AN/Ok, so after countless cries from outraged readers that I left a pregnant Emily without telling Hotch, I thought I'd post this. It will be a multichapter fic
"Emily, are you sure this is a good idea?" Hotch asked as he watched his fiancee pack a few changes of clothing for her second attempt at a Girls' Night.
"Aaron." Emily glared at him, "It's been seven months since we did this last, it's time for some female bonding." She scolded.
"But are you sure it's wise to go since--"
"Aaron, I'm eight months pregnant, I'm not fragile." She retorted.
"But last time--"
"Oh would you forget about it already!" Emily cried, she was never going to live that down. "Freak occurrance." She dismissed, "Besides, we're going to JJ's new house--a home where three weeks ago, you and Morgan and Will went on about what a nice home it was in such a nice neighborhood."
"Emily, things can--"
"She lives nine minutes away--we timed it!" Emily rebutted. As much as she loved her overprotective fiance, she could barely stand him anymore, and the prospect of being holed up in JJ's new home with movies, ice cream, and vast amounts of popcorn was too much to pass up.
"You just went on maternity leave."
"Which is exactly why I need to get out of this house." She countered.
"But you're going to be gone for--"
"Three days! You're usually gone for longer on a case, I've got to get out of here!" Emily shouted exasperated.
"I'm not eight months pregnant." Hotch reminded her tenaciously.
"Well let's be grateful for that." Emily said rolling her eyes a little. "Aaron, this really isn't up for debate. I am going to the girls night, I really could use some time with JJ and Garcia." She tried to say it as sweetly as she could without coming across stubborn. She knew that if Aaron felt challenged, he'd fight all that much harder.
"If you don't take me, I'm driving over there myself." Emily insisted, holding up the keys. After Reid had shared a statistic about pregnant women and car accidents while she was still in her second trimester, Hotch had gotten her to agree not to drive until the baby was born.
Hotch begrudingly snatched the keys from her hands, "I'll start the car."
Emily smiled at his overprotectiveness that had begun the moment her ordeal from seven months ago was over, or at least that same night. She remembered fondly informing him that he was going to be a father, again.
"Aaron, we have to talk." Emily said as the couple walked into the house they shared.
"Emily, I was so worried. I'm never letting you get hurt again, I don't think I could take it." Hotch said, the worry of the day still etched on his face. "Didn't you have something to tell me?"
"I...uh..." Emily stuttered, she wasn't sure how the words were going to come out. "I like our new rug." Emily mentally began to kick herself, while she came across brave, she was a coward--too afraid to tell her loving boyfriend that she was pregnant.
"Well, its nice." Hotch replied cautiously. After the days events, he was wondering whether Emily was suffering a mental break.
"Yep, its nice." Emily responded awkwardly. She was sure that this was the lamest conversation that she'd ever had. "You've got to love them blue rugs."
"Emily, was that really what you had to tell me?" Hotch asked, quirking his eyebrow.
"No." Emily admitted, blushing a little. "I just want what I do have to tell you to come out perfect. And for the events of today to be forgotten."
"I'm sure it will come out fine." Hotch smiled. "And no, I'm not forgetting today. Ever. You're switching banks."
"Oh, okay. I can do that." Emily nodded her head. "And I'm pregnant."
"What?!?" Hotch exclaimed excitedly. "How long have you known?"
"A few days." Emily conceeded as Hotch wrapped his arms around her.
"Wait! You negotiated a hostage situation while you knew you were pregnant."
Emily knew that he couldn't get too mad at her now. He had said that he was so happy she was alive. That could keep him from killing her himself. She was just glad that he didn't know that she offered herself in place of JJ.
"I can't believe Hotch let you out of the house." JJ laughed as Hotch and Emily entered her new home.
"It took some convincing, but after I assured him that we are two trained FBI agents and a technical analyst staying in an upscale home nine minutes away, he finally relented."
"Only after she threatened to drive herself." Hotch murmured.
"Believe me, I've already got the talk from Will. We are not allowed to go to any banks or use the grill." JJ scoffed, as though Will's insistences would really matter.
"The grill, really?" Emily asked intrigued.
"It's a new...whatever...but Will--"
"Has seen you play with fire and is concerned for the future of humanity if you lit the world on fire." Hotch interrupted.
"Just because I like it when it does that whole big explosion thing doesn't mean I'm doing it wrong." JJ defended, "the grill still gets lit."
"JJ, are you seriously expecting me to leave my pregnant fiancee alone with you and your pyromania?" Hotch said shaking his head. "JJ, you light anything on fire and Emily won't be allowed to come over here anymore when Will isn't home."
Both women laughed and rolled thier eyes. Hotch was over protective, so was Will. Which led to the two men becoming close friends, if Will had been home, Hotch wouldn't have worried about Emily at all. But JJ... He wasn't so sure about.
"Yes Dad." Emily retorted, a little offended that Hotch thought he could forbid her from going places. Maybe she would drive somewhere after all.
"Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to this." Hotch worried. "Emily is eight months pregnant. What happens if she goes into labor?"
"Then we call our local shaman and ask him to place a protective charm over the child." Garcia said as she walked up the walk way. "Then we'll get a bunch of chickens and cut their heads off and offer them to the Canaan gods."
JJ began to laugh hysterically, she was glad that she was not alone in thinking Hotch was being ridiculous. Hotch however, did not find the joke funny.
"Maybe we should go home." Hotch suggested to Emily.
"Nine minutes. We're nine minutes from the house." Emily reminded him kindly. "And we are closer to the hospital here anyway."
He stared at her, not sure whether he was going to carry out his plan to carry her back to the car and take her home.
"Hotch, I've had a baby before. I will make sure that she's fine." JJ assured, trying to lead him out of her house. As she got him to her door way she added. "And I promise not to light anything outside on fire."
"What about inside?" Hotch asked, now on the porch. Reacting quickly, Garcia hurried and shut the door, locking it behind her.
Relenting, Hotch dialed a number he had been calling much more often than he liked. "Will, this is Aaron, I dropped her off. Your wife better not let anything happen to her." Hotch said protectively.
"I already made her promise. But why do you think I took Henry with me?" Will replied. He wasn't sure how much he liked his wife spending time with the girls at work-- that had gotten her shot. But he swore to JJ that he would back off and let her have her girls nights in peace.
On the other side of the door, JJ had a bright idea. "Who wants smores? I've got a fire place."
Garcia and Emily stared at each other in sheer glee. Garcia's stemmed from a love of the gooey chocolate treat, Emily's from a desire to show Hotch exactly where he could put his insane protective conditions.
After a few minutes, 3 matches, and a small explosion later, the friends watched as JJ admired her fire making abilities.
"Jayje, I swear, if anybody's house ever burns down, I'm investigating you first." Emily admitted. It had been discovered at a BAU barbecue that JJ loved igniting anything she could get her hands on.
"It's not my fault my dad wanted me to be a girls scout. I have the fire starting merit badge."
"What about the fire putting out one?" Emily retorted.
"Sunshine, while I appreciate your love of all that burns, I'm pretty sure that the entire can of starter fluid is a little much."
"The bigger the better." JJ dismissed. "So how many minutes do you think it is before one of us gets called?" JJ asked, implying a bet would soon be made.
Garcia and Emily laughed in delight. While all three women loved their respective partners, Kevin, Hotch and Will were to be held at the protective end of the spectrum. The three men were often conspiring in ways to keep their women safe on the job, which never sat right with the three of them. And if by some miracle they didn't get called by Will, Hotch or Kevin, they were sure to get a phone call from Reid, Rossi, or Morgan. After the events at the bank, their coworkers seemed equally as ready to keep them safe from harm. JJ had tried to set the men straight, telling them that after years in the Bureau, they could look after themselves, but her words fell to the way side.
"Twenty bucks on Hotch in three minutes." Garcia began, loving any oppurtunity to gamble. "He seemed way too cool about this sleepover thing when we locked him out."
JJ shook her head. "My money is on Rossi five minutes. Did you see his face when we told him we were having a Girls' night? He looked like he was going to have a coronary."
"Actually, maybe its going to be Reid, he felt so bad about not being at the hospital after JJ got shot, I'm sure that he's going to try to find someway to make up for it now." Emily said, a smile dancing on her lips. They all sniggered at the idea. They loved Reid more than their own lives, but him trying to take care of them was far more frieghtening than being taken hostage. Garcia could protect them better and she wasn't allowed a gun.
"No...No. I think we all know who its going to be." JJ smiled. "Morgan."
The other two nodded in agreement. Morgan had always seen himself as their protector, and it had only gotten worse since that fateful day at the bank. These days, they couldn't leave a room without being reminded to bring their badge and gun. While they appreciated his concern, he was crossing over the fine line between 'Protective' and 'Hyper-Vigilant'. JJ always wanted to argue that they probably would've been just as susceptible to the attack if he had been there but there was no reasoning with him. Actually, there was no reasoning with any of the men in their lives. They were all so paranoid.
Just then, JJ's phone rang. All eyes looked at her expectantly as she checked the phone. "Will." She smiled as she answered the phone.
"Hi honey." She smiled as she answered the phone, "you're on speaker." She informed him, hoping that having him talk to her while others would listen would decrease his anxiety.
"Jayje, I just wanted to--"
"Check up on us?" JJ smiled.
"Well, I was going to say 'to remind you to feed the fish', but you caught me." He laughed. "So, what are you doing?"
"Making s'mores." Garcia piped up, earning an angry glare from JJ.
"Oh, no. Tell me you didn't--"
"Honey, I was completely safe." JJ cut him off.
"Aaron is going to kill me." Will groaned.
"Bye, honey!" JJ hung up the phone, preventing him from arguing further.
Hours past while the woman gorged themselves on s'mores and popcorn, while taking turns selecting a movie to watch. In Emily's condition, there wasn't much more they could do besides that.
Hearing a knock on her door, JJ tried to quiet the red flags that went up in her mind. Assuring herself that it was simply due to hypervigilance she went to answer the door. Who would be knocking this late? It's past eleven. Realizing that she did live in a community where almost all of the lights on the street would be off at this hour, she assumed to meet someone in need of a tool to fix their car--she did live just a few short miles from the interstate.
"Can I help you?" JJ asked cautiously as she cracked the door open slightly to reveal a charming looking man.
"Yeah, my car broke down and my cell battery is dead. I was just wondering if I could use your phone?" The man's eyes darted around quickly.
"Erm, sure. Just wait here. I'll grab my cell phone." JJ said, sure that it was only the countless files that she saw daily that caused her to be extra cautious.
Taking her hand off the door and stepping away slightly, she immediately regretted letting her guard down as she saw the barrel of a Glock pointed directly at her as the 'charming' man stepped in, along with a friend that had been hiding out of view. "Get inside."