A/N: sorry it took so long to post, been busy with school. R/R please!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Criminal Minds, I only own my own characters.

Hannah woke up with a jump and looked at the clock on her bedside table.

She groaned, realizing it was only half past three.

"What's going on?" Derek asked, yawning and reaching for his gun.

"Nothing, nothing, go back to bed," Hannah said, mentally laughing at her husband's reaction. "I just had a bad dream Derek. Little baby Morgan has brought quite a few of those lately, he or she seems to think that it's funny to give Mommy a heart attack in the middle of the night."

"Well try to sleep honey," Derek said, already drifting back into his own little dream world.

Hannah didn't have the courage to explain to him what the nightmare was about; she knew that her husband still faced his own nightmares on a daily basis.


The next day they were all sitting in the bullpen, awaiting their latest assignment when Hannah approached JJ.

"Hey Jayje, can I talk to you about something?" Hannah asked, still a little shaken up from her dream the night before.

"Sure Hannah, what's going on?" JJ asked, becoming worried at the sight of her disheveled friend.

"When you were pregnant with Henry, did you get nightmares? I usually don't have them, but last night I did and well, I'm not sure if it's a pregnancy thing or a Hannah thing."

"Oh, that's all it is?" JJ asked, feeling relieved that the problem was not more serious. "Yeah, when I was pregnant with Henry, I had nightmares for the first couple months, totally natural. Plus add in our jobs, I'm surprised you haven't been having them for longer."

"Thanks JJ, I was just scared and was debating on whether or not I should tell Derek, probably best not to worry him though, especially if it's nothing," Hannah explained, feeling relieved.

"No problem Hannah, and you may want to share with Derek anyway, if I know him, he's going to want to be a part of every last aspect of this, especially the parts that frighten you."

"I'll try to remember that, thanks again Jayje."


They had a case that night, they were in Georgia, some psychopath had been killing blond hair and brown eyed women in the Atlanta area, local police had invited the team into the case.

They had been in Atlanta for a week, they knew who had done it, but they couldn't arrest without solid proof. Someone had to go undercover, someone that looked his type. There was only one girl on the team that matched the killer's modus operandi, Hannah.

Hannah tried all day to talk to Derek about it, to convince him that she and the baby would be fine, he still wasn't listening to her.

"Look Hannah, we can figure out another way to nail this guy, a way that doesn't put both of your lives in danger," Derek said for the thousandth time, referring to the lives of his wife and unborn child.

"No one else matches the description Derek! We've been over this, I am a trained FBI agent for God's sake," Hannah exclaimed, trying to make her husband see sense. "If I find myself in any danger, I can always call for back up and we will have enough proof to book him. But he won't stop until he's caught, you know him and his profile as well as any of us. Now I am going to go to Hotch, you can either come with me, or mope around here."

"Alright, alright. But I mean it Hannah, first sign of danger, we pull you out. There is no debate on this," Derek said, still reluctant, and still worried for her safety.

"Fair enough, let's go to Hotch now, I want to get this over with so that we can go home."