AN/ Alright, so we're winding down but I just have to say thanks for all of the reviews. Y'all are great. AND, I would NOT be updating all of these stories without SSBAILEY'S awesome help. She's a great writer and a good friend, and now...on with the show.
Rossi knocked gently on the front door of the small home, determined to get answers. Reid had uncomfortably admitted that he wasn't sure confronting JJ was the best plan, so Dave had dropped off the young genius on his way to the couple's home.
"Hey." A weary looking Derek Morgan looked up in surprise. "Why don't you come in?"
"You look like hell." Rossi laughed as Morgan rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah, JJ's sick and Henry was crying all night--wasn't exactly a night at the Hilton." Morgan mused.
"I see what you mean" Dave laughed as the house phone started to right, which also woke up a now screaming Henry.
"Hang on a second. I swear if this is that Patty woman again I'll..." Morgan cursed, picking up the cordless phone. "Hello, Montogmery Residence. This is Josh."
"Agent Morgan this is Agent Scott Wood, I'm head of the Salt Lake field office. I just thought you should know that there's been another couple murdered."
"When?" Morgan ground out. "And where?"
"Around midnight last night from what the Davis County Coroner could tell. Embry and Sarah Burgess were found in North Salt Lake."
"But that's just--" Morgan calculated, remembering seeing the sign marking the city limits.
"About three miles from where you're team is undercover." The agent on the line confirmed.
"Great." Morgan groaned, hanging up to look at Rossi. "We've got another set of victims."
"Where at?" Rossi inquired.
"A couple of miles from here. Let's go before--"
"And compromise our covers?" Rossi asked. "We've got to have a logical reason to be there before we can just waltz in. The whole point of this is to draw out the UnSub, I don't think we can realistically jump back into the investigation without alerting the UnSub to who we are."
Morgan groaned in annoyance, "You're right."
"Hey my dark chocolate wonderman--" Garcia called from down the hall where she was pressumably settling a still screaming Henry. "Do you guys have any cold medicine for my main man Henry?" She asked, coming into full view with the furious toddler. "Hey Rossi, welcome to the humble house of sickness."
"Thanks Garcia." Rossi chuckled at the other woman's exhuberance.
"Anytime Sugar. But for now, Sir, why don't you make yourself useful and finish cleaning the dishes in the sink." She ignored Rossi's obvious surprise and turned on her heels. "Now where is that cold medicine?"
"You don't really think she's pregnant, do you? I mean, it would have to be Morgan's if she was..." Emily mumbled as she and Hotch sat down to eat a light lunch. Morgan had called earlier to inform them about the newest murders and she was trying to distract herself from not being able to view the crime scene by obsessing over if her team mate was pregnant. She attempted to assure herself that the reason she was focused on whether JJ was pregnant or not had only to do with her blonde friend's happiness and not the fact that the baby would be Derek Morgan's.
"Prentiss I really don't want to talk about this." Hotch interrupted, glaring at her. "And it's none of our business if she is or isn't pregnant. Until is interfere's with her ability to be a member of this team and do her job."
"So you'd just let them compromise this whole operation?" Emily asked, quirking her eyebrow in surprise.
"I expect them to both be professional. If they continue to adequately do the job, I can't intervene." He said coldly.
It didn't take a profiler to see the agitation on his face. "It just makes me wonder." Emily admitted aloud.
"What?" Hotch asked quickly, fighting the annoyance in his voice.
"Nothing" Emily answered quickly, knowing that if she wanted to survive this mission it would be in her best interest to stop speculating about her co-worker. The look on Hotch's face proved that.
"Tell Patty thanks for the soup" JJ said as she handed Morgan back her tray from dinner. "It was surprisingly good."
"Oh good, that means she didn't poison it." Morgan teased, handing JJ her next dose of medicine. Ever since Dave had left earlier in the day he had taken to caring for JJ while Garcia took care of Henry. "So Dave came over earlier..."
"And?"
"And he had some pretty interesting questions to ask me. I kinda felt like he was your father and I was asking him to take you to prom." Morgan shuddered, "And I thought Hotch had a glare that could kill."
JJ gave a half-hearted chuckle at the thought of their dark haired unit chief and David Rossi teaming up against Derek. The poor sap would have no chance. Before she could add her own witty remark, a coughing fit overtook her.
"How are you feeling?" Morgan asked with genuine concern as her cough subsided.
"Like I'm going to die." JJ smiled jokingly, but her eyes informed him that she was deadly serious.
"I'm sorry. Do you wanna try and take a shower?"
"No offense, but I don't think I can do it on my own and I'd rather Garcia or Emily help me." JJ admitted, "I know we're supposed to be married and all, but..."
"Relax, I get it." Morgan reassured, smiling. Pulling out his cell phone, he continued, "I'll call Em and see if she can stop by since Garcia's watching Henry."
"Thanks Derek...I mean Josh."
"Don't mention it." Morgan mumbled, listening to the ringing phone. "That's weird, she's not answering. Oh wait, it sounds like someone just picked up."
"Morgan, what's up? Emily's...busy." Hotch answered.
"Umm...nothing. Can you just have her call JJ when she gets a chance?" Morgan asked, his eyes wide with shock. Hearing Hotch promise to inform Emily that JJ wanted her to call her, he hung up saying, "Okay thanks. Bye."
"What's up?" JJ questioned, taking in his stunned appearance.
"Well..Hotch just answered the phone and he was completely out of breath...and he said Emily was busy." Morgan muttered, shaking his head a little, "You don't think they are..?"
JJ gulped, trying to fight feelings of jealousy that she had no business feeling. "No, I mean it's Hotch." She argued.
"Yeah," Derek laughed, despite the sinking feeling in his stomach, "And Emily." The pair chuckled at the unlikely couple but neither was willing to voice the lingering fear that was exactly what was happening.
