Is to Was (Reid/Rossi pure angst)
It was the best speech he'd ever written. It had to be, since he wrote it for the best man he'd ever known. In it Rossi had poured all the love from his heart into the words. Fit in the joke of their first meeting and the punchline of what came after. Puzzled together every story that needed told. Slipped in every monumental small moment. In that speech, Rossi made sure to convey how brave the man he loved was. How graceful despite how gangly and uncoordinated he seemed. In his own opinion, Rossi had written the best damn speech in the history of all speeches for his wedding.
Glass of scotch in hand, Rossi glanced down at one of the leftover invitations on the table. Join us for the union of Dr. Reid and Mr. Rossi, the elegant scrawl proclaimed, followed by a date not two weeks from then. An event that wouldn't happen two weeks from then. An event that would never happen. A drunk driver had taken the option of marriage when they had taken Reid's life.
Tears in his eyes, Rossi downed the rest of his scotch and took up a pen. Painfully, he changed "is" to "was".
Spencer Reid is was the best man I've ever know.