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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!


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."

A Little More About Me

Random Girl and her Beast
Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious.

Let me tell you a riddle...

You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away.
You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure.
But it doesn't matter.
How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?

Because you'll be together.


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