The moment Jotch became my OTP was when JJ told the team that she was pregnant and I interpreted him as being upset. I decided to write a fic about them dealing with her second pregnancy, so I hope you enjoy! I haven't written in a while so this fic won't be that long, it's mostly to get me back into writing. I also apologize for any mistakes I tried to edit the best I could.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

JJ took a shaky breath and knocked twice on the door in front of her. It had been a long time since she had been one of the last people in the office, and she found the quite atmosphere to be comforting in the familiar way. Of course he was always here, just as he had been back then.

"Come in," Hotch said softly on the other side of the door. JJ pushed open the door and gave him a gentle wave and smile. "JJ what are you still doing here?" He asked.

"Well I figured I'd try and beat you at last out of the office for once just for old time's sake," she said lightly causing him to chuckle.

Hotch lifted a stack of papers from his desk. "I think I'll have you beat again," he said.

"Oh if you're busy then I don't want to bother you," JJ said quickly.

"You're not a bother JJ," Hotch said firmly, the way he was looking at her sent butterflies to her stomach. Or maybe it was just what she had to say.

"Thank you," JJ nodded, taking the seat across from his desk.

"So what's up JJ?" Hotch asked.

"Um well it looks like Kate's not the only one who is pregnant," JJ announced. She could have sworn she saw his smile falter for a fraction of a second.

"JJ congratulations!" He forced out through his gritted smile, hoping she couldn't tell . "Who else knows?"

"Well Will," she answered. "...and you."

Hotch raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "When are you due?"

"You're stuck with me for six more months," JJ teased.

"I can't say that I mind," Hotch laughed. His forced smile relaxed into a genuine one. JJ deserved this. "Why don't we sort out everything tomorrow it's getting late."

"You're right," JJ agreed. She took a few of the files off of his stack and opened the first one.

"What are you doing?" Hotch asked.

"I'm decreasing your workload," JJ answered.

"JJ-" he began to protest.

"We used to always go over cases together," JJ reminded. "Besides Henry and Will are in New Orleans for the weekend. I won't be missed."

"Jack and Jessica are visiting his grandparents," Hotch shared.

"No other big Friday night plans?" JJ inquired, she had heard Rossi boasting a few weeks ago that he had set the unit chief up with some woman in a bar, but JJ had never been brave enough to seek the truth from the man himself.

"No," Hotch answered shortly. He gave a sigh when he realized how harsh his tone could have come across. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," JJ assured. She began to attempt to read the file in front of her, but she couldn't take her eyes off the man in front of her. Clearly something was on his mind, he had been 'reading' the same page of his own file for an uncharisticaly long amount of time. "Is everything okay?" She asked.

Hotch looked up, snapped out of his own daze of self pity. Unwarranted self pity, he had known all along that he had missed his shot, it was just easier to pretend he hadn't. "I'm fine," he answered. "I think I might be working too hard. I'm just going to head home and finish over the weekend."

"Oh um okay," JJ responded softly as he began to put their files into his briefcase. "I'm pretty hungry, and I don't want to eat alone." She watched her suggestion hang in the air.

Hotch contemplated her offer. Any other time he would do anything she suggested, but tonight he was tempted to just go home and finish his bottle of wiskey Dave had gifted him.

"Never mind," JJ said quickly when he saw his hesitant reaction. "Sorry to bother you." All she wanted to now was get out as quickly as possible. He stood there in silence as she basically sped walked to the door.

"JJ," Hotch said as she was retreating through the door. "You're never a bother," he affirmed. "I was just thinking of where we could go to eat."

"Are you sure?" She asked. The last thing she wanted was for him to only be spending time with her because he felt sorry for her.

"Absolutly," Hotch nodded. "I'll meet you at the elevator once I get my things."

...

JJ frowned at their waitress's back, as her request for more iced tea went unnoticed yet again. "Excuse me," she coughed.

The brunette in her early thirties turned away from her blatant flirting with Hotch to roll her eyes at JJ. "What can I get for you?"

"I asked for another iced tea," JJ said.

"I'll bring that right back for you," she chirped, disappearing into the crowd of the dark bar.

"I think our waitress is playing favorites," JJ pouted. "She probably spit on my food, did you hear the way she told me to 'enjoy'?"

Hotch chuckled, "I think you're being a little paranoid."

JJ feigned offence, "I'll have you know a waitressed one summer and some of the girls would spit on people's food all time."

"But never you?" Hotch questioned.

"Nope," JJ said proudly. "But believe me I was tempted, some people are just so rude."

Hotch laughed, "I'm afraid I'm not as good as you."

"What did you do?" JJ asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I've never told anyone this," he admitted. "But when I was in high school I worked in a coffee shop and there was this guy who always gave me a rough time, so when ever he ordered regular coffee I would give him decafe. It was quite devious."

JJ laughed loudly as their waitress returned with her iced tea. She slammed the drink down out of JJ's reach and sauntered away. "And that's the worst thing you've ever done?" JJ inquired.

"I never said that," Hotch said as he took another sip of his scotch.

"Aaron Hotchner I am surprised!" JJ exclaimed. Her laughter settled into a smile and she could see that he was genuinely smiling as well. His eyes were light with joy, a look that she so deeply missed. "I've missed coming here," she said.

"Me too," Hotch agreed. "It's been a long time."

"Too long," JJ added. They used to frequent this bar when she was the media liaison. It was walking distance from the bureau and of course it always provided good food during the nights they were at the office past dinner. "I think the last time we were here was-"

"When you told me you were going to become a profiler," Hotch finished.

"Right," JJ said. "God things have changed."

Hotch nodded his agreement, finishing his scotch. Unfortunately the only change he was ever able to focus on was his change of dynamic with JJ.

"Are you finished?" JJ asked.

"Yes," Hotch answered. "Can we please have the check?" He asked their waitress as she approached the table.

"Of course," her hand lingered on Hotch's arm, and JJ cleared her throat.

She returned with the check and Hotch didn't even let it hit the table before he picked it up. "How much do I owe you?" JJ asked, athough she knew what his response was.

"Nothing," he answered.

"Nice try," JJ countered. "I ordered more than you, and this was my idea." She reached across the table and grabbed the booklet out of his hands.

"I propose our old game," Hotch suggested. "Whoever guesses further away from the bill pays."

"No," JJ said. "Please stop being so chivalrous."

"Okay I will guess first," Hotch said with a smirk. "One hundred dollars."

JJ rolled her eyes. "Okay I guess one hundred and one."

"JJ you have to actually try," he teased.

"This is stupid we'll just each pay what we owe," JJ ordered as she read the check. "But it looks like you've got the tip," she chuckled when she saw the waitress had scribbled her number at the bottom of the check.

Hotch chuckled and threw a few bills on the table. "I can't believe she would hit on you," JJ huffed.

"Ouch," Hotch teased.

"It's a Friday night and we're clearly having a nice time," JJ muttered. "It's just rude."

"Ready to go?" Hotch smiled, slightly pleased with JJ's obvious jealousy.

"Yes please," JJ said as she followed him into the cool night. Suddenly she wished she hadn't left her coat back at the office. As if reading her mind Hotch draped his jacket over her shoulders.

"You didn't have to-"

"I'm not cold," Hotch assured. "Think of it was my way of thanking you for allowing me to have such a nice time tonight."

JJ smiled, "I meant what I said about missing it. Maybe while I'm pregnant I can go back to being a liaison temporarily."

"Would you want that?" Hotch asked. He guided her around a corner.

"Where are we going?" JJ asked.

"Another route back to the office," Hotch explained. "It's too late to walk down those roads."

"Oh well yes I would," JJ answered his question.

"I think Garcia's going to be offended you told me you were pregnant before her," Hotch said.

"She'll understand...maybe," JJ responded. "I just know how much of a mess it was in New York last time."

"Right," Hotch breathed, remembering how immature he had acted, practically bolting away from her. The tightness he felt in his chest that night returned.

"I know that as my boss and my friend it probably hurt you that I didn't tell you about it sooner," JJ said remembering his reaction herself.

"That's not what upset me JJ," Hotch said before he could stop himself. Fortunately they were now in the Quantico parking lot.

"What do you mean?" JJ asked.

"Nothing," he shook his head. "Goodnight."

"No Aaron!" JJ protested, but she was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. Hotch strod waiting as she pulled it out of her purse. Will.

"You should get that," Hotch said. "And I should get home. I'll see you Monday." JJ watched him get into his car before answering her phone.

"Hey,"