A/N: What we've all been waiting for: the epilogue. Yay or nay? Meh, idk. Here it is! This is kinda different from the other chapters. You've been warned. I want to thank everyone who stuck with me (and is still sticking with me) and I apologize for forcing you to read my overly-long and mostly-boring author's notes. Thank you thank you THANK YOU! You are the BESTEST! I love you! Now, onward!

Disclaimer: Is it your job to remind people that they don't own something? (Back to the President Obama thing: I'm not kidding! I want to meet him!)

Warnings: Language and OOC (and that little thing up there^^ that can't really be counted as an official warning) Oh, and a very healthy amount of fluff!

One Year Later

Van Pelt noticed the envelope taped to her computer when she was organizing her desk, preparing for the long day ahead. Curious, she detached it and opened it. After reading the first line of the letter inside, she gasped.

"Rigsby! Cho!" she called. "Come here!"

"I don't want to," Rigsby complained lazily. Cho smacked him upside the head. "Was that necessary?"

"Come on." Cho got up and pulled a chair over to Van Pelt's desk. Muttering under his breath, Rigsby did the same.

"It's from them," Van Pelt whispered. That made even Rigsby quiet.

"Where are they?" Cho asked.

"I don't know," she answered. "The envelope isn't postmarked and there's no return address." They all looked at each other, then silently began to read the letter.

First, I want you to know that we miss you. I can't tell you where we are; only that it is beautiful every day and we are safe and healthy.

Second, I wanted to tell you that when I say, "we," I mean all four of us. We are expecting twins. So far, they are both healthy. Patrick is more excited than I am, because he has done this before. I'm just worried.

I'm sorry this is so short, and very overdue. There will be more letters, I promise, but I don't know when you'll get them. If we are in the area sometime, we will try to visit.

P.S.: Look in your email, Van Pelt.

"Aw," Van Pelt gushed, "she's pregnant!"

"I wonder where they are," Rigsby murmured.

"Van Pelt, check your email," Cho said.

"Okay. Hang on." Van Pelt clicked the icon, and sure enough, there was a new message from an unknown address. She selected it, and a picture popped up on the screen. They were standing on the beach at sunset. He had his arms around her waist; she was resting her cheek against his chest with her eyes closed. It was hardly noticeable that her abdomen was somewhat swollen.

"Beautiful," Van Pelt sighed.

Cho smiled, but didn't say anything. He knew when and how to appreciate something like this.

"Who took the picture?" Rigsby asked, earning him a smack from Van Pelt and a death glare from Cho. "What?" he asked moodily, rubbing his arm where she had hit him. "I was just asking." He got up, moved his chair, and sat down out of harm's way. It wasn't that he didn't understand the emotion that Van Pelt and Cho felt when they saw the picture; he just wasn't that kind of man. He only wanted to see them again.

Six Years Later

"Boys!" she called from the doorway. "Time to clean up!"

"Aw, Mom!"

"Matthew," she said, "come on. Get your brother."

Matthew groaned. "Brandon! Come on!"

"Okay." Brandon walked out of the waves, his fists full of seashells. Once he hit the sand, he sprinted past Matthew and stopped in front of his mother. "Mommy!" He held up his hands. "Look what I found!"

"They're gorgeous!" she exclaimed. "Where did you find those?"

"In the ocean, silly."

"Really?" She pretended to be confused. "But I thought you found them in a tree. Isn't that what you told me last time?"

Brandon giggled. "No, Mommy!"

"Okay, then. But keep checking those trees." She kissed his forehead. "Now go wash up."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you, sweetheart." She tousled his hair as he walked by. Matthew tried to slip by her, but failed. "Matt, please behave. We taught you better."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry." He looked up at her, his sparkling blue eyes reminding her of his father. "But I was chasing a crab!"

"You were? What kind?"

"I think it was a lobster," Matt said matter-of-factly.

She laughed. "Honey, lobsters and crabs aren't the same."

"They aren't?"

"No."

"I knew that."

"Okay. If you can find it again tomorrow, show me. Then we can find out what it is."

"All right!" he said excitedly.

"Go get cleaned up, please."

"Yes, ma'am." He raced past her.

"Don't make a mess in the bathroom!" she yelled to no avail. She could hear the boys playing in the water, probably splashing it all over her nice clean bathroom. Oh, well. It was only water.

She closed the door and walked out to the shoreline, gazing at the setting sun. Rio was so beautiful; she hoped her mother was proud.

His arms wrapped around her waist from behind, holding her against his body. "You'd better go wash up, too," he murmured.

"I was inside all day, cleaning," she answered. "I don't need to wash up right now."

He turned her so she was facing him. "You will after I'm done with you," he said huskily.

"About that…"

"What now?" he whined, grinning at her.

"I think we do that too often."

"Why would you think that?"

She looked into his eyes. "Because I'm pregnant again."

He didn't even blink. "Then we'll just have to be more careful, won't we?" He kissed her very un-carefully. They heard muffled laughter from the house. Then: "Ew! Stop it, Matt, stop! Mommmyyyy!" Brandon wailed. "Dadddyyyy! Matt's trying to kiss me!"

"Kiss him back," she yelled. She took his hand and began walking down the beach with him. He knew where she was going. There was a certain sand dune that they went to frequently. They would sit in front of it, watching the waves. It was where Matthew and Brandon – and most likely this new child – had been conceived.

"I thought you said we did this too much?" he asked.

She grinned wickedly. "When did I say that?"

"You didn't." His smile matched hers. Rio was beautiful, but it was second best compared to his wife. "You do realize that when we get home, the boys are going to wonder where we were and why we're covered in sand."

"We were…" Her eyes glittered mischievously. "…wrestling."

"God, I love you," he said breathlessly, kissing her. This, he thought, is just another day in paradise.

A/N: Sayonara, TBOTE! Hope you liked it! (Nothing after the asterisks was supposed to happen. It just did.) Please review, I would like it ever so much ;D Off to work on Jalousie some more… oi. Also, I just wanted to say something about this chapter: I have no idea where I got the name Matthew, but Brandon is named after my crush. *blushes* Why did I even type that?

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.