(JJ's POV)

-1 hour later-

"Goal!" I said excitedly and Henry laughed as the ball rolled past the two orange pins. I switched places with Henry. "Now you're the goalie!" I smiled and he smiled happily back. I easily brought the ball to my side with my feet and dribbled it near Henry, but purposely messed up. He picked it up and laughed with accomplishment.

"I saved it!"

"Yes, you did!" I said happily. A raindrop fell on my cheek and I looked up, seeing a large rain cloud right above us. "Alright buddy. Time to go inside."

"But I don't want to," Henry moped and I rubbed his hair.

"I know but it's raining," I said and headed to the front door, Henry trailing closely behind me. "We can come back outside if the rain stops later, ok?"

"Ok," Henry said, still moping. I opened the door for him and he walked in. I entered as well and closed the door behind us. And locked it.

Henry went into the living room and looked eagerly behind him at me. "Can I watch cartoons?"

"Sure, but not for too long. I want you to read some pages of that book you've been reading later," I said. Henry quickly turned on the TV and I went into the kitchen. I checked my phone again and there was still no text or missed call from any of the team. I found it hard to believe that there was no case. I went into my contacts and called Garcia. It ringed for a few seconds before she picked up.

"How're you doing?" She asked immediately.

"I'm ok, really," I said, a little annoyed. "Is there a case today?"

"...No there isn't one. Why would there be one? I didn't text or call you that there was one, so I don't know why you'd think that-" she said quickly and I could already tell that she was lying.

"Garcia..."

"Look, I'm sorry, but Hotch doesn't want you coming in today. He thinks you should have this one off."

"I don't need to be babied," I said, a little angry now. "Did they leave already?"

"Yes."

"Is the reason he didn't call me in because of Hastings?" I asked, instinctively putting my hand over my stomach. Garcia didn't answer and I got impatient. "Garcia."

"Yes," she answered, obviously reluctant.

"Look," I said, a little more quietly since Henry was in the other room. "I know this wasn't your fault or your idea. But please know that...I don't appreciate you guys going behind my back like this. I'm fine. I'll be fine. You guys don't need to hide things from me. Please just...let Hotch know what I said."

"I will...and I'm sorry," Garcia said sadly.

"It's ok. Just call me in for the next case," I said. I hung up and looked over at Henry. His blonde hair and light eyes. Exactly like mine. Would this child still look like me? Or would he have Hastings's eyes? His smile? His face? Could I live with that?

-Meanwhile-

(Hotch's POV)

Morgan hung up his phone and looked to me.

"JJ called Garcia and Garcia told her we had a case today," he said.

"How'd JJ take it?" I asked, regarding how she took the news that I didn't want her working this case due to the events of last night.

"She's...pretty mad about it," Morgan sighed. "Doesn't want us 'babying her'. Those were Garcia's exact words when she told me what JJ said."

"Well, I don't really blame her," Blake said. "No one wants to be viewed as vulnerable or weak."

"That's the thing," I replied. "I don't think she's weak. I just think she needs time to get her head straight and to relax. She's stressed and that isn't good for the baby."

"That baby," Morgan said a little angrily. "Is Hastings's. I couldn't care less what happens to it."

"JJ is keeping it," Reid spoke up.

"What?!" Morgan asked quickly.

"She told me. Last week. She said she's keeping it for sure. So, if she wants to keep it, we should all be concerned for the baby's health as well," Reid said with a defensive tone. Morgan looked down, feeling a little guilty about what he just said about the baby's safety.

"Enough talking about this. We have a serial killer on a spree in Kansas City who has another victim with him right now. Let's get to work and we'll worry about JJ later."