Once they were back at the apartment, Penelope sat on her couch, pulling out her laptop as she rested her legs on the coffee table. "Thank you," she said as she took the mug from Kevin's hand.

"Just email them, Plum Sauce. The worst that can happen is you don't hear from them and we go in to the appointment blind. I have all the information I need right now, thanks to that stroke scare last year."

She nodded and called up Gmail. Starting a new message, she stared at the cursor, watching it blink. "It mocks me, Kevin."

"What does, Penny?" he asked as he sat next to her, pulling out his own laptop.

"The cursor. I don't have any idea what I want to say to them."

"Just ask for a copy of your mom's medical records. You'll probably have to look in public records for your father, though. I'm not sure if they would have kept something that didn't affect them."

She laughed nervously and leaned against him. "Why does this make me so upset and nervous? Fine, I'll just get it over with, like taking off a Band-Aid." Taking a deep breath, she placed her fingers on the keyboard and began to type. Hi everyone, I know we haven't talked in a long time, and that's partly my fault. I've been in a relationship with someone for four years now, and we just found out we're going to be parents. Which is why I'm writing you. My OB wants to know as much about our medical history as possible. Do one of you have Mom's medical records? And on a long shot, my father's? I hope to hear from you soon. Penny

Adding their names to the address line, she hovered over the send button. "Just click it, sweetie pie." Penelope nodded and clicked the button, releasing the breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. "Do you feel better now?"

"A little, yeah." Her phone rang and she picked it up, looking at the display. "It's Morgan." Kevin nodded as she answered. "Hey, boo. How's the case going?"

"All right, I suppose. I hate the other tech. He's so slow compared to you. But how are you feeling?"

"Better this morning. Did Kevin tell you our good news?"

"No, he didn't. What news do you have, Baby Girl?"

"We're going to have a baby! If I'm right, I'm about two months along."

"That's wonderful news, Penny!" In the background, she could hear Hotch calling everyone together. "Sorry, Baby Girl, but that's my cue to get back to work. We'll talk later, okay?"

"Sure. I'll be in the office tomorrow, too, so everything will be better for you guys, too." Penelope hung up and set her phone on the table. "What are you doing?"

"Looking up what we're going to have to look forward to. I'm going to have to give you a lot more backrubs."

"Why?"

"Your breasts already bother your back at times, and it says here that due to milk production, they can grow about two cup sizes or more."

"Great. What else is there?" she asked as she curled up into his side.

"The sickness will continue for about another two months, but if it gets too bad, we can ask for something to calm your gag reflex. You'll want to gain about twenty five pounds, but the doctor will tell us if we're putting on too much or too little." He turned a little green and she wondered what he was looking at. Turning the laptop so she could see it, she felt herself blanch.

"Wow, I am so glad I can't watch myself give birth."

"Yeah, but I can." He kissed her forehead lightly. "But if I can stay above the waist during labor, we should be fine."

Penelope shook her head as she giggled. "I can just have Jayje in the room if you think it's going to bother you that much. After all, she's been through this once before."

He nodded. "Maybe she could help us out during labor. It would be nice to have someone with experience coach us through."

"True, true." She got up and refilled her mug of tea and grabbed a banana off the counter before rejoining Kevin.

The hours passed and Penelope checked her email almost constantly. There was nothing from her brothers and she felt her heart sink a little more each time there was no word. "Honey, don't work yourself up so. I don't think that it's very good for the baby."

"I know, but I just want a reply."

"Not everyone is attached to the internet like we are. Come on, let's get you to bed."

"Aren't you staying tonight?"

"No, I have my League of Legends campaign tonight. I'll bring by lunch, though, tomorrow." He helped her up and led her over to the bed. "I love you, Penelope Garcia."

"I love you, too, Kevin Lynch." She kissed him gently and then got into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. "I hope you guys win tonight."

"I know we will, what with your well wishes." He bent and kissed her once more before leaving the apartment. She was asleep in moments, a smile on her face.

In the morning, she showered and then got dressed. Pinning up her hair, she quickly did her makeup before eating some toast and heading out for the day. Looking over the notes from the other tech, she quickly got herself caught up and continued to run the searches he had started.

On her personal laptop, she kept refreshing her mail, hoping for some news from just one of her brothers. At ten, Morgan called and she smiled widely. "Hey Sugar!"

"How're you feeling today, Baby Girl?"

"Wonderful, but a bit distracted."

"Why's that?"

"I'm waiting for my brothers to get back to me. I guess the OB wants a complete family health history when we go see her. And you know I have a bit of a blank slate there." She sighed. "I hope the baby smoothes things over with his family. They haven't talked to me since I rejected his proposal."

"I thought you were going to have dinner with them last week?"

"They bailed at the last minute. So, what did you need?"

"How are those searches coming?"

She looked them over and told him what the results were. "I hope this helps."

"I'm sure it will, Penelope. And don't worry about your brothers, okay? Everything will work out. Oh, and be sure to call Mama. She'll love to hear she's have a pseudo-grandbaby."

"Sure. Talk to you later." She disconnected the call and went back to her work. Shortly before lunch, she checked her email and saw a reply from her youngest older brother, Joey. Instantly, her palms began to sweat and her stomach roiled a little. Her door opened, revealing Kevin. "Hi, Kev."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, you noticed. I got an email from Joey."

"And have you opened it yet?" he asked as he sat down on her desk, handing her the bag of food.

"No. I don't want to see what he's written." She took out the container and spork and began to eat so that she wouldn't have to answer any more questions.

"You can't get out of this so easily, Plum Sauce. I'll open it and read it aloud while you eat." She nodded and he turned the screen so that he could see it. "Hi, Penny. It's so nice to hear from you. I know we didn't exactly part on good terms, and I'm sorry for that. Congratulations on the baby, by the way. Sarah and I had our first earlier this year, and he's a Joey, too. I was trying to get up the courage to contact you, and then your email came. Anyway, you wanted to know about Mom and Richard. I scanned in all the info I could find and attached it as a PDF. See, you're not the only one good with a computer! Oh, and if you want to call, and I hope you do, you can reach me at 616-555-8930. Love you, Sis! Joey."

Kevin looked up at her and she wiped away her tears quickly. "That went better than I expected it to. So, what does the PDF say?"

She watched Kevin click on the file and read through the contents. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Here, check them out." He handed the laptop to her and she scrolled through the documents.

As she looked over the information, she noticed something odd to her. "Honey, could you look something up for me?"

"What do you need me to find?" he asked, taking a seat in front of one of her babies.

"Can you see if A positive and O positive blood types can make a B negative baby?"

She listened to him tapping away at the keyboard, hoping that it could be true. What she remembered from high school biology told her otherwise, though, so she twisted her fingers in her skirt anxiously. "Are you sure your blood type is B negative, Plum Sauce? That's a really rare blood type."

"How rare?"

"Two percent of the population rare. And if your parents were both positive blood types, there's no possible way for you to have negative blood." He turned and looked at her. "Maybe your dad's not your dad?"

"Maybe," she replied softly, feeling close to tears. "But why wouldn't Mom have told me?" He shrugged and pulled her into a tight hug, rubbing her back gently as she cried.