang around each other." She said. "As if school wasn't bad enough. I'd hate to see what you guys did to the smart people at work." Jeff sighed.

"I deserved that." He said. Rachel was shocked. "That's actually what I came over here for." He looked at Spencer. "Spencer I'm sorry. I am so sorry. We had no right doing that to you. Just because you were smarter than the rest of us didn't mean you were a freak. We were stupid kids. I've seen what you've done on this case. It's all over the papers. Catching Stokes took something I never had. For what it's worth after all these years I am sorry. I know that doesn't make it right but..." He trailed off. "I know stuff like that doesn't go away and god I'm sorry." Spencer smiled gently.

"It's okay." He said. Rachel was speechless. Jeff shook his head.

"No it's not okay but thank you." He said. He walked away. The other men followed, nodding the apologies as they did so. Spencer turned back to Rachel.

"Did that help you at all?" She asked.

"Yeah actually it did." He said. She shook her head.

"You have got to be the most forgiving person I've met." She said quietly. He half-smiled.

"Yeah you've said that to me before." He said. She smiled. She her hand reached out across the table and grasped his.

"Do you remember what I said the last time I saw you?" She asked. He nodded.

"How could I forget?" He said, a smiling softly. She leaned forward slightly.

"I meant what I said. I really do love you Spence, I think I always have." She said, still leaning toward him.

"I know." He whispered. She was right in front of him, her eyes starting to close. His did as well. The next thing he knew her lips touched his. Her kiss was soft, gentle, like he always knew she was. And he kissed her back, loving every second she was this close to him. They both knew a relationship was impossible and there was a silent recognition of that. But this wasn't a relationship, this was a single, innocent, sweet, kiss.

"If you take another eight years to come see me I'll have to kill you." Rachel grinned. Spencer smiled as well.

"I'll come visit I promise." He said. He wrapped his arms around her, knowing full and well Morgan and J.J. were trying desperately not to say something...and laugh. "You know they're all watching." He whispered.

"They want something to tell Garcia about." She whispered back. Spencer smiled and pulled away.

"If they want something they've got it." He said. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, touching his lips to hers.

"OW!" Morgan teased. J.J. laughed hysterically with Emily. Hotch and Rossi's jaws dropped. Spencer pulled away and grinned, even though his face was beat red from embarrassment. Rachel laughed.

"I think that is the craziest, boldest thing you've ever done." She said.

"I know," Spencer said. "Sad right?" Rachel giggled.

"You better get out of here dork." She said. "Your plane's gonna take off without you." He nodded and hugged her again.

"I'll see you." He said. She creased her brows.

"Damn straight you will." She said. He laughed and walked away. Morgan wrapped his arm around Spencer's shoulder.

"C'mon loverboy." He said. Spencer's face grew red. J.J. and Emily were still laughing.

"Garcia is going to have a heart attack." Prentice said once they had boarded the jet. Spencer rubbed the back of his head.

"Does she have to know?" He asked. Prentice and Morgan looked at each other, then back to Spencer.

"Uh, yeah." They said in unison. Spencer grinned.

"Thanks." He said. From a few rows back they heard a loud squeal. They all turned and saw J.J. holding her phone away from her head.

"Told you Garcia'd have a heart attack." She said.

"OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOOOD!" Garcia's voice blared. Spencer shook his head. He looked out the window and saw Rachel waving as the plane started to take off. He grinned and waved and watched her laugh.

"I love you!" She mouthed.

"I love you too." He mouthed back.

"Hey, Earth to Reid." Morgan said.

"Hm?" Spencer said, looking up at him.

"I said are you okay?" Spencer smiled softly.

"Yeah, I think I am."


--Thank you all so much! This was my first CM fic and it went great. I might do more in the future but...until then my fans! Send me a review and tell me if you liked the end! God bless and thank you all!! : ) --