𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇- spencer reid ✔️

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝚀𝚄𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙾, 𝚅𝙸𝚁𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙰

𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 as quick as lightening. She was running into the bullpen so quickly that she'd nearly knocked over someone else in her path, but quickly carried on. She had a big bag in her hands, and a beaming grin on her face.

"Woah," Derek held his hand out, stopping her in place. "Slow down there, mama. You'll kill someone."

"Today is an amazing day," she gushed. "So, I walk into my office this morning, to find a present- and you all know how I love presents."

"We do," Emily agreed, nodding her head. She glanced around at the group, trying to see if anyone else was lost. "So what was this present you got?" She brought her coffee cup up to her lips and took a slow sip, glancing at the frantic blonde over the rim.

"I am so glad you asked," Penelope carefully displayed the large bags to them, and Spencer could vaguely make out the letters CC printed neatly in cursive on the front. She carefully took the garment bag off, and showed them what must have been hangers of clothes. Spencer took note of the fact that there were three dresses, two skirts, one sweater, and two blouses.

"You got... clothes?" Derek questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"No," Penelope replied, narrowing her eyes. "I'm offended you'd say that. Look at them, Derek!" She wiggled the hangers in his face, and his eyes widened, before he looked away, practically screaming for help.

"Okay, so you got some nice clothes?"

"I got some very nice clothes," she corrected. "From Celia Clairmont!"

"She sent you clothes?" JJ asked, running her hands over one of the silky shirts. "That was nice of her." Her gaze flickered to Spencer for a moment, who was ashamed to admit that he'd been paying closer attention now that her name was mentioned.

"It was more than just nice," Penelope argued. "She's an angel. She even wrote me a little note. I think I want to marry her, you guys, seriously." She handed the small card to everyone to read, and it only took Spencer a matter of seconds to skim the small note Celia had written. He couldn't help but take note of every single swoop and slope of her handwriting. The way she dotted her i's and crossed her t's.

A little birdie told me you liked my clothes, so I felt it was only fitting I sent you (the backbone of the FBI, I've been told!) a little gift to show my gratitude for all your help. These are some things I've been working on these last few months, some things you won't find anywhere else. Hope you like them.
C. C

P.S,

I've enclosed my assistant's contact information inside this envelope, for any alterations you may need- on me. Give her a call and she can set up an appointment for you, free of charge.

"I want to be buried in this," Penelope declared, showing off her new gowns. She held up a burgundy one against her body. "No, wait. I want to be buried in this one," she decided, holding up a different coloured one and beaming. "I didn't think it was possible for me to love her even more."

Emily chuckled, "Pen, you talk about her like she's some kind of celebrity."

"She kind of is," JJ pointed out.

"She definitely is," Penelope agreed. "On top of the fact that her family is like one of the richest families in America-"