Everything's Alright
By: Fiona55
Chapter One
Aaron Hotchner spread the newspaper clippings out like puzzle pieces. Eighteen faces, eighteen different smiles, eighteen different names, eighteen different lives. All of them ended by Oklahoma's newest serial killer.
Jennifer Jareau pulled her hair back into a clip and then continued to write her letter to the Tulsa Police Department. Nine of the eighteen women had been murdered in Tulsa. She still had to write a letter to Enid's Police Department, Sapulpa's Police Department, and Glenpool's Police Department.
David Rossi closed his eyes in frustration. The profile said that that he was remorseful because of the way he positioned the bodies, and it also said that he had something keeping him in Oklahoma.
Derek Morgan pressed the end button on his call home. Carl Buford was dead.
Emily Prentiss searched for information on Tulsa, Oklahoma. She had already booked seven rooms at the Doubletree, and her stomach was killing her.
Spencer Reid knew plenty of statistics on Oklahoma. The state bird was the scissortail, it was the site of one of first recent terrorist attacks, and the governor was Mary Fallin. However, he did not know if Kayla Grant still lived there, and he didn't really want to find out.
Penelope Garcia messaged Kevin Lynch. He was acting strangely lately, and she wanted to know why. She was worried about that, and the case in Oklahoma. She was much too overwhelmed.
"Garcia, I need you to come to Oklahoma with us." Hotch said to the blonde technical analyst after they had gone over the case in the bullpen.
"That's fine, sir."
"Prentiss, did you book the rooms at the hotel?"
"Yes, sir" Prentiss said.
"Are you ok, Emily? You look a little green." Derek asked.
"I'm just a bit nauseous."
"Ok."
O.O
The next day, the team was arrived in Tulsa at eleven AM, so after they all got lunch, they went to the police station.
"Prentiss, will you pull Amanda Curry's file?"
"Sure, Hotch. Just…Oh my gosh!" Prentiss said and ran to the trashcan and became violently ill, and promptly passed out.
"Derek, bring the car around. Something's wrong with Prentiss."
"Ok." Derek said and ran to get the car.
"Reid, tell JJ, Rossi, and Garcia what happened with Prentiss."
"I will. Call when you know something."
"Of course." Hotch said and lifted Emily into his arms and carried her to the front where the SUV was waiting.
O.O
"Um, guys? Something's wrong with Prentiss. Morgan and Hotch took her to the ER."
"What happened?" Garcia asked, concern filling her eyes.
"She vomited and then passed out."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was pregnant." JJ said.
"Is Hotch gonna call?"
"He will when they know something."
O.O
"Ms. Prentiss, are you aware that you are 18 weeks pregnant?"
"Excuse me?"
"We ran your blood work, and it confirms that you are pregnant. We did an ultrasound while you were unconscious so we would know if we needed to do a D&C, but your baby is fine."
"Are you sure?"
"We're sure."
O.O
"JJ? I need you to come to the hospital." Emily said into her iPhone.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm…pregnant."
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
(15 minutes later)
"Are you sure you're pregnant?" JJ asked.
"Well, I had a suspicion, but I didn't want to believe it, so I didn't…"
"Do you know who the father is?"
"Yes."
"Is he in the bureau?"
"No. He was a date one night."
"Ok. Do you want me to call Hotch?"
"Yeah…They're gonna put me on desk duty soon. I'm eighteen weeks."
"I'll call him."
Hey! This is a new multi-chapter! I'm deleting Letters to the Dead ): Sorry, but I'm lost. I'll leave it up for a few weeks and if I don't have any inspiration by then, I will delete.
So, what do you think about this one? I love reviews, so…make me happy and review. I love good and bad reviews, so that if it is bad, I can make it better! Thanks you guys!
Ciao!
Fiona