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Preggers!Spencer Round Robin

Hey!  So if I did this right, which I'm sure I am, you and I are the only ones able to see this post!  *Mauwahaaaa!*  Some rules apply.  No more than three posts a turn, if you can't get it out by three comment space's worth, then cut something down.  Any POV goes, so if it pleases you or me, we can play the doves or one of the supporting characters.  If you have a comment on the story, we can talk it out during a message on LJ.  And no pressure on when to respond, just do it when you can.  *g*  Hehe!  So...let the madness begin!


Spencer groaned after he finished throwing his guts up for the fourth morning in a round.  He grimaced and managed to raise himself to his knees.  He rested his knees on his small sink and turned on the water, cupping one of his hands to swoop water into his mouth.  Standing slowly, he flushed the toilet and left his bathroom.  He plopped down on his bed and studied the clock.  8 a.m.  Derek was supposed to be back from Chicago today.  He had to go there when one of his sisters, Desiree, got into a car accident.  They had tried to dissuade him from coming, Desiree saying that her leg was just broken, that she was fine, but Derek, ever the caring brother, refused to hear any arguments.  Said care even extended to Spencer, Derek noticing his nauseousness of late.  Before he rushed out the door, he kissed Spencer and said, "We're taking you to the doctor when I get back.  Can't have my pretty boy sick on my watch."

Spencer worried his bottom lip as his brain worked against him.  There was a perfectly logical yet illogical reason
to why he was feeling the way he had lately, but he didn't want to even enknowledge that ideaHe and Derek had only been together for six months.  Spencer closed his eyes as they blurred with tears.  What if this scares Derek away? his mind unhelpfully supplied. 

"No," Spencer spoke aloud softly.  "He was there for me when I went through detox with
Dilaudid when we first got together.  If he was there for that, then surely-"

His ringing phone jerked him from his slowly-growing panic.  Without looking at the ID, he answered shortly, "Spencer Reid."

"Hey Spencer!" Penelope
responded brightly.  "What's with the stiff greeting?"

Spencer wiped at his eyes quickly, as though she were standing right in front of him, and said, "It's nothing, Gar-Penelope.  Sorry.  So what's going on?"

He could practically hear the gears turning in her head.  Worry colored her voice as she asked, "You sound strange.  Is it because of this little stomach bug you've had lately?  Derek's been really worried about you."

Tears flooded his eyes again, and he fell back on the bed, his free hand unconsciously moving to stroke his stomach.  He swallowed hard against the large lump growing in his throat and replied in a choked voice, "I d-don't think it's a stomach bug, Penelope."

Her end was silent for a second before she gasped and said quickly, "I'll be right over!"


"Did you know that there are about 25,000 cases of male pregnancy each year in the US alone?"

Spencer looked at his friend, who studied him with the same worried expression she had had since she arrived.  They sat in his small living room, and he had been avoiding looking down at his small coffee, where they had placed the five different pregnancy tests.  He looked at his black TV screen and recited, "Of those cases, around 70% are successful.  Failures are mostly the results of miscarriages or abor-"

"Reid!"  Penelope exclaimed, causing him to jump.  She took one of his hands, tugging it softly, and he looked at her.  Her eyes were glittering and she asked softly, "Are you even a little bit happy about this?  This isn't something you can explain away or profile.  You can't hide behind your wall of numbers and creepy little facts."

He felt his chin tremble as he cried, "How can I, when there are so many odds against me?  My body type isn't ideal for carrying a baby, not to mention the sheer amount of stress my job puts me through on a day to day basis."  

Penelope pulled him into her arms and he let her, crying into the soft juncture between her neck and shoulder.  She rubbed his back in a soothing pattern and pace, murmuring, "Oh, my baby genius, you have to have faith.  You have to believe this will work itself out.  You can talk to Hotch and make arrangements, staying behind in the local offices when you travel.  And when you get into your third trimester, you can hang back with me.  Don't forget, you have an entire team and one protective baby daddy that will move heaven and earth for you and your little one."

Spencer couldn't help but smile as she spoke.  He sniffed and chuckled, "How is it you seem to have all the answers to life?"

He felt her press a kiss onto the top of his head.  "You forget, my dove, I am the goddess of all things worth knowing.  It's my duty to know these things."

The egg timer dinged and pulled them from their tender moment.  Spencer pulled away from Penelope's warm hug and picked up one of the tests, seeing her follow suit from the corner of his eye.  Studying the tiny stripe, he made out the definitive answer: a tiny pink plus sign.  He looked over to Penelope and asked, "Positive?"

She nodded and they looked down at the remaining tests, all saying the same thing.  Spencer placed his hands, one still holding a test, on his stomach and murmured, "Hello in there."

Your turn!  Remember: no pressure on when to respond.  Hope I gave you some food for thought!


( 74 Hearts Given — Give Me Your Heart? )
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Apr. 21st, 2010 03:22 pm (UTC)
Derek Morgan couldn't help but enjoy his little vacation, even if it was for a not so great reason. Desiree's car accident was certainly nothing to be pleased about, but being able to sleep in certainly was a plus, however, waking up alone was a significant minus. He rolled over in the too small bed that had been his since childhood. He looked around, frowning up at the football posters, the Northwestern banner tacked up. He thought about the bikini models taped up to the inside of his closet door and laughed. Oh, how things had changed, though, he certainly wasn't complaining too much.
He rolled out of bed and checked his cell, finding no new messages, a small frown gracing his lips. Probably a busy morning for Spencer, he thought before pulling on a sweatshirt and heading downstairs, beckoned by the smell of breakfast.
This was certainly nothing to frown at either.
"Morning, sweetie." He heard as the last stair creaked when he hit it, smiling to himself at his Mother's alertness.
"Mornin, mama." He said, entering the kitchen, seeing Des sitting at the small kitchen table with her leg in its pink cast propped up on the extra chair. "Morning, gimpy." He teased as she wadded up a napkin and tossed it at him. He caught it easily and deposited it in the trash, giving his Mother a kiss. "What's for breakfast mama?"
"Banana nut pancakes." She told him, kissing his cheek. "Sit, sit. Coffee's ready."
He poured himself a mug of steaming lifeblood and sat down at the table as commanded. "How are you feeling?" He asked his sister sincerely as she shrugged.
"I'm good. Still a bit sore." She smiled and picked at her pancakes. "Thanks for coming, Derek."
"Des, you know I'm here if you need me. I would not leave my baby sister to hobble around." He beamed a smile at her as she finished her breakfast.
"Well, I have a date with trashy daytime TV." She sighed and smiled, getting up slowly, balancing herself on her crutches, heading to the living room.
His mother handed him a stack of pancakes and sat down beside him, nursing her cup of tea, her motherly gaze on him. "Thank you for coming, baby, it was going to be rough between Sarah and I getting Des' stuff down from her room upstairs."
"It's no problem, Mama." He told her, digging into his breakfast.
"So...how have you been, baby?" She asked as he tensed slightly.
"Fine." He said quickly, knowing he sounded suspicious as he focused himself on using his fork to cut the pancakes into tiny bites.
"Derek..." She said, using the Mom voice that was probing for more.
He tensed enough to not squirm and shrugged. He waged a mental war, weighing pros and cons of coming clean. While his feelings for Spencer were as clear as day, what to tell his mother was a whole other issue.
"Derek, are you in trouble? You worry me being so far away. I don't know what's going on when you don't tell me." She said, reaching over and touching his hand comfortingly.
"Mama..." He said, sighing gently, looking up to see her concerned expression and all he could think about was what she said before the mess with Buford came undone, you owe me some grandbabies! "It's nothin, Mama, really." He forced a smile and went back to his breakfast.
Apr. 22nd, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
(Adding a bit to unwind before bed)

Mrs. Morgan sighed and dropped the subject, knowing that she was going to get nowhere as long as Derek stayed so closed up.

"Well, how is Clooney doing at least? Is he still chewing up your shoes when you leave him for the weekend?"
Derek laughed quietly after a moment, finishing the last of his pancakes. "You make it sound like I abandon him when I'm out of town. That dog is spoiled rotten! The neighbor kid walks him before school, after school and before bed, and plays with him.
Poor dogs with owners in business, retail and all that get less attention." He smirked as his mother nodded, finishing her tea.
"I'll take that as a yes?"
"Oh, yeah." He'd neglected to mention the poor puppy's reluctant adjustment to having Spencer around so much, but did slip out with: "Reid was so pissed one night when Clooney chewed up a pair of his favorite Chucks..." He laughed softly, not thinking as Mrs. Morgan's brows raised neatly and all she said was:
"Oh?" The kind of "oh" that was a veritably loaded question, practically exploding with curiosity.
"Y-yeah." He smiled and brushed it off, hiding behind his mug.
"Does Dr. Reid spend the night often?" She asked, sounding like it were a valid, conversational question.
"Mama, it's not like that--god," he sighed and got up. "No, he's not over that often, we were just working on some consults and it got late, so I made up the guest room."
"Well, I was going to say Clooney was just excited about having someone else's shoes to nibble on."
"Yeah..." He took the dishes from the table to the sink and smiled at his mother. "Hey, go keep Des company, I got the dishes."
"If you insist." She smiled and took her leave, giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

Once he was alone, Derek's mind snapped back to Spencer again, immediately, wondering how he was feeling. He dried his hands on a dish towel and checked his phone, making sure there were no messages still. To his dismay, his inbox remained empty.
Apr. 22nd, 2010 07:35 am (UTC)
Spencer was laying down in his bed, one hand tracing his flat stomach while the other held his cellphone. He had started and stopped 17 text messages to Derek and almost called him eight times. But every message and phone call were stopped dead in their tracks by Spencer's panic that hadn't gone away. What would he say to Derek? How's your sister, Derek? Oh, by the way, I'm pregnant. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of his eyes and he squeezed them slightly, wishing Penelope would hurry back. She had went out to get ingredients for her "Sadness Cure-All" meal, promising to be back in a flash.

Spencer studied the tiny screen of his cellphone, Derek's contact information still there. He kept half-wishing Derek would call him, just so Spencer could hear his voice. But Spencer knew Desiree was more important. Besides it was so rare that Derek got to spend time with his family, Spencer didn't want to call him with potentially bad news and ruin that special time. Spencer rub his stomach again and murmured, "What am I going to do, baby? I'm so scared."

Suddenly he felt his phone start to vibrate in his hand and his whole body jolted in shock. He looked down, half hoping it was Derek and half dreading it was Derek, until he saw Penelope's picture flashing on the screen. Spencer pressed the Send button and asked, "Yes, Penelope?"

"I forgot to ask before I left," she replied, the sounds of the store registering in the background. "What kind of cheese do you like?"

Spencer sighed tiredly and responded weakly, "It doesn't matter, Penelope. Just as long as it's not Swiss or off-brand cheese, I'll be fine."

"Okay, sweetie. No Swiss or off-brand. I'm almost done shopping, so I'll be back there soon."

Spencer mumbled a half-hearted reply before snapping his phone closed. He rubbed his stomach again and remarked, "With your Aunt Penny around, rest assured that we will be well-fed."

As he said that, the thought popped into his head at how strange it was that he was already having conversations with a tiny being inside him. He tried to picture how Derek would look and sound talking to their baby, but he was still unsure as to how Derek would react. Derek hadn't even told his family that they were together. Suddenly Spencer feared that Derek would resent him for outing him forceably to his family. Spencer felt a stress migraine coming on and decided to be proactive about it. He slowly climbed out of the bed and made his way to his bathroom. Grabbing two washcloths, he soaked them in cold water before ringing them out slightly. As he made his way back to his bed, he folded them into rectangles and laid back down. He placed one over his eyes and the other on the back of his neck. He did a breathing exercise he learned in his psychology class, trying to keep the migraine at bay.


When he woke up, his eyes felt gritty and his stomach rumbled with hunger. He ambled his way to the living room to find Penelope flipping through a magazine. He cleared his throat and she looked up from the glossy pages.

"Hey sleepyhead," she greeted softly. "How did your nap go?"

He shrugged, saying, "It made my migraine go away."

He sat down next to her, his hands tugging at the ends of his boxers. "Did...Derek call?"

Penelope nodded. "He called around 9:30 to say he was leaving. Said he should be back in D.C. sometime late tonight."

Spencer looked at her, licking his lips nervously. "And did you mention...you know?"

"No, Spencer. He deserves to hear that from you."

He looked down again, his stomach gurgling just as he did. He couldn't help but smile softly and Penelope giggled, "Sounds like that little one needs some food. Let me go fix you two a plate and then we'll watch some movies until Derek gets home."

As she got up, Spencer reached out and took her hand. He squeezed it softly and said, "Thank you, Penelope. It means a lot that you're here. I didn't want to be alone right now."

Penelope bent down to give him a soft kiss on his forehead and replied, "That's what friends are for, silly."

*grin* Your turn
Apr. 22nd, 2010 04:18 pm (UTC)
Derek Morgan left for the airport around noon for his 2 o'clock flight after making sure Desiree and his mother were settled, stopping in to say goodbye to Sarah at work, and visiting the cemetery to pay his respects to the dead.

He sighed and took solace in the hustle and bustle of O'Hare and settled himself down in a row of seats close to the windows, overlooking the busy air strip. He popped in his headphones and put his iPod on shuffle, not really paying attention to the music. Out of the corners of his eyes he watched the rest of the people, the various families, the lone businessmen. He kept looking at his phone, hoping to hear from Spencer. He'd spoken to Penelope earlier, and apparently Spencer was sleeping, having taken the day off from a day of consults. She'd been brief about his condition, other than assuring him that he was alive, okay and doing fine. Just tired, she'd said, and when he'd pressed her for more information she just told him that he and Spencer would talk tonight. Derek did not like the cryptic nature of the suggestion, feeling on edge and nervous. Briefly, he wondered if he'd done something wrong. Really, for Penelope to be there babysitting Spencer while he was home sick, did not sit well with him. She wouldn't drop everything if nothing was wrong. Worry gnawed at him as he flipped his phone open and shut over and over in a habitual movement. What could he have done? Before, he was certain things were going well, but now, he just wasn't sure. He kept his phone open for a minute and sighed, going through the motions to compose a new text as he heard the intercom announce that they'd be boarding soon. He fumbled with the num-pad and tapped out a short message to Spencer. Hey, txting in case ur still sleeping. Hope ur feeling better. I should be back in town by 9ish after all delays...I'll stop by when I get there? Be good, pretty boy.
He shut his phone off as he got up, getting in line to board behind a young couple, cradling their little girl. She peered at him over her mother's shoulder with big hazel eyes. He smiled at the little girl and gave a little wave with his finger, recieving a coo and a bright smile that hit Derek like a slap. After a moment, he realized what it was, meeting the young couple's eyes with a polite nod and smile. Jealousy.

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Apr. 22nd, 2010 11:09 pm (UTC)
I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant

It was like a bad song that was on repeat inside his head. Spencer had thought he was ready to tell Derek, he thought he really wanted to tell Derek, but now that Derek was there, sitting next to him, he wanted to swallow his tongue. Making a decision he knew he would regret down the road, he faked a small smile and curled against Derek's side, sighing, "I'm just glad you're back home. I missed you."

He felt some of the tension drain from Derek's body as he wrapped his arms around Spencer and replied, "Missed you, too, pretty boy. How's your stomach feeling?"

"It's still a bit queasy," because I'm pregnant, "but I should be better soon." Soon being about nine months or less because I'm pregnant.

Tears flooded his eyes at the guilt he felt for lying to Derek, but he needed more time to think, process what this meant. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he said roughly, "I think I might take a personal week or so. You going to see your family makes me want to see my mother. And with Gideon disappearing, going to see her might be the thing I need to regather my bearings."

He felt Derek press a kiss on the top of his head and murmur, "Maybe I could come with you? We could have some alone time."

Spencer shook his head, trying not to sound too urgent with his refusal of Derek's company. He forced a chuckle, "We've done a good job so far of keeping this a secret. Both of us asking for time off, especially after you just got back from Chicago, would be a little suspicious."

And you being pregnant won't be? his mind supplied unhelpfully.

Derek sighed, disappointment evident in his voice, and said, "Guess you're right. I just figured...you know, it would be nice."

Spencer gave Derek a peck on the cheek and asked, "I'm tired. Let's go to bed, yeah?"


Penelope sipped her coffee as she watched the security feed of the entrance to the BAU. She couldn't wait to talk to her doves and give Spencer a big "I told you so". She had complete faith that Derek would be over the moon about having a baby. Sure, it would present some problems at the work place, but it wasn't anything the two of them couldn't handle. She tried her best to suppress a squeal when she saw the two of them on her screen. She jumped up and made her way to the bullpen. She had her mouth open to call out to them when she snapped it shut. Something was very wrong here. Spencer seemed fidgety and scurried toward Hotch's office as soon as he dropped his messenger bag at his desk. And Derek didn't have that expression he had when he and Spencer first got together, that "I'm really happy but I'm trying not to show it" expression. Instead his face was pinched with emotions one didn't associate with finding out they were going to have a kid.

What the hell is going on here?

Apr. 22nd, 2010 11:12 pm (UTC)
Hotch looked up from his paperwork when he heard a soft knock at his door. He called, "Come in" and saw Reid enter and close the door behind him. Hotch cleared his throat and asked, "What can I do for you, Reid?"

Reid sat down in the small chair in front of his desk and replied meekly, "I was wondering if I could take two weeks off? With Gideon leaving the way he did and other things happening in my personal life, I'm feeling a little bogged down. I wanted to go visit my mother and try to relax."

Hotch felt for the young man, the troubles he spoke of evident in his tightly-drawn face. He nodded, saying, "Sure, just divide whatever work is on your desk amongst the team and I'll take care of your time-off request. Enjoy the time with your mother."

Reid gave him a weak smile. "Thanks, Hotch."


Derek frowned as he watched Spencer divide the stack of files on his desk into two neat stacks. He didn't feel any better than he did last night at Spencer's apartment. Spencer had a secret and for some reason, he wasn't telling him, which in his mind, meant the secret concerned him. Derek looked down at the file he was working on as he saw Spencer look up from his task. He heard Prentiss ask, "Going somewhere, Reid?"

"Yeah," was Spencer reply, "I've been meaning to go see my mother for a while now. She's even been asking for as much in her letters. Her doctors said it would be good, so away I go."

"Well, have fun!"

As Spencer dropped by Derek's desk to deposit his intended half of the case files, Derek murmured, "Call me when you get there? You know I can't help but worry."

Spencer only nodded then went to Prentiss's desk with her half. He then went back to his desk and gathered his messenger bag before heading to the exit. Derek watched his skinny frame retreat until he heard Prentiss ask, "You okay, Morgan?"

Derek looked away from Spencer and back to his casework, grunting, "Fine."


Ethan groaned when he heard his cellphone blaring from his bedside table. His hand searched blindly for it before seizing it. He jabbed the Send button and groaned, "This better be good!"


Ethan shot up in his head, a frown already forming on his face. He checked the ID twice before answering, "Spencer? Well, this certainly is a surprise."

He heard Spencer sniff and ask softly, "Can I come and stay with you for a while? I have some heavy news to deal with but I can't tell Derek yet."

"Sure, Spencer," Ethan replied, scrubbing his face with his free hand. "I'll have my tiny guest room ready for you. Are you okay?"

Another sniffle sounded, which sparked serious concern from Ethan for his young friend, and Spencer mumbled, "I don't know."

*grins* Enjoy!
Apr. 23rd, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)
Derek had dropped Spencer off at the airport, unable to shake the feeling that something was going on, and unable to shake the bruised ego that accompanied it.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, flipping up his shades as they stood beside his black SUV, illegally parked in the drop off zone. He reached out and took Spencer's arms, sliding down from his skinny biceps to his wrists before covering his cold delicate fingers. It was a movement that was meant to be comforting and bring him closer, trying to cross the physical and emotional rift between them.
Spencer hid behind the veil of his hair and nodded. "Yeah."
"That was...so convincing." Derek said, a frown on his face. "Spencer...did I do something?" He asked, his concern outweighing his self consciousness as Spencer shook his head. "Look, if it's about your shoes, I'll buy you a new pair." He said, not knowing what else he could have done wrong.
Spencer shook his head again, sniffling softly. "No, no. I just...I need some time. My...mother, she isn't doing so well." He lied, flipping his hands around to give Derek's a squeeze.
Morgan sighed softly and stroked his thumb against the side of Spencer's hand. "I'm sorry...I just...I don't know what to do for you." He smiled weakly and looked down at their hands. "I'm not used to not being able to help, you know it's my thing." He said as Spencer laughed softly, though there was no real humor in it.
"I know, you're a fixer." He leaned into him, letting Derek give him a rather platonic hug, subtly kissing his temple.
"Call me when you get there, okay? Call me if you need anything." He let him go reluctantly, helping Spencer with his bag.
"I will." He said, as Derek found himself touching him again.
"Promise. Hey...I gotta go...I need to get going, I need to get through security and all..." He said, shifting his bag on his shoulder.
"Okay...Okay." Derek said, finally nodding. "I'll talk to you when you land. I'll miss you." He added softly as Spencer gave a small wave and stepped backwards towards the doors.


Spencer made it through security easily enough, but staying on the cleared side was a struggle. He paced back and forth at the rows of seats by the terminal, his stomach fluttering uneasily with a mixture of nerves, shame, anxiety and morning sickness. He kept pacing and continually racing through all of the possibilities.
"Flight 321 to New Orleans will be boarding momentarily..."
And his stomach did an even bigger flip.


New Orleans was just as he remembered it, wonderfully dirty, muggy, loud, busy and full of smells that no longer were appetizing. He'd spoken to Ethan in the cab and was told to meet him at the bar to wait for him to finish work.
He made his way into the dark, smoky bar, his stomach continuing to turn.
He looked around and sat down in the chairs that he'd once shared with Gideon. He felt a sudden pang of regret and loss. He met Ethan's eyes from across the room after he finished his song and received a small smile, and suddenly, Spencer wondered if he was doing the right thing.
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Apr. 23rd, 2010 08:01 am (UTC)
Spencer stood as Ethan made his way off the stage and towards him. He shrugged his duffel bag on his shoulder and picked up his smaller bag from its place at his feet. When Ethan reached where he was sitting, he shook his head and said, "As much as I love being your confidant, why is it only when you have problems, that you come to my neck of the woods?"

Spencer shifted the weight of the duffel bag bag, saying softly, "I'm sorry, Ethan, but you were-"

"It's all right, Spence," Ethan said, cutting him off with a hand wave. He reached over to take Spencer's duffel bag and commented, "You look like hell, by the way. So how about the two of us go back to my place and eat some red beans and rice with cornbread? And then after you've had a good night's sleep, we can talk about what's buggin' you. Sound like a plan?"

Spencer nodded wordlessly, following his friend out of the bar.


"You have no idea."

Emily frowned at the defeated tone in her friend's voice. She rubbed his shoulder and suggest, "So why don't we go back to your place and have those drinks and I'll order us some take-out?"

Derek tried to give a half-hearted "Nah, you don't have to do that" but Emily wouldn't hear it. They gathered their things, waving in the direction of Hotch's office, and headed toward the BAU lobby. Once in the parking garage, they split and headed to their respective vehicles. Emily followed Derek to his place and called a good Chinese place. After finding out that they did deliver to Derek's neighborhood, she ordered some of her favorites for two. She gave them Derek's address and apartment number before hanging up the phone. She followed him as he turned into his apartment complex. She parked in a space designated for visitors and turned off the engine. She climbed out of her car and called to Derek, "I ordered us some Chinese on the way over!"

He nodded, heading towards his apartment door. Each building of the complex held three bunches of four apartments. Derek was on the ground floor. She smiled when she heard barking and scratching at his door. He unlocked it and opened it slowly, saying, "Get back, Clooney, you goofy mutt!"

Emily grinned when she saw the cute black Scottish terrier bouncing around her and Derek's ankles. She squatted down after Derek closed the door and cooed, petting the dog's silky fur, "Oh my goodness, aren't you adorable? Yes, you are, you little cute baby boy!"

Derek snorted, "Don't let his cute act fool you. He can be the spawn of Satan at times. Shit, just last weekend, he ate Spencer's..."

Emily looked up as Derek trailed off and headed to the kitchen. Emily stood up and followed him, saying, "So this..mood you're in, it has to do with Reid, doesn't it?"

She could tell he thought about lying for a second but instead he just nodded. As he pulled open his refrigerator, Emily remarked, "You know, JJ and I know about you and Reid."

Derek's head shot up and she cringed as it barely missed the edge of the freezer door. She could tell by his panic what he was thinking and she quickly said, "Hotch doesn't know, of course. He's too caught up with work and his problems with Haley to notice anything else."

His shoulders visibly shagged with relief. He grabbed two Guinnesses and handed her one. She just held hers while Derek opened his and drained half of it in one pull. Emily frowned but waited, sensing that he really needed to speak. He leaned against the counter and looked down at the bottle in his hands. After a moment, he mumbled, "Something's up with Spencer, but I can't figure out what it is."

Emily opened the beer Derek offered and took a small sip, asking, "What's his behavior been like?"

Derek took another sip from his beer before saying, "Distant. Doesn't really want me touching him. Then this trip to Vegas? Reid hasn't mentioned anything about his mother lately, and now all the sudden, he wants to go to Vegas for two weeks and spend time with her."

"Do you think he actually went to there?" Emily asked, feeling bad about casting doubt on Reid's intentions.
Apr. 23rd, 2010 08:05 am (UTC)
Before he could answer, the doorbell rang and Emily went to answer it. She handled the exchange with the delivery boy quick and closed the door. Derek had moved to the living room, laying two forks and the rest of the six pack of Guinness on the coffee table. They say in silence for a little bit, just munching on different foods. She looked over at Derek just as he lowered his container of noodles and sighed, "I just want to know what I did wrong."


JJ yawned as she headed to her car. Pulling her cellphone from her purse, she tapped out a quick message to a certain cop down South. Hey...might head down 2 ur neck of the woods 4 a visit. Would that b ok?

A moment later, she grinned when she received the message: Sure, cher


Spencer stretched and yawned as he rose from his deep sleep. Studying the small clock, his eyes widened when he saw that it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. He blindly grabbed for his cellphone and checked to see if he had messages. Sure enough, he found two missed calls and voicemails, one from Derek and the other from Prentiss, and three text messages, two from Derek and one from Penelope. He guessed that this meant Derek was still concerned, and his behavior was worrying the girls. He stumbled out of Ethan's guest room, following the smells of frying bacon and toasting bread. As he entered the living room, he cleared his throat and Ethan turned, teasing, "And the dead walks. I've got some coffee in here, and I'm making BLT's. Hope you're hungry."

"Starving," Spencer replied and just then his phone started ringing. He looked down at the caller ID and saw that it was Derek. Hissing "Stay quiet!" to Ethan, he quickly answered with, "Hey, babe. What's going on?"

"Why didn't you answer your phone earlier?" Derek asked, ignoring his greeting. "I've been calling and texting you all morning."

"Derek, calm down!" Spencer snapped then winced. Taking a softer tone, he replied, "I just got up, jet lag caught up with me, and I crashed as soon as I got inside my hotel room."

"Oh, sorry, Spence," Derek said, sounding guilty. "Shit, babe, it slipped my mind about the time zone difference. So when are you going to see your mother?"

Spencer looked away from Ethan, feeling hot with guilt as he lied, "Just as soon as I get ready and get some food in my stomach. I'll tell her you said hi. Now I got to go, Derek. Need to shower."

Disappointment was evident in Derek's voice as he replied dully, "Yeah, okay. I love you, pretty boy."

"Love you, too."

He pressed the End button and turned back to see Ethan studying him with his "I smell bullshit" expression. Spencer shuffled his feet and Ethan motioned for Spencer to come closer with a butcher knife, saying, "Apparently we have much to discuss. Chief topic being why your boyfriend seems to think you're in Las Vegas."

Okay, you don't have to do the Ethan/Spencer convo if you don't want to. I just didn't want to do it all in one go. And sorry the Emily/Derek convo was light on comfort, Derek was just hell-bent on brooding! I'd love to see your Emily! Have fun!

Apr. 23rd, 2010 03:30 pm (UTC)
((btw: no offense but clooney is a big dog like a shepherd or a retriever or a rottie. lol.))
Emily frowned at Derek from across the table before reaching out to touch his hand comfortingly.
"You okay?" She asked as he shrugged, placing his phone atop the table.
"Something just isn't right." He sighed and withdrew his hand.
"Can you think of anything that might have happened?" She asked as Derek frowned. "I can't." He said as Emily gave him the look. "Well..."
"I mean...I didn't invite him to come to Chicago when Des' got in her accident...and I...I didn't tell my mom about us." He admitted as she nodded.
"Maybe it's payback? Like, you went off to see your family for a few days, and now he's going to see his?" She suggested as he shrugged. "Look, Derek...coming out to your family is never easy."
"Yeah, like you know." He snapped as she laughed quietly.
"Actually, I do." His brows pinched as she nodded."It doesn't get easier, but, on the bright side, your mother is a lot more caring than mine is."
"You?" He asked as she smirked.
"Yeah. Mom asks me if I'm still a lesbian every time i see her." She laughed softly and sipped at her diet coke, finally getting a smile from Derek.
"I just feel like he's keeping something from me. I hate acting like I don't trust him, but, something just isn't right."
"Look, take it one step at a time. You two have known each other for years, you two are great together, but he might just need some space. Look, it's Friday, we have the weekend off, let's just go out, relax, take your mind off it and approach it on Monday."


JJ had left a little early that afternoon and flew to New Orleans for a romantic weekend with Will. He was waiting for her in the airport with a small bouquet of mixed wildflowers.
"Well, hello, cher." He said, with that charming drawl and lazy smile.
"Hello yourself, Detective." She said, smiling sweetly, blushing a little as he gave her the flowers, accepting a kiss as well.
"Don't you Detective me," He laughed, brushing her hair away from her cheek, kissing her again. "How on Earth did you manage a whole weekend off?" He asked as she nuzzled his cheek.
"Well, Spencer is visiting his mother, Morgan had just gotten back from Chicago...we all could use a break, really." She said as he took her hand and lead her towards the exit of the airport.
"I certainly won't argue with that." He admitted, keeping her close.


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Apr. 24th, 2010 05:30 am (UTC)
Spencer leaned back in the small chair, hands resting on his stomach, and sighed, "It doesn't feel so miraculous."

He looked up at Ethan, who had taken a bite of his BLT and was studying him with an irritated stare. He took a moment to swallow before saying, "Well, then get an abortion."

"What?!" Spencer exclaimed, his voice jumping up two or three octaves.

"If it is such an inconvenience, then get an abortion," Ethan snapped. He ran his fingers through his dark brown curls, continuing with, "You really piss me off, Spencer. You spend all your time dwelling on the negative of a situation that you obliterate the positive!"

Spencer stood sharply, causing his chair to fall backwards, and growled, "Well, excuse me for trying to be logical about this! No nevermind about my job, I'm not even sure Derek wants this baby! He hasn't even told his family about us!"

"God damn it, Spencer!" Ethan yelled, standing as well. "Can logic for once in your life! Go out on a limb of faith! Tell Derek, your boyfriend, the father of your child! He might surprise you and be over then moon about this. If he's by your side, everything else will work itself out!"

Spencer stormed away, almost tripping over his chair, and headed toward the door to the apartment's small balcony. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. He knew that getting himself so worked up wasn't good for the baby. Sitting down in the wicker chair adorning the balcony, he decided to check his messages. He called his voicemail, typing in his security code when prompted, and listened.

Message one: Saturday, 8:31 AM- Hey, pretty boy. Just wanted to say good morning, hope you got a good night's sleep. Call me okay? I love you.

He deleted it, bile rising in his throat and tears flooding his eyes.

Message two: Saturday, 11:04 AM- Hey, Reid, it's Prentiss. Morgan's really worried about you. So whatever is actually going on with you, you need to clue him in. He deserves that much. Bye.

Guess we weren't as good at keeping this a secret as we thought,
Spencer thought dryly as he deleted Prentiss's message. He ended the call and then checked his text messages. The two from Derek asked why he hadn't called yet and was he okay. He opened Penelope's and hissed, "Shit!"

Why the hell r u in NO??? CALL ME!


Penelope was relaxing on her couch, watching The Breakfast Club when Weird Al's White and Nerdy started blaring. She snatched her cellphone from the cushion next to her and answered shortly, "You are in so much trouble, Spencer Reid."

"Please don't tell Derek!" Spencer pleaded. "I just needed to get away, so that I could really process what this means."

Penelope growled, "You're not the only one with a say in this, Spencer! Why the hell didn't you tell Derek? He could help you, be there for you!"

"Because Derek is a part of what I need to process!" he cried. Penelope bit her lip as she listened to him break down into light sobs on the other end. A part of her wanted to comfort him, but the other part wouldn't because of Derek. Penelope sighed, "Your secrets are making Derek feel like shit, Spencer. You two should be together, giddy over creating a little baby. But instead you're hiding out in New Orleans."

"It's not that simple," Spencer replied brokenly.

"It is that simple," Penelope snapped. "You've got one week to tell Derek or I will. I'm sorry, Spencer."

Apr. 24th, 2010 05:31 am (UTC)
JJ was happy she was able to take in the sights of New Orleans without the threat of a killer on her mind. Will was playing the perfect tour guide. At that moment, they were walking down the French Quarter, holding hands while she listened to his vast knowledge on his beloved city. She had looked toward a building Will had pointed out when her jaw dropped. There, sitting on one of the balconies, was Spencer. He looked upset, his head bent and thin shoulders shaking.

"JJ?" she heard and a second later, Will gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

She looked back at him, stammering, "S-sorry, it's just-"

"Hey," he commented, his eyes lighting up with recognition, "isn't that one of your co-workers? Reid, was it?"

She looked back at Spencer and her jaw dropped again. Another man emerged from the apartment and squatted next to Spencer, rubbing his back. Spencer looked up and quickly moved to give the man a hug. After a moment, they stood and went back inside, the man's hand resting on the small of Spencer's back.

"JJ, is everything all right?"

JJ shook herself out of shock, moving to give Will a light kiss. He curled an arm around her waist as she replied, "Yeah, everything's fine."


Derek sighed as he channel-surfed while petting Clooney. He couldn't help but feel lonely without Spencer there. He had hoped that after being away, they could have spent the weekend being lazy together. Just as he stopped on the Bio Channel special on Caddy Shack, his phone buzzed. He looked down, hoping against hope that it was Spencer only to be disappointed when he saw it was JJ.

"Great," he grumbled, "a fucking case. Just what I need."

He opened the message and frowned when he read, I think you should know something about Spencer. Call me.

He quickly called her number and when she answered, he asked urgently, "What should I know about Spencer?"

Have fun!

Apr. 24th, 2010 06:17 am (UTC)
A numbness spread throughout him as he held his phone, reading and re-reading the message over and over, trying to get a grip. He got up and paced a few measures and headed to the kitchen for a beer, saving the Guinness and popping open a Michelob, taking a few long drinks before flipping open his phone again. He hated cryptic messages like this. He hated all this cryptic bullshit. All he wanted was some answers.
He took a minute to compose himself, to think of what he was going to say, to try and prepare himself for whatever bad news JJ could have. After all, JJ was privy to more information than the rest of them...what if she'd stumbled across something. He shook his head and hit the green button to dial her number, raising the phone to his ear hesitantly.

It rang once, twice, three times before he heard background noise; music, talking, glasses clinking, shuffling, a muffled hold on, and then a relative quieting.
"Morgan? You still there?" JJ asked as he nodded, then forced himself to answer.
"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Look...where are you? What is this about?"
"I went down to see Will for the weekend..." She answered, still not sure how to break what she'd seen to Derek. She still couldn't believe Spencer could do something like that, they all knew Derek had trust issues...
"So, you're in New Orleans?" He stated, frowning and shook his head. "What does that have to do with Spencer, he's visiting his Mom." He said, saying a silent prayer that it was actually true.
"Derek...I...I'm not sure how to tell you this...I'm not even sure about what I saw but..."
"JJ." He said, a quiet demand for her to spit it out.
"I saw Spencer."
"He's here. In New Orleans."
"Why is he..." He shook his head again and put down the beer, rubbing his cold hand against the back of his neck, trying to ease some of the tension.
"Derek, I saw him with a guy. I mean...it could have been just friendly, but...I don't know, Derek...I just I couldn't not tell you."
Derek's jaw was clamped tight, trying to bite back the feelings of shame, anger, humiliation.
"Derek? Derek, say something." JJ said softly, moving farther away from the noise of the bar. "Derek..."
"Thanks for telling me, JJ. Enjoy your weekend." He said, not sure what else to say, feeling like a damn fool.
"Derek, I'm so sorry...I don't know what or why--"
"I might have an idea." He said, leaning against the counters, Clooney snuffing at his feet.
"Derek...I'm so sorry." Her voice sounded tight and raw.
"It's not your fault. JJ, I'll talk to you later." He said, hanging up before she could respond.

He wandered back to the couch, Clooney at his heels and gripped his cell tight in his palm. What a damn fool he was. He shook his head and slumped back against the couch, feeling numb from the shock and wholly alone. He entertained the thought of calling Emily, and decided against it, feeling a bit too vulnerable for his liking. He couldn't help but think of how Garcia had acted when he saw her, hesitant, like she were dancing around a secret. His temper flared and he flipped open his cell again, scrolling down and dialing her.

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Apr. 24th, 2010 07:55 am (UTC)
Spencer could feel tears tumbling down his cheeks, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He felt shell-shocked, like a bomb had just gone off and he was trying to recover. He felt his phone slip from his fingers and his knees buckling, his body crumpling to the ground. He heard Ethan shout his name and rush toward him. As he gathered Spencer in his arms, Spencer sobbed, "I have to go!"

He let Ethan help him back up but then pulled away, his tears blurring his vision. Ethan followed him, asking, "What are you talking about? Was that Derek? What did he say?"

Spencer scrambled for pants, a shirt, trying to gather everything back into his bags. As he frantically packed, he cried, "Derek thinks I'm cheating on him! God, I'm so stupid, I need to get back to DC, I need to talk to him, need to explain!"

He felt Ethan try to stop him, to calm him down, but Spencer pulled away, demanding, "Call the airline! My wallet is on the bedside table. Purchase the next flight to DC!"

He saw that Ethan was debating on arguing with him but instead moved to grab the aforementioned item. Spencer changed out of his sleeping clothes quickly into the clothes he gathered. After he finished dressing himself, he jammed his feet into his shoes, without socks, but that detail meant little to him at the moment. He dialed Derek's number, stupidly hoping that maybe he would answer. When he got Derek's voicemail, he cried, "Derek, please, you don't understand! I've been so stupid, but it's not what you think! God, please, believe me! I would never cheat on you! I'm coming back to DC, I'll explain everything, please let me explain!"

He snapped the phone shut and stuffed it in his pocket. He was gathering his things as Ethan re-entered the room. Spencer looked at him expectantly and Ethan said, "The next flight to DC leaves at eleven-"

"Let's go, then," Spencer replied, taking his wallet from Ethan. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this, Ethan."

Ethan frowned, "Spencer, maybe you should wait here, the flight doesn't leave for-"

"No!" Spencer snapped. "I want to be the first person on that plane if I can. I can't afford any delays. This is too important!"

Tears blurred his eyes again and his throat felt choked, but he managed to say, "Pl-please, Ethan? I've messed this up, so I have to be the one to fix it."

Ethan worried his bottom lip for a moment before caving and saying, "Fine, but I'm waiting with you."


Spencer felt exhausted. Even the flight was relatively short, there was a delay in New Orleans for two hours. Something concerning the pilot, but Spencer was too panicked to pay attention. After calling Derek at Ethan's apartment, he called three more times, leaving voicemails each time, and sent five text messages. His battery died halfway into the flight. By the time that he reached DC, it was only six o'clock in the morning. Then he spent another hour, trying to find his luggage. He would have left them there if it weren't for the simple fact that Spencer had packed most of his nice clothes going to New Orleans.

It felt like an eternity before he reached Derek's apartment complex. He gave the driver sixty dollars, distractedly telling him to keep the change. He dropped his bags as soon as he reached Derek's door, banging on it and crying, "Derek! Derek, please open the door!"

A few minutes later, a very sleepy and very pissed off Derek answered the door, snapping, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but everything that had happened in the past twelve hours hit him all at once. Then...there was darkness.

Apr. 24th, 2010 07:59 am (UTC)
Derek knew he shouldn't give two shits about how Spencer felt, but he still was worried after seeing his head bounce off the hard cement. Finally the doctor, a young woman, re-entered the room and said, "Well, I just got his test results back. Nothing major, just a concussion and fatigue. Although in his condition, that's to be expected."

Derek arched an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean by that? What's his condition?"

Confusion crossed her face before she answered, "Well, he's pregnant. You said you were his boyfriend, so I just assumed...you knew."

Derek looked back at Spencer then at his stomach as it rose and fell, whispering, "I-i had no idea."

A little quickie, but Spencer just *refused* to let me sleep until I wrote this! So blame him for the shortness! And it would have been all in one comment space but I was over by 202 characters! Can you believe it?! Have fun!
Apr. 24th, 2010 03:55 pm (UTC)
One moment he had been reflecting on everything they'd been through together; Spencer's detox, the magnetic pull that had brought them together, the good times, the bad...He'd kept thinking back to a month or two prior, how in the middle of an awful case they'd broken all of their rules and he'd crept into Spencer's hotel room, just needing him, wanting him; that comfort that came from touch. How they'd just let go and lost themselves in each other...and it had all disintegrated into the horrors of the last few days, Derek still raw with hurt and betrayal, but unable to shake the overwhelming sense of love that had bubbled up underneath the anger when he saw him on his doorstep.

And now...this. He felt like he'd been hit with a sledgehammer...repeatedly.
"H-how?" He asked, still trying to wrap himself around the concept, momentarily stuck on biology.
"Well..." The doctor smiled and put up her hands in a mildly unsettling gesture as if to say who knows? and came over to check on Spencer. "Sometimes, miracles just happen. We tend to worry less on the why and how and more on the what comes next." She said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Congratulations." She said as an afterthought as he looked up at her, still bewildered. "Are you going to be okay? I don't need you passing out and cracking your head open too." She tried to joke as Derek slowly shook his head and looked back to Spencer. "Okay, well, hit the button if you need anything...I'll leave you to...uh...absorb the situation."

One hour. Two hours. Three hours.
He sat there by Spencer's side, watching him breathe, trying to wrap his head around what had happened, what would happen. The shock was still fresh, even four hours later, as he sat there, stroking Spencer's hand gently as his brain raced through everything that had happened in the past week, in the past month, the past six months--it was almost like his life flashing before his eyes. How could Spencer have not trusted him enough to tell him? Did he really think he'd be...mad, for lack of better words? Did he really want to hide this from him? Ohmygod, Ohmygod... he repeated over and over to himself in an anxious mantra, trying foolishly to keep himself calm. What if Spencer thinks I'll be a bad father? What if he didn't want me to... And then it hit him for the first time in hours. I'm going to be a daddy... And the whirlwind inside his head paused and slowed to a stop. I'm going to be a daddy. He told himself with a bit more confidence, a smile tweaking at the corners of his lips as he squeezed Spencer's hand as he slept.

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Apr. 25th, 2010 05:59 am (UTC)
Spencer couldn't stop the goofy grin that spread across his face as he watched Derek nuzzle and kiss his stomach. He reached up to run his hand along Derek's scalp to rest and squeeze at his neck. Derek smiled lazily and kissed his stomach again, causing Spencer to giggle as his stubble ticked him. He chided himself for not telling Derek sooner because he felt happy and confident for the first time since he found out. He swallowed and said softly, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I do want this baby, our baby. Everyone was right, as long as we have each other, we can figure out a solution."

Derek nodded, causing his stubble to once again tickle his stomach, and Spencer giggled. A soft cough and Spencer looked to the doorway, guessing the woman there was his doctor. She gave them a smile and asked, "How are we feeling?"

"Good," Spencer replied. "My head hurts some, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"We can't handle," Derek corrected. Taking one of Spencer's hands again and giving it a light kiss, he insisted, "You're coming home with me, pretty boy."

"That would be best," the doctor agreed. "You have a mild concussion, and compounded with pregnancy fatigue, it would be best if you weren't alone while you recovered."

She handed Derek a manila folder, saying, "That is some information for you both. Good doctors that specialize in male pregnancy and not to mention, just some standard care for your head."

"Thank you, doctor," Spencer replied.

She nodded and said cheerfully, "I'll see about getting your discharge papers."


Penelope and Emily were sitting on Penelope's couch, eating spaghetti and watching The Golden Girls, when I'm Too Sexy started blaring from Penelope's cellphone. Emily snorted a laugh, taking a guess at who that was assigned to, while Penelope answered quickly, "Derek! I was just about to send out a search party!"

Emily stopped eating in favor of watching Penelope. The bubbly blond's facial expression changed from one of worry to absolute glee as she gushed, "I'm so glad everything is okay between you two! Now you can concentrate on that little bundle of joy."

Emily smiled and took another bite of spaghetti, happy as well for her two friends. Penelope talked with Derek for a few more minutes until she said, "Okay, well, I'll let you go! I'm sure you want to celebrate the good news! Bye!"

Emily swallowed and asked, "So everything is okay in paradise?"

"More than okay," Penelope grinned. "I could hear Derek's smile, he was so giddy. He said that they would tell Hotch after Spencer's vacation time ended, that he just wanted his loves to relax!"


Derek chuckled softly as he looked over Spencer's sleeping form. He figured his boyfriend was still very drained from all of the stress from the past few days. Granted, most of that stress was self-inflicted, but Derek was making it his personal mission that Spencer never get that stressed again. He knew it would be a challenge, given their typical work environment, but that would not deter him.

Derek arrived at his apartment and climbed out of the SUV, circling around to pull Spencer out and into his arms. He managed to open the door without dropping his precious load and Clooney yapped and bounced around his feet, Derek growling softly, "Clooney, you trip me and so help me, God, I will lock you in the bathroom!"

Spencer barely stirred, only mumbling incoherently in his sleep and gripping Derek's shirt lightly. Derek managed to make it to his bedroom without tripping over Clooney and laid Spencer down. Spencer buried his nose in the pillow and let out a soft snore. Derek grinned and shooed his nosy dog out of the room, following Clooney down the short hall, intent on fixing Spencer something to eat.

Have fun!
Apr. 25th, 2010 07:08 am (UTC)
Derek sent a text to JJ, letting her know that everything was fine, more than fine, though keeping the baby news to themselves.
He set a pot of water up to boil and settled down at the breakfast bar, flicking on the overhead lights and browsing through the pamphlets.
This was all still so unreal, in that Storybook kind of way. Apparently, there was a hospital in Philadelphia with an entire specialized department for Male Pregnancy, and a doctor not too far away in Maryland. He put an asterisk next to the doctor in Maryland's information and left it out, knowing they needed to make an appointment sooner rather than later.
The dull clatter of the lid on the pan let him know that the water was boiling and he dumped in the box of pasta, knowing something plain would probably be best for Spencer's stomach, not wanting to tempt fate quite yet. He went to the fridge and cracked open a Michelob, taking a hearty celebratory drink. He meandered around the kitchen as the pasta cooked and he repeated to himself over and over I'm gonna be a daddy. Still trying to bat away the remaining fragments of shock that lurked.
After the pasta had finished cooking and his beer was gone he couldn't help but go back to the bedroom. He watched Spencer sleep for a moment and decided he couldn't resist a moment longer, toeing off his sneakers and crawling onto the vacant sliver of bed. He fitted himself against Spencer's back and wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling at the nape of his neck.
Spencer made a soft noise and snuggled closer before slowly, and awkwardly rolling over to fit himself underneath Derek's chin.
"I'm starving." He murmured, still half asleep as Derek stroked his hair, twirling a particularly curly lock around his finger gently.
"Are you awake?" He asked, laughing softly into his soft hair, a cold nose and warm lips pressing against his throat.
"Mmm. No." He answered, slipping a leg over Derek's lazily.
"Silly." He teased him gently, trailing a finger from Spencer's earlobe to the point of his jaw. "Wake up long enough to eat something and we'll go back to bed." He suggested as Spencer whined and rolled onto his back, eyes still closed, frown on his pretty lips.
"Finneee." He sighed like it was a tremendous chore and Derek leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss before rolling off the bed and helping him up.


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Apr. 26th, 2010 06:14 am (UTC)
Spencer rolled his eyes as Derek finally left the apartment. He had to promise four separate times that he would relax and take it easy. But as soon as Derek closed the door, he got up from the couch and made his way to the bedroom. He spied his bags tossed at the end of Derek's bed. He dug through them to get a fresh pair of clothes and his toiletries. As he headed to the bathroom, he spotted his cellphone. He grabbed it and powered it on, causing it to blow up with messages. He chuckled as he read and listened to the girls frantically trying to get a hold of him. He deleted all of them, not wanting to deal with all of that until he had to, comfortable just being happy about the baby.

He entered the bathroom and changed out of his dirty clothes. Turning sideways, he studied his figure in the mirror, his gaze quickly shooting to his stomach. He didn't know if it was wishful thinking, but his stomach seemed a bit more pronounced than usual. He ran his fingertips over the surface and smiled, imagining the little life growing inside him. He shook his head and moved to turn on the shower. He groaned in pleasure as the stress from the past few days seemed to run out of his body and down the drain. By the time he finished, he could barely keep his eyes open. He managed to stay awake long enough to eat two peanut butter and banana sandwiches and take his prenatal vitamins Derek bought for him. His phone buzzed and he answered it with a yawn.

"Hey, pretty boy, how are you?"

Spencer shrugged, heading back to the bedroom. "Okay, I guess. I took a shower and had a quick bite to eat. I'm so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open, though."

"Babe, you have to remember to eat decent meals," Derek chided. "You're eating for two now."

Spencer groaned as he curled up under the covers, "Derek, no lectures, please!"

He heard Derek chuckle and reply, "I'm sorry. I just want to be sure you're taking care of yourself."

Spencer yawned, "I-i-i-i am. But I'm going to have to let you go. I'm sleepy. Oh, Derek, bring home some strawberry Pop Tarts and Twinkies, please?"

Derek said that he would with a laugh and Spencer drifted off to sleep.


"Wake up, pretty boy. Today, we get our first look at the baby."

Spencer groaned but slowly dragged himself out of bed. He stumbled slightly down the hallway to the living room only to curl on the couch, yawning for Derek to make him breakfast. He heard soft laughs but soon the smells of bacon, eggs and baking bread wafted through the apartment. Spencer stood up and walked to the kitchen, raiding the pantry for a package of Pop Tarts then to the refrigerator for a small bottle of grape juice. As he opened the Pop Tarts' aluminum covering, Derek scoffed, "Don't ruin with your appetite with that, I'm making you a real meal."

Derek reached out and tried to take his Pop Tarts. Spencer frowned and smacked his hand, saying through a mouthful, "My Pop Tarts! Besides two of them won't spoil my appetite, only whet it."

Derek rolled his eyes and kept cooking, Spencer saying confidently, "You know I'm right, you just don't want to admit it."

I thought you might like to have the honor of doing the first doctor's visit? I promise to do another long bit soon! Have fun!
Apr. 27th, 2010 01:14 am (UTC)
Derek was buzzing with excitement, geared up for the hour and a half drive to Baltimore to see Dr. Gerald Palmer, who ran a special Fertility clinic and Pediatrics ptractice for LGBT Patients. He gathered all of their paperwork, and information and notebooks into one of those re-usable shopping bags and loaded it in the car. He came back in to see Spencer squirreling away snacks in his messenger bag before peeking into the fridge.
"Ready, Pretty-boy?" He asked as Spencer nodded, poking his head out of the fridge, biting the tip off a strawberry.
"Mmhm." He said, finishing it easily and tossing the leafy cap in the sink. He rinsed his fingers quickly and moved towards Derek at the door, pausing to pet Clooney.
Derek smiled, looking him over dressed in a paisley button up shirt, with a brown librarian cardigan over it, with Khakis and the remaining pair of Converse Low-Tops that Clooney hadn't eaten. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, taking a second to run his hands through silky, though slightly tangled hair, using his fingers to comb them out. Spencer purred softly into his mouth, pressing up against him lightly, nipping at his lower lip.
"Let's go, boys." He said, rubbing his palm against his belly before kissing his nose.
"Boys?" He asked, smirking. "What makes you think it's a boy?" He said, following him out the door as Derek grinned.
"Just a feeling."

After an easy drive, they were in the office, sitting down filling out copious amounts of paperwork. In the office were a few female couples, and a few pairs of men, with who they assumed were surrogates. There were no other male couples without a woman present. There was a bulletin board over the length of one wall with snapshots of happy families and adorable babies, labeled "OUR EXTENDED FAMILY".

Spencer's hands were tapping at his thighs anxiously until Derek's hands covered them in a calming gesture. He leaned over and kissed the side of Spencer's neck, smiling easily.
"I love you." He said, resting their hands on Spencer's tummy. Spencer smiled and leaned his forehead against Derek's.
"I love you, too."

"Spencer Reid?" A nurse called from a now open door, dressed in scrubs with a Cookie Monster top and Oscar the Grouch bottoms. She smiled, sticking her pen in her bun, holding the door for them. "I'm Michelle, how are you feeling?" She asked, smiling, leading Spencer into a small alcove and had him step on the scale. "Uh, uh," She laughed, and tapped the strap of the messenger bag on his shoulder. "Hand that over to Papa." She smiled, receiving a grin from Derek, who took the bag easily. The nurse recorded his weight and lead him to a private room.

"So, how have you been feeling? Morning sickness? Aches, pains, fatigue?"
"All of the above." Spencer smiled. "It's bearable though. Morning sickness varies from day to day."
"Good, good. First trimester is usually the pits, by the second, you're doing okay, and by the third, you'll be begging for it to be out." She grinned and laughed. "Kidding...sort of. Just remember, the ends justifies the means."
"We're excited." Derek supplied, Spencer nodding and smiling. "Have you had many....cases like ours?"
"Mmm...since I've been here? Only one I think." She said, thinking. "Surrogacies and In Vitro are more common." She smiled and said: "Dr. Palmer will be in in a few minutes, okay? Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?" She pointed at Spencer. "Sorry, no coffee for you."
"Don't remind me." He frowned as she gave his shoulder a a gentle pat.
"No, but thank you."
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Apr. 27th, 2010 10:59 pm (UTC)
Spencer was jittery with nerves. Today was his first day back after finding out about the twins. The days following his doctor's appointment were spent starting plans for finding a house, since neither of their apartments were big enough for the two of them, let alone two children. When they weren't looking at pictures of houses, they laid in Derek's bed and cooed over Spencer's stomach. For the sake of teasing each other, Derek insisted they were going to have two boys, while Spencer said two girls.

Derek had called Hotch ahead of time and said that they needed to speak with him and Strauss as soon as they came in. On the way to work, Spencer kept fidgeting with the strap to his messenger bag. He kept trying to think positive, that the situation would work itself out, but he couldn't quite make himself believe it. Relationships between co-workers were against the rules, and rules were things he tried to obey. He had heard of other couples who had to either end the relationship or one of them be transferred. Spencer leaned his head back against the headrest and tried to calm down to offset the migraine he felt coming. That was when he felt Derek take his hand.

"Calm down, Spencer," he said, rubbing his thumb over Spencer's knuckles. ", Hotch will be there, and he is always willing to go up to bat for us."

He blamed the tears that blurred his vision on hormones and he said roughly, "Being pregnant seems to make everything ten times more intense. I can't help but be a little scared."

Derek pulled their joined hands toward him and gave the back of Spencer's hand a kiss, murmuring against his skin, ", I'll be there with you."


By the time that they had finished stating their case to Hotch and Strauss, Spencer had a migraine. They first told of when they started their relationship, then presented information from Spencer's recent doctor's visit about his pregnant. He felt strangely unsettled as he watched Strauss briefly study the sonogram of the twins. Tossing the small photo back with the rest of his paperwork, Strauss took a moment to study them before saying, "I want the both of you to know that if it weren't for the fact that Dr. Reid is now pregnant, you would be facing disciplinary consequences for your actions. The no-fraternization rules are in place, so that exact situations such as this can be avoided."

Spencer breathed a small sigh of relief while Derek said, "With all due respect, ma'am-"

"I did not ask you to speak, Agent Morgan," Strauss said sternly. She looked to Spencer and continued with, "You will give medical updates to Agent Hotchner and the contact information to your physician, that way we can best know when to restrict your activities to the BAU and when you will go on your maternity leave. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Strauss then turned back to Derek and said, "As for you, Agent Morgan, you will be still required to fulfill all of your regular duties. You may be allowed to ask for the days of Dr. Reid's appointments off, but no more than that. When Dr. Reid has to work from the BAU and later, go on his leave, you will still go on the consultation trips with the rest of the team. We can not afford to lose two agents because you two choose to be careless. Am I clear, Agent Morgan?"

"Yes, ma'am," Derek replied tightly. Spencer risked a glance at him and saw his jaw clenching and unclenching, which meant he was very angry.

She nodded once and ordered, "You're dismissed."
Apr. 27th, 2010 11:21 pm (UTC)
Spencer and Derek stood and left the office, Derek actually storming off to the break room. Spencer almost followed him but finally noticed the hustle and bustle outside of Gideon's old office. He headed to JJ's, which was sandwiched between that and Hotch's office. Giving the door frame a light knock, he entered and JJ smiled and announced, "Watch out, baby on board! Congratulations, Spence!"

"Thank you," he replied with a blush, moving some case files to the floor before seating down in the chair. JJ leaned forward on her elbows and asked, "So, how was the meeting with Hotch and Strauss?"

"Intense," Spencer said with a chuckle. "I've got a feeling Derek didn't care too much for what Strauss had to say."

"What did she say?"

Spencer shook his head. "Later, it's already caused me to have a migraine. So, is someone finally taking Gideon's office?"

JJ grinned, saying, "Yes, someone you will be thrilled about...David Rossi."

Spencer felt his jaw drop and he did not almost squeal, "The David Rossi?"


Hotch looked up from his paperwork as Reid entered his office. Hotch smiled softly and said, "Hello, Reid. Got that contact information for me?"

Reid nodded and handed him a sheet of paper. Hotch took it and noticing the younger man's nerves, said, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you this sooner, Reid."

"What's that, sir?" Reid asked with a frown.

"Congratulations," Hotch replied. Reid's face split into a huge grin and he thanked him happily before leaving his office.

Have fun!
Apr. 28th, 2010 01:05 am (UTC)
Derek Morgan counted backwards from ten, leaning against the counters, facing the cabinets, trying to control his temper. Of course, Strauss was really being logical. Really, she was, but goddamn he didn't like it. What happened to his rights? Why didn't he get to take time off when Spencer took his Maternity leave. He growled in annoyance and took another few deep breaths and headed to see Garcia.

He knocked before he entered and was surprised to see Prentiss sitting with her, at the spare desk. Garcia spun around in her chair and smiled, then frowned.
"Oooh....you....don't look happy." She said, lips quirked to the side. "Come here, angelfish." She beckoned and patted the free rolling chair.
"Let me guess, Strauss forgot she was human again?" Emily asked as he sat heavily.
"I guess it went as good as we could have hoped..." He admitted. "Spencer will work according to Doctor's orders, and I will be working through Spencer's Maternity Leave."
"Oh, baby..." Garcia cooed, taking his hands, cuddling up to him.
"Well, just think of it this way, Morgan. It could be worse." She smiled sympathetically and rolled over. "Come on, Papa Bear, we've been waiting for days to see."
Morgan finally smiled and produced his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out a folded 4x6 copy of the Sonogram.
Garcia snapped it up first and Emily moved close, tucking her head over her shoulder, looking at the photo.
"Oh...how...precious." Garcia whispered, tearing up a little as she touched her index finger over the first, then the second little blob. "Honey-love, twins?!" She breathed as she made a cross between an aww and a whimper of joy, leaning her head towards Emily's. "Look how teenytiny."
A nostalgically sad smile crossed her lips. "I know." She smiled and looked to Derek, nodding. "Really, congratulations."


Gathered up at the Round Table, Hotch introduced The Dave Rossi.
"Dave, this is Jennifer Jareau, our Media Liaison." He gestured to the pretty blonde.
"Please, everyone calls me JJ."
"Agent Emily Prentiss," A polite nod. "Penelope Garcia, our technical Analyst."
"A pleasure, sir." She smiled as Hotch gestured to the couple.
"And SSA Derek Morgan, Dr. Spencer Reid."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir, I've read all your books, several times." Spencer blurted out as Derek smiled and reached for his hand confidently.
Rossi's brow quirked and Garcia grinned. "Yes, they're an item, my sweet sweet doves, and Reid is pregnant with my godbabies."
"Pregnant with your godbabies, you say?" Rossi smirked as she nodded.
"I know, right?! TWINS!" She squealed as Emily smirked.
"That was so subtle, Garcia." She said as the analyst grinned.

Apr. 29th, 2010 10:46 am (UTC)
"-his work with is quite impressive. Some say that he's had just as many interviews with serial killers as Robert Ressler. And his books provide such insight-"

"Babe," Derek interrupted Spencer and gave him a weary look, "you have not shut up about David Rossi since that case in Dallas...which was two weeks ago."

Derek could tell immediately that the comment bothered his boyfriend when he heard him huff, "Well, that I have been boring you with my enthusiasm for our new colleague. I'll just "shut up" then."

Derek tried to apologize but Spencer just ignored him until they arrived that the BAU. Once in their regular parking spot, Spencer climbed out and stiffly made his way inside. Derek massaged the back of his neck and muttered, "Shit."

"You are in trouble," Emily sing-songed lightly.

"So not the time, Prentiss," Derek groaned, flopping down in his chair. Spinning to face her, he complained, "It's just that he's been going non-stop about Rossi! He's pulled out all of his books and reread each one at least three times! I swear, he's going to start a fan club for the man!"

Emily giggled and he heard his computer ding softly. He groaned when he saw that he had one new message from kaleido_tech_goddess@yahoo.com. He opened it and read: It is not wise to piss off your pregnant boyfriend. His emotions are very delicate right now, as are his feelings!

Derek gritted his teeth and replied: You think I don't know that? He started crying over the Trix commercials, saying that those kids were "ridiculously cruel" for not giving him a simple bowl of cereal! I just got tired of hearing about David Rossi. is that a crime?!

Just as he clicked the Send button, he heard JJ say, "Morgan, Prentiss, we have a case."


Rossi smirked as he saw Morgan sitting on the couch with Reid's feet in his lap, the young genius fast asleep. He cleared his throat and asked Morgan, "If you mind, how far along is Reid?"

Morgan smiled softly, rubbing Reid's ankles softly, and replied, "Almost ten weeks. The hormones are really starting to set in."

"Yeah, my nephew's hormones about drove him and his boyfriend crazy."

Morgan's face wrinkled in confusion and Rossi grinned, saying, "Yes, it wasn't very popular because our family is Catholic. But I wanted to be supportive of him, so he didn't feel alone."

"And did everything," Derek shrugged, "you know, work out?"

Rossi reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed Derek a photo of his great niece, saying with pride, "Her name is Shelly, she's eight. I make sure to stop by their house every Christmas."

Derek smiled softly and handed the photo back to him, replying, "She's beautiful."


Spencer stepped outside for some air. They had arrived three days ago, and already, another child had gone missing an hour after they found another body, bringing the death toll up to five. Spencer felt horrible that they weren't making any headway, that they weren't any closer to catching this bastard. The unsub's targets were boys, ages four to seven.

He tried to catch his breath and calm down, but this case was effecting him so strongly. He knew that it was because he would be a parent soon and would face the fears of something terrible happening to one of the twins. Derek's warm embrace enveloped him from behind, his dark hands running to his stomach where Spencer's already rested. Spencer sniffled and cried softly, "They were just little kids, Derek."

He felt Derek kiss the back of his neck and murmur, "I know, pretty boy. But we'll catch him. I swear we will."

Sorry it was a little short, but I hope you still enjoyed it! Have fun!
Apr. 29th, 2010 07:38 pm (UTC)
Derek nuzzled his shoulder and got Spencer to turn around, settling his linked hands on his lower back to keep him close and kissed away his tears. "You will get through this, you always do, we always do." He said, resting their foreheads against each other. "Use what you feel and focus it towards nailing this bastard."
Spencer sniffled and smiled, rubbing their noses together affectionately before boldly kissing him on the steps of the Idaho precinct. He wrapped his arms around his neck and sighed. "Thank you."
Derek smiled and let him rest his face against the crook of his neck, raising one hand to bury in his soft hair.
"Morgan? Are you out here--Oh." Hotch stopped, half out the door and looked a smidge sheepish.
"Yeah, Hotch?" Morgan asked, keeping a tight hold of Spencer who was desperately trying to squirm away.
"I need you and Prentiss on the road to Troy with Prentiss to check out the school of the third victim."
"Yes, sir." He said, nodding, letting go of Spencer reluctantly. "You good now, pretty-boy?" he asked, getting a nod.
"Go, I'm fine. I promise." He said as Derek kissed him again, not caring that Hotch was still hovering in the doorway.


The strain was beginning to show as their sixth victim crossed from being an object of hope to a dim statistic--they all knew under 5 percent of stranger-abducted children last beyond 24 hours.

And when it was finally over, Thomas Kiley had taken six lives. It was amazing how people could blend in a small town, and not stick out until after the pieces had fallen into place. Kiley, a local photographer and volunteer soccer referee had been at all of the victims soccer games, practices, and frequented the local parks. A print had been lifted from the button of the fifth victim's jeans and a hit had finally popped up in their databases, to a Colin DeWitt, a man from Georgia who had escaped the title of Sexual Predator when the victim in Georgia's family recanted. He was apprehended with the sixth victim still in possession.

The trip back to Quantico was a somber one to say the least.


Despite the emotional toll, the team recovered, jumping headfirst back into their work. The cases that ended badly always ended up lighting a fire under them that made them work harder.

Spencer sat at his desk in the bullpen, going over the files regarding the case in Idaho. He paused a moment and rummaged in his desk drawer, filled with parts and pieces to physics magic, candy, snacks, etc and produced a twinkie. He tugged at the cellophane wrapper and sniffed at the questionable confection. He bit off the tip and chewed thoughtfully, nose crinkling. "Ugh." He said, swallowing the bite.
"What?" Derek turned in his chair, looking at him in confusion.
"I haven't had a twinkie since I was like...seven." Spencer said, taking another bite, with a half-grimace.
"From the looks of it, you had a good reason to." He smirked as his lover took another bite.
"It's so bad, but I keep thinking it'll get better."
"Really? And how's that working for you?"
"It's sooooo bad but....soooo goood." He said, stressing the words as he finished the snack.


Derek and Spencer met with their Realtor after work, taking the time to preview a few houses. Their Realtor was a lovely young woman named Janet, who was recommended by Dr. Palmer's office, so they didn't have to deal with any awkward looks.
"So, I have three houses to show y'all," She said, shaking their hands and smiling. "You think you can handle it? Y'all look exhausted."
"I think we can handle three." Spencer said, looking to Derek who nodded happily.
"Now, I'll save the best for last, how's that sound?" She said as they got into her SUV.

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