Chapter One

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Two days earlier.

It is easier for a father to have children, than for children to have a real father. Pope John XXIII

“Actually, I’m pretty sure that the Elder Wand would be the most beneficial Hallow to have,” Amelia chirped, perching herself on the edge of SSA Dr. Spencer Reid’s desk. The young genius furrowed his brow in confusion, blinking at her response.

“So instead of taking the cloak that can hide you away from your enemies, you’d take a weapon that eventually would get you killed? How does that make sense?” Reid studied his colleague with intrigue. Amelia had joined the BAU with him straight out of Quantico and the two had been inseparable (well, almost inseperable) ever since. Spencer didn’t quite understand how Amelia tolerated him half the time. He knew he wasn’t exactly the easiest person to keep up with, but she seemed to have no arguments when it came to keeping up with his pace. She was the one person he knew was always there, despite what they had been through.

“I could just use the Elder Wand to eliminate anyone who could be a threat,” Amelia laughed, reaching out and pinching Reid’s cheek. “Look at you, so cute and innocent and unwilling to use a powerful weapon.”

Reid brushed her hand away with a small smile. “I can use a deadly weapon. I just don’t like too.”

“Yeah, kinda like how you used to not even be able to fire a gun.” Amelia hopped off the desk and straddled Reid’s lap playfully. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. It wasn’t that this was an uncommon action from his friend, it was just the fact that she hadn’t done that since she found out about Maeve.

Amelia’s face tightened as if she could read his thoughts. With one fluid moment, she swung herself off his lap and sauntered over to her own desk. SSA Derek Morgan smirked at her as she sat down, her mouth set in a firm line.

“Pretty Boy not in the mood today?” He laughed, reaching over and nudging her shoulder with his hand. Amelia stuck her tongue out at him, smiling softly.

“I guess it’s still just a little awkward. Maeve’s been dead for five months now, but I know he still thinks about her everyday. I don’t blame him. It’s just frustrating.”

Derek nodded, his expression sympathetic. Amelia and Reid had been in a romantic relationship for three years before, for unknown reasons, Amelia ended it. Reid was crushed, and the two of them didn’t talk for months. During that time period was when Reid began his communication with Maeve. When Amelia found out about the new girl in her exes life, she grew even angrier with Spencer. Derek and Rossi had eventually interceded, forcing the two of them to sit down and talk about the situation. It was beginning to interfere with their work, and the team was beginning to grow tired of the hostility.

And then, just as they were getting back on good terms, Maeve was abducted. Spencer found Amelia and asked her to help, putting their rekindled friendship to the test.

And then Diane killed Maeve and Reid fell apart in front of Amelia all over again. She caught him as he fell to his knees, sobbing in despair before the body of his dead girlfriend. For weeks she held him as he grieved, until he finally had the strength to come back to work. Their relationship grew stronger in the wake of her death. For Amelia, however, feelings resurfaced that she had tried to choke down.

The fact was, Amelia had never stopped loving Spencer. Not for a single moment.

“It’ll all work out in the end,” Derek muttered. Amelia shook her head.

“I highly doubt that. What I did last time…” Amelia trailed off as SSA Aaron Hotchner strode into the room.

“Conference room, now.” He walked past his team and into his office, snatching a file off his desk.

“This can’t be good.” Rossi came up behind Amelia, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it in greeting.

“Are any of our cases ever good?” Alex Blake asked, walking past them.

“I wouldn’t consider them good, but they are interesting sometimes.” Reid blinked, observing the looks of amusement on his friends faces.

“Come on, Boy Genius,” Amelia grabbed his hand. “Let’s go see what, erm, interesting case awaits us today.”

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