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AN - This is AU, but only on one point. Emily never left. That doesn't make much of a difference to the story, but she is here, and canon-wise at least, she shouldn't be. So yeah. Blake doesn't exist in my universe.

Written for Samantha, for the Gift Giving Extravaganza. This is ridiculously late, and I apologise profusely, my lovely. This is also my first attempt at this pairing, so you know, apologies if it sucks :P

Word Count (without An) - 975

Happy New Year

"I don't think I've ever been as happy to get off that jet as I am today," Derek said as he put his files away. Emily sat on her desk watching him with an amused look on her face.

"Hot date?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Em, it's New Years Eve. Do you really need to ask that question?" he replied cockily, and she snorted.

"Actually yes, I do, cause I happen to know that you plan to be out with Penelope tonight."

"Ahh, alright, you got me. You'll be there too, though, right?"

Emily shrugged. "I'm kinda looking forward to a quiet night in, maybe a bottle of wine, crap movie on the tv," she said as she slipped her arms through her coat sleeves.

"Its. New. Years. Eve!" Derek reiterated, rolling his eyes at her.

"And. I'm. Bloody. Tired," she replied.

"Be tired tomorrow, when it's New Years Day and practically the law that you have to laze about all day and do nothing anyway," he told her as he too put his jacket on.

She laughed, turning away from him to look at Spencer. "What about you, Reid? Any plans?"

Spencer nodded his head jerkily, his arms already lifting his bag over his neck to settle shoulder to hip across his body.

"You're not getting out of it that easily, pretty boy. Spill," Morgan demanded, frowning. He'd figured the whole team would go out together, and everywhere he looked, the members were dropping like flies.

"I have a date," Spencer mumbled quietly, before he took advantage of the frozen look of shock on Dereks face to leave the bullpen, allowing himself a moment to offer Emily a small smile and an awkward wave.

"That's not right," Derek said as Reid got into the elevator.

"What's up with him," Dave asked as he walked down the slope to Emily's desk, throwing his arm around her shoulders.

"Spencer has a date for New Year and he doesn't," Emily told him, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Rossi, you're coming out tonight, aren't you?" Derek asked, turning quickly to look at him. There was an almost pleading look in his eyes.

Dave nodded with a chuckle. "You think I'd go against Garcia when she told me I will be there? Not on your life mate."

"Is Hotch and Beth coming?"

"I don't know," Dave replied with a shrug. "Ask him, he's still in the office."

As Morgan bounded away, Rossi looked at Emily. "Please tell me that you're going tonight?"

"Not you too," she complained as they walked towards the elevator.

"I'll be the awkward man out if you don't come with us, Em," he whined and she dug her elbow in his hip lightly.

"You'll owe me," she told him, pressing the button to take them to the parking lot.

"Anything you want," he assured her with a smile.

xxxx

Reid watched the clock, counting as the seconds ticked away. The clock struck ten past eleven, and he stood up from the chair he was sitting in, disturbing the book on the arm as he did so.

Moving to the open picnic basket on the table, he put the book inside it, carefully stroking his hand down the dust cover. Shifting to the fridge, he took out the chilled bottle of champagne, and grabbing a single glass from the cupboard, he packed those inside too. The flowers that he'd been keeping in water came next, as he wrapped them carefully in cellophane.

Shrugging his coat on, he picked up the basket and left his apartment.

He didn't bother to walk fast. It wasn't like she would be mad at him for being late, and besides, there was still plenty of time until the bells chimed to welcome the New Year.

A few months ago, he'd had very different expectations for this night. He'd expected laughter, friends, her. He'd expected warm lips to be meeting his own at Midnight. Instead, the only thing he could feel on his lips was the cool chill from the late night winds.

He arrived at his destination with ten minutes to spare. Placing his basket on the ground, he proceeded to pull the contents out. The flowers, he set in front of her, unwrapping the cellophane and stowing it back in the basket. He took the champagne and glass out next, then the book, settling them all carefully on the ground as he pulled out the soft blanket from the bottom.

With a flourish, the blanket opened up and settled gently to the slightly wet grass. He settled himself on it, pulling his coat up around his ears. It was a little colder than he'd expected it to be.

Picking the book up, he set it beside himself, and reached over to collect the bottle and glass. Pouring the champagne, he checked his watch quickly once more.

Just in time.

"I know you'd probably tell me off for being here," he told her, holding the glass carefully in his hand as he kept one eye on his watch. "But there's no one I would rather spend the New Year with than you. I brought our book, I thought I could perhaps read it to you. I miss you. My team are still worried about me, I know they are, but I don't want to move on.

I'm happy, or as happy as I can be, here with you."

The countdown began, though Spencer was alone in the graveyard, so there was no one to count down with him. As his watch struck midnight, Spencer smiled at the headstone and raised his glass slightly.

"Happy New Year, Maeve."