This is my first Criminal Minds fic, and I haven't watched all the episodes yet, so go easy on me if something doesn't correspond to the show.
This is like a prologue, short and simple, just to get you caught up.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I'm just borrowing them.
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Garcia stared at the stick, her hands trembling. "Shit, shit, shit..." she muttered under her breath, pacing back and forth. She would stop and curse at the little blue plus sign, put it down on the counter, then pick it up again as if hoping the results had changed. "What do I do now?" she whispered brokenly, tears sliding freely down her cheeks.
It had just been one time. Morgan had got off his flight after a really difficult child abuse case. An eight year-old boy had been murdered after trying to fight off his long-time abuser. The unsub had developed a taste for necrophilia alongside his pedophilia after that kill. In the end, five boys were killed before the unsub, an elementary school teacher, had been caught. It was cases like that which affected Derek the most.
He had come by to pick up Clooney, who she would often watch when he was away, and had somehow fallen into bed with her instead. The next morning he had woken up, taken one look at her, and bolted. He avoided her like the plague and the playful banter between them came to an abrupt halt. If the team noticed the change, they didn't say anything.
Penelope for her part, was heartbroken. She had long ago fallen in love with Derek Morgan, and when he had so blatantly rejected her, she knew she had been right to hide her feelings for so long. How could someone like Derek ever feel attracted to someone like her? He had a type: slim, athletic, fashionable, and compliant. They would worship him in public and no one would give them strange looks. Yet, even when he and Penelope had gone out as friends, people would smirk and make jibes about what he could possibly see in her. After all, why would the gorgeous Derek Morgan, an FBI agent, and a walking Adonis, be interested in the fat, geeky computer tech?
Now, looking at the positive pregnancy test, she knew she was being tested. She was pregnant with the child of a man who could barely look at her. The man she loved would ignore her, he most likely wouldn't notice if she started to show her pregnancy. If he did, she would tell him it was Kevin's. No one but her knew that Kevin was gay, and she knew he would gladly play the role of expecting father should she ask. That would work until the child was born, and by that time she would hopefully be approved for a transfer.
He would never know that the child was his. He didn't deserve to be punished for one night, a night he clearly regretted.
Suddenly, a thought hit her. "I'm going to be a mother. A single mother, but a mother nonetheless." She smiled, it didn't matter that she was going to do this alone, she was happy. After all, everything happens for a reason.
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Should I continue?