Just a little fic I dreamt up. I'm sorry, it's not up to my usual standards, but my muse made it go completely differently than what I originally planned!

Thanks saturdayslump for betaing.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and no infringement is intended.

"Well, well, well. Look who just walked into the BAU!" Morgan grinned, getting out of his chair. "Hello, Mrs. Hotchner." He bent down and kissed Emily on the cheek.

"Aw, you're so sweet. Walking generally conjures up an image of gracefulness, which is something I'm pretty damn sure I don't possess at the moment. "Waddled" would have been the more appropriate word," Emily flashed him a chagrined smile as she patted her gigantically rounded stomach. The baby was due in two weeks and she thought she looked like she had swallowed a basketball... or, more likely, a beach ball.

Morgan bent down to her stomach. "Hey, Little Miss H! I hope you're not going to get your daddy's frown; you don't want to scare the boys away now, do you? 'Cos then Uncle Morgan won't be able to have any fun at your daddy's expense when you start dating."

He laughed when Emily slapped him lightly on the back of his head. "You are hopeless," she declared, rolling her eyes.

"Emily!"

She looked up, a wide smile on her face when she saw Reid. "Hey, Reid."

Reid bent down and gave her a hug. "How are you both?"

"Besides the swollen ankles, incredibly sore back, constant indigestion, the driving need to visit the bathroom every seven minutes and feeling so hungry that I could eat a horse at precisely 2 am every morning, I'm great." Despite her litany of complaints, Emily had a broad smile on her face. She and Hotch had wanted this baby so very badly, and she would have done anything, endured everything, to be able to have her.

"What, no increased libido?" teased Morgan. "Poor Hotch. No wonder he's been looking like thunder the last two months. Poor man needs to get some action, Prentiss, or his eyes might start wandering."

She gave him a death glare. "Oh, you're so funny, Morgan. Not. Besides," she shrugged, "who says your Unit Chief isn't getting any action? Not of the missionary kind, but there are other ways, you know. Use your imagination." She winked at Morgan, laughing aloud when she saw that he was temporarily rendered speechless by her comment.

"Use his imagination for what?" sounded a familiar baritone behind her. "Hi, sweetheart," Hotch smiled, bending down to kiss her cheek.

"Hi, honey. Oh, Morgan was just saying that you mustn't be getting any action, but I disabused him of that thought and said he should use his imagination on what a pregnant woman and her husband can get up to."

She looked on in amusement as she watched the smile on her husband's face freeze for the briefest of moments. She had to give him credit though. He recovered quickly, shaking his head in resignation. "I was wondering why Reid's ears were red. I hope that was due to embarrassment and not the result of picturing us in the bedroom, Reid." He turned his laser-like gaze on his subordinate.

"Uh...oh...n..no, sir, absolutely not! I mean, yes, it's because of embarrassment. I completely did not picture you and Emily at all, sir, I swear." He stopped short when Emily burst out laughing.

"Calm down, Reid. Hotch was joking."

"Oh." Reid looked relieved.

Emily smiled at Hotch. "Good one, honey. So I was wondering if you were free to have lunch with me today?"

He checked his watch. "Sorry sweetheart. I've got a meeting in half an hour."

"Oh, okay," she said, disappointed. "Will you be long? Maybe I can wait." She was bored to death after only being home for a week. In that time, she had already cleaned the house from top to bottom and rearranged all the cupboards with the exception of Hotch's office. You interfered with his filing system at your peril.

"Uh, no. The meeting's at the...field office, so it'll take a while for me to get back."

Emily looked at him suspiciously. She hadn't missed the slight hesitation just before he said field office. But he was looking straight at her, so he couldn't have been lying... right? "Well, maybe next time."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said bending down to kiss her cheek, "I would have really liked to have lunch with you." He looked genuinely disappointed and her suspicions faded. Although not completely. Something was not quite right, she could feel it. "I promise I won't be late getting home tonight. Maybe we can rent a dvd to watch?"

"Sure."

"I have to run. I'll call you later, all right?"

She nodded. "See you later."

Emily watched as Hotch walked out the glass doors to the elevator, then came to a decision. "Reid, have you got anything urgent on right now?"

Reid looked surprised. "Uh no... why?"

"Come on, you're coming with me." She took his hand and started to follow Hotch, pulling Reid along with her.

"What? But where are we going?"

"Something's not right. Hotch is hiding something from me. I can feel it."

"Oh, no, Emily, I'm sure he's not. Really."

Morgan appeared next to them. "Hey guys, what's happening? Where are you going?"

The elevator arrived and Emily stepped in, dragging Reid in when he hesitated. "Come on! We're going to lose him."

"Lose who?" Morgan asked, looking intrigued. He quickly joined them in the elevator.

"Emily thinks Hotch is hiding something from her," muttered Reid, looking disgruntled as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

"No way, princess. Hotch would never do the dirty on you."

She narrowed her eyes at Morgan in displeasure. "Thanks for that Morgan, I was trying really hard to keep that thought out of my head until right now."

"Sorry, but you know it's true."

"Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough." The elevator doors opened and she strode determinedly to her SUV. She looked back to see Morgan and Reid staring after her. "Are you guys coming?"

They looked at each other and hurried after her. "We're only coming to keep you out of trouble," called out Morgan.

"In that case, how about you drive." Emily tossed him the car keys.

"Bossy much?" muttered Morgan as they all got in.

"Look, there's Aaron, step on it."

Morgan accelerated smoothly and managed to just get through the boomgate before it fell, saving them a few seconds.

"Don't let him see you and don't lose him, Morgan, or I'm going to have your balls."

"Damn, Emily, if this is how you act in public, I don't even want to know what you do to your man at home." Morgan slowed down to let a car cut in, so that there were now three cars between them and Hotch's SUV.

"You know, I used to think I was feeling pissed off because I had PMS, but then I realised no, actually, I'm just a bitch all the time. PMS has nothing to do with it." Emily suppressed a smile at Reid's startled look in her rearview mirror. "This is nothing, though. Wait till you see me riled up with all these pregnancy hormones running amuck through my body."

"I'm sure Hotch is just heading to his meeting, like he told you," offered Reid, obviously trying to calm her.

"Oh yeah?" Emily felt her heart drop. "Then why is he taking a turn out into the suburbs?"

"Um, Morgan, you left your gun behind, right?" said Reid nervously.

I'll post the next chapter really soon, while I work on my next chapter for my Email fic. Thanks for reading!