After we finished getting ready Reid and I wandered out to the lobby, noticing that the team hadn't left yet. Excitedly, I took the opportunity to move towards Prentiss who was casually talking to JJ. I walked over to their side's and rested my head on Prentiss's shoulder, earning myself an awkward chuckle as she stopped herself mid sentence and patted my cheek.

From behind, Reid laughed as well, taking a space next to JJ. The two of them glanced at each other before turning their attention back to Prentiss and I who were now basically cuddling.

"I'm gonna miss you," I mumbled sadly, wrapping my arms around her waist. I figured at this point I wouldn't get to see her for a while, which was definitely a bummer. With her status at work and my newfound life as a future mom it'd probably be hard to keep in contact.

"You too," she retorted with a sigh. I could tell she was equally unhappy with the idea. Ever since leaving we hadn't been talking much, which I figured was probably my fault since I really sucked at updating.

From the corner of my eye I saw Morgan throwing a set of luggage into the back of the SUV. He narrowed his eyes as he pushed them inside, taking a second to examine his work before turning towards us and yelling, "ready to go?"

The four of us looked over and nodded. Even though Reid and I wouldn't be joining we followed them over, moving our position to the side of the vehicle, which was unfortunately already ready to go.

I glanced towards JJ and let out a sigh, realizing how much I already missed them. Thanks to intensity of the last few days I hadn't really gotten much of an opportunity to talk to her. Or anyone for that matter. With everything happening it was hard to just breathe sometimes, so honestly talking was out of the question.

"Can we do another night at Rossi's when we're back?" I questioned, flashing them a smile.

The window of the passenger side rolled down, revealing Rossi himself. He smiled and nodded his head, shooting me a quick thumbs up before glancing at Hotch who started the vehicle.

"I promise we won't ditch you this time," JJ responded, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I widened my smile and nodded my head, feeling her tighten her grip before eventually pulling away and glancing at Morgan. They shared a quick look before the two of them left, leaving Prentiss behind.

"I better get a wedding invite," she stated jokingly. She reached out to punch my shoulder, but before she made contact I shuffled away and flashed her a smirk. She rolled her eyes and settled for punching Reid, who released a light sigh and just let it happen.

"I don't know, man. We're very busy people," I replied with a laugh, reaching out to console him. He flashed me a pout and rubbed his arm, offering Prentiss a saddened expression.

"I'm literally the head of Interpol, Isla," she retorted with a scoff.

While I was fully aware of how crazy her schedule was, I jokingly denied it, earning myself another arm punch. This time I let it happen, watching as her fist lightly collided with my arm. I pretended to wince in pain and reach for the injury, shutting my eyes as I wined. She rolled her eyes and took a step back, reaching for the vehicle.

We said our goodbyes and even though I could sense her annoyance I pulled her in for another hug, gripping her tightly. She groaned at my strength and reached towards Reid, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Take care, will you?" She questioned, flashing him a wide grin.

He nodded his head and returned the small gesture, grabbing her wrist with a smile. The two of them shared a quick look I couldn't quite place, before Prentiss opened the door and shuffled inside, leaving us both. As she piled on in, I smiled her way, watching as she threw on her seatbelt and let out a sigh.

"Call me when you land, okay?" I raised my brow and reached for the door, gripping the handle tightly. After she nodded I closed her in, giving the side of the vehicle a light smack before waving them off and returning to Reid's side. As they left, I curled into his chest and let out a sigh.

Immediately, he wrapped himself around me, pressing his cheek to the top of my head as he pulled me in closer. "I'm sorry you didn't get to see her more," he said quietly, placing a kiss to my head.

I flashed him a somber smile while shrugging my shoulders. Deep down, I really was kind of sad. Before leaving England, despite my bad mindset, Prentiss and I had gotten quite close.

Working for Interpol was hard and while I knew she enjoyed it, in the few months I'd been there it'd taken a toll on her. The constant politics were obviously frustrating, especially when her word became law. On more than one occasion she'd have to make calls, which some didn't agree with and in those moments I felt absolutely awful for her. Having to make such a fast paced decision that could affect someone's life was never easy, but it was often required.

Moments like that were moments I wished I could make her come back. Interpol was a great opportunity, but it wasn't the BAU. You didn't have the same support or relationships with your fellow agents, and while in some cases that made things easier, I could tell for Prentiss it was sometimes a struggle. Because of this, I was the person she turned to, which in the end, despite our conversations containing negative subject matter, proved to be beneficial for the both of us.

At the time we were always together; for better or for worse. Thinking back, I wasn't sure if I'd had made it as far as I did without her, which gave me a lot to think about. Would life have been different if I had gone home sooner? And if I had, would she have stayed too?

"I just miss her," I eventually replied with a sigh, turning to face him. I flashed him a frown before staring at the ground, wondering how, despite being surrounded by loved ones, I still felt so lonely. It didn't make sense to me, because here I was, literally standing in the arms of the person I cared about most, yet I felt so empty.

I closed my eyes and leaned further into his chest, attempting to push the thought away. Right now I just needed to relax.

"I do too," Reid responded, giving my shoulder a rough rub.

His physical presence pulled me away from my thoughts. I looked at his face and bit my lip, watching him flash me that cute tight-lipped smile I desperately loved. 

I gave him a smile of my own and went to move forward, feeling him pull against me. "What?" I asked with a laugh, glancing down at his hand. At this point it had moved from my back to my elbow and was tightly gripping the ditch.

He looked down too and licked his bottom lip as he furrowed his brow, signalling his thought process. For a while, despite the area around us bustling, it all felt so silent. As he thought, he opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, his eyes lingering towards the ground until eventually he looked back up and sighed. "Are you okay?"

I gave him a smile, but also a shrug, because honestly I wasn't sure. Part of me was totally fine and ready get on with the day, while the other, much larger part felt suddenly on edge.

"What do you need?" He pulled me into his chest again, wrapping himself around me.

"A distraction, I think," I responded honestly. For some odd reason that made him snort and when I looked up to see his humoured expression, I raised my brow. "Is that funny to you?" I asked with a smirk.

"Not at all." I could hear the sarcasm in his voice. I thought about questioning it, but before I could he gave me a kiss and ran his hands through my hair, leaving me almost breathless. When he pulled away I reached out for more, but he shook his head and laughed; widening the space between us. Slowly, he released his grip on my elbow and slid his hand down to mine and interlocked our fingers.

"Not fair," I mumbled grumpily, flashing him a frown, "you can't just kiss me like that and walk away."

He ran his thumb along the back of my hand and chuckled. "I'm not walking away," he stated, pulling me across the parking lot. When we made it to the other side he stopped for a second to look around, a smile growing across his face as we made eye contact. The warmth in his gaze made me bite my lip happily, which in turn caused him to laugh, because he knew then and there exactly what I wanted. 

"I promise the second we get back I'll distract you properly," he said with laugh.

I rolled my eyes and yanked his arm, which in turn only made him laugh harder. "I hate how perceptive you are."

"It's not my perception you hate, it's your inability to hide how you're feeling."

"Which is?"

"Horny," he responded flatly, holding back a smirk.

I scrunched up my face and tightened my grip, watching him cringe at the pressure. When it became too much he pulled his hand away and shot me a glare, which lasted for probably a second before he started laughing again.

"Jerk."

He shook his head and threw his arm over my shoulder, pulling me in one last time before we continued on our way.

"So, where are we going anyway?" I asked, raising my brow.

"Well, I figured since we haven't eaten yet we could do that first. There's this diner that my mom and I used to go to a lot that if I'm correct in assuming, you'll absolutely love..." After that he went on to explain the rest of our day, which in comparison to my usual schedule somehow seemed daunting. As he spoke, I repositioned my hand in his and moved alongside him, listening to list of locations, along with their accompanied facts.

The whole time he talked I glanced at the sights around me, noting how small I felt. D.C. was a fairly big city, but it had nothing on Vegas. The bright lights and the busy sidewalks were enough to make even the most comfortable of city slickers somewhat claustrophobic.

The last thing on Reid's to do list was to have dinner with his mom, which despite seeming fun, realistically made me feel scared. After everything we'd been through with my parents it was hard for me not to assume the worst, which was that she'd immediately hate me.

"Are you sure she said she liked me?" I eventually asked, giving him a desperate look.

At that point we were walking into the aforementioned diner, following a hostess. She sat us at a table near the window and handed us some menus. When she asked us for our drinks we both replied with water, watching as she wandered off right after.

"I'm positive," Reid responded, reaching out to grab my hand. He offered me a supportive smile and thumbed my palm. "She always asks about you."

"Does she know I'm..." I scrunched up my face and motioned to my stomach.

Reid laughed and nodded, watching the waitress from the corner of his eye. She placed our waters down and scurried off again, leaving us to choose our food.

Once she was gone, I nodded my head and looked at my menu, scanning the various options with a sigh. "So, what would Dr. Smart Ass recommend?" I questioned, still staring down.

"The waffles are good," he replied, narrowing his eyes. With his free hand he positioned the menu upwards and gave it a quick look, taking a moment to pick out his favourites, before relaying them back to me.

When the waitress returned I stuck with his original suggestion and ordered some waffles. Like me, Reid ordered breakfast, but opted for eggs with a side of hash browns and bacon and after we ordered, the waitress wandered of again.

"Okay, so tell me more about your mom so I don't look stupid." I pulled my hand away from his and positioned myself at the edge of my seat, placing my face in my hands.

"You're not going to look stupid," he responded calmly, giving his head a quick shake before he reached for his water and took a sip.

"So tell me about her, because I want to know," I shot back, offering him an eye roll.

Despite seeming reluctant to speak, he eventually gave in, knowing I'd only keep pestering him. With a sigh, he flashed me an annoyed smile and leaned forward, folding his elbows across the table. "She used to be a professor," he began, "she loves literature and her favourite author is Margery Kempe."

"Who?"

"Margery Kempe," Reid repeated, "she was an English Christian mystic, known for writing through dictation."

I raised my brows, watching him adjust himself in his seat. At that point I knew I was in for a history lesson, because whenever Reid found an interesting topic of discussion he always needed to be moving whether it was his hands or his body.

"In the early 1430's, despite her illiteracy, Kempe decided to record her spiritual autobiography, which was said to be the first recorded in English. In it, she chronicled her domestic tribulations, as well as her extensive pilgrimages to various holy sites, and her conversations with God."

"Sounds thrilling," I responded sarcastically, which merely caused him to laugh.

"It actually is," he retorted with a nod.

"Oh, I'm sure." I scrunched my face and leaned back in my seat, letting out a heavy sigh. "What else does your mom like?"

"She likes learning," he replied with a shrug, "and scrapbooking. She has this embarrassing book of all these pictures of me, which I'm sure she'll gladly show you if you ask."

I opened my mouth excitedly, letting out a laugh. The thought of seeing Reid as a kid was a sight I'd gladly pay to see, which was obviously something he knew. "Okay, now I'm definitely excited."

"You weren't excited before?" He asked curiously.

Before I could answer our waitress arrived with our food, wiping our minds completely. As she set them on the table we thanked her and dove in, hurriedly grabbing our forks. The second the first bite hit my lips I let out an audible moan and closed my eyes, which in turn caused Reid to hysterically laugh. "I'm sorry, but this," I pointed to the waffles dramatically and half closed my eyes, "is the best thing that's ever been in my mouth."

He shook his head in response and shoveled down some eggs, ignoring my words, even though they were obviously hilarious.

The rest of the time spent inside the diner we remained mostly silent. Every so often one of us was would re-mention how good the food was, while the other one merely agreed and both of us moved on. Despite that though, the lack of conversation wasn't at all uncomfortable and by the time we paid for the bill and left, we were back to just talking.

On our way out, Reid held the door open, flashing me a grin. "Ready for activity number two?"

"As long as it isn't too physically demanding," I replied with a groan, while clutching my stomach. "I'm so fucking full."

He laughed in response and reached for my hand. When I gave it to him he let out a sigh and led us away from the diner.

The rest of the day was absolutely phenomenal. After our brunch date, we went to the strip and explored all it's offerings. Like I imagined, the place was quite packed; filled the brim with all people from all walks of life. As we explored the area I found myself staring in awe, my mouth dropping open with every new sight, while Reid just smiled at reactions, enjoying my excitement.

When we finished our walk Reid then hailed a cab and took us downtown. Similar to the strip the population was large, however it seemed less chaotic. After paying for our ride he dragged me to more sights, listing off facts like the adorable tour guide he was.

"I know we're already here, but tomorrow we should come back and go to the Mob Museum," he said eagerly, pointing to a pale building.

"Don't you get enough crime and punishment from your own job?" I asked while nudging his arm.

"Yes, but it's still very interesting," he retorted, "not only does it house some of the most authentic artifacts from that era, but the museum itself hosts a number of multi-sensory experiences that I can confirm are very engaging."

I snorted at his response and rolled my eyes. "I can't believe I'm marrying such a dork."

"Yeah, well get used to it." He threw his arm over my shoulder and let out a sigh.

By the time we finished downtown it was already time for dinner, which meant it was mom meeting time. I turned to Reid and flashed him a nervous look as we hopped in another cab. Like usual, he assured me I was fine and that his mom was just harmless and on the way there I began to believed him.

The second we arrived though, the nerves I once felt had returned, causing my legs to feel shaky as I stepped out of the car. I gripped onto Reid's arm as we walked through the doors and into the main area.

"Dr. Reid," a middle aged woman he obviously recognized approached us with ease, flashing us both a smile before turning her attention to him and nodding her head. "It's good to see you again."

"You too," he responded kindly, "is my, uh, mother around?"

Without another word she motioned towards a set of doors, which Reid pulled me into. As we walked I felt my heartbeat quicken unnaturally, while my eyes scanned the room frantically.

"Hey, it's okay." He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a rub, digging his digits into the muscles at an attempt to calm me down.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling him move right behind me. Carefully, he placed his free hand on my other shoulder and began repeating his process; moving his fingers deeply into the tissue of my skin. Almost instantly I felt the tension in my upper back loosen, which was I figured was his end goal. According to him I stored all of my stress in my back, which thankfully was normal.

"She's going to love you, I promise." When he was done he rested his chin on my shoulder and placed a kiss to my cheek, making me smile.

"If she doesn't you owe me another massage," I retorted jokingly, flashing him a smirk.

"Deal."

When he moved to my side and grabbed my hand I felt somewhat less awful. At this point it didn't matter if she liked me or not, because regardless we'd still be together.

After getting my pep-massage and moving down a series of hallways we ended up in some sort of communal room. At the front a pair of woman in scrubs stood by, casually surveying the various patients that filled up the space. As we entered, they noted our presence and smiled our way. In response, Reid offered them a wave before moving to a table which housed a single woman with light coloured hair and a book in her hand.

I tightened my grip on his hand as we stopped in front of her, feeling my heart pound against my chest. When I did it, Reid let out a nervous laugh and glanced my way before turning back to who I was fairly certain was his mom, Diana. Almost immediately she looked up from her book and let out a gasp, throwing her hands to her face, which caused Reid to nearly laugh as he watched her stand up.

Like lightning, she tossed aside her book and enveloped him in hug, humming to herself as she shook him back and forth, savouring his touch. As they hugged I couldn't help, but smile, feeling the warmth between them somehow radiate my way.

"Hi mom," Reid chuckled, giving me a happy look.

I bit my lip and pulled my hand away from his; giving him the opportunity to hug her more. At that point all the anxieties I had about the situation had washed away. Just seeing the two of them together was enough to melt my guarded heart, which I'm sure Reid knew would happen.

When she pulled away, she let out a sigh, keeping her hands on his arms as she gave him a quick once over. "Did you get taller?" She joked, letting out a light laugh.

"I hope not," I responded, earning her attention. When she looked at me I gave her the biggest smile I could muster, hoping to impress. "He's already tall enough."

She snorted in response and dropped her hands, giving me a curious look. "So this is the elusive Isla," she said sneakily, wiggling her brows in Reid's direction. "I was wondering when we'd finally meet. Spencer's been nonstop writing about you for months."

"He has, has he?" I widened my eyes in his direction, watching the base of his cheeks redden. It was always funny to me how, even though we were basically married, the thought of me could somehow still make him blush. "You'll have to show me."

Reid rolled his eyes and placed his hand on Diana's shoulder. "How about we talk about other things before we move straight into embarrassment territory?"

"Fine, but only if I get to see that scrapbook you mentioned." I pointed my finger at him threateningly, while Diana merely laughed, appreciating my joke.

After that we settled at the table and talked for hours. Like Reid, she was a lover of knowledge, which wasn't surprising. The two of them together were quite the pair and as they spoke on a number of topics I found myself lost in their words, admiring their kinship. Together I'm sure they could change the world; Reid's intellect mixed with her years of wisdom would be a threatening combo I'd love to see, especially inside a classroom. On top of that, their banter was legendary, which made me realize where his sass came from. The woman, despite her condition, was quite the firecracker and at one point had me in stitches thanks to a multitude of childhood stories, which I'm sure Reid enjoyed.

When she finally broke out the scrapbook I was basically vibrating. The pictures of him as a kid were almost too cute to handle and as we brushed through them slowly I found myself squealing.

"When Spencer was little I took him to the circus," she flipped the page over and pointed to various pictures of Reid. In them he looked to be about four of five and the second they came into view I had to cover my mouth in delight. "He was four at the time and he was in our backyard, balancing on the back fence with a broom in his hand."

"Why was I doing that?" Reid asked, narrowing his eyes.

"You were tightrope walking," she replied with a laugh, "you were walking across and I remember looking up from the kitchen window right as you fell down." She raised her hand in the air before dropping it down and making a crashing sound. "No matter how many times you tried to calculate your steps you just couldn't get it."

I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes, placing my hand over my heart. The idea of him practicing such a skill was almost too much for me to handle. So much so, that embarrassingly enough, I could feel a set of tears start to form at the corner of my eyes.

Reid must have noticed, because the next thing I knew he was changing the subject to something completely different, signalling Diana to put away the scrapbook.

After that we talked a bit more. Quickly, Diana moved the topic to the twins, which I was surprised she hadn't sooner. I mean, if my child had shown up to visit for the first time with his pregnant fiancé I'd be filled to the brim with questions, so the fact that she was so casual about it made me curious.

Without hesitating she asked us how it happened, which Reid took the reins on answering; feeding her some fake, less horrifying story. Thankfully, she bought it without question and expressed how happy she was, enveloping us both into a pair of hugs. The lightness of her touch made my heart swell with love, making me realize I had nothing to worry about. Diana Reid was just like her son: caring and smart and so painfully empathetic that I knew she'd always be there.

The thought of her being in my life made me smile so wide that even as we were saying our goodbyes a part of me wanted to stay. I pulled her in tightly and let out a sigh, shutting my eyes as I savoured a moment I never knew I needed.

"It was lovely to meet you, Isla, really." She grabbed my upper arms, giving them a squeeze before turning her attention to Reid.

The two of them embraced and spoke amongst each other. As they did, I turned away and glanced around them room at an attempt to give them some privacy. While I looked, I noticed how most of the people from the room had left, which made me realize we'd completely forgotten about dinner. I chuckled at the thought and turned back to face them, watching as they each pulled away.

"We forgot to eat," I pointed out, taking Reid's hand.

He blinked in response and looked at his mom who merely just shrugged her shoulders and reached for her book. "Time flies when you're having fun," she muttered, flashing us both a grin that caused me to laugh.

"I guess so," I responded casually, smiling back.