"Statistically, two women on the same team within the FBI being pregnant is not highly probable." That was the first thing said after Hotch's announcement. Reid's eyes were wide, and it was apparent the boy was shocked. "Especially considering that teams within the FBI with more than one female member are often very rare."

"That's all you have to say?" Morgan demanded of the younger profiler.

Reid looked at him puzzled, before returning his gaze back to his superior. "Wait a minute…did you say…Hotch?"

"Yes, Reid." Hotch said, fighting the smallest of smiles at Reid's reaction. "I said it. I am the father."

"Holy shit!" Reid yelped, dropping his leather bag from where he carried it. Files and books spilled out of the flap he'd forgotten to fasten. "No way!"

"Yes, way." Emily said, Hotch could see her own lips twitching. It was so stereotypically Reid of a reaction. Hotch also hadn't missed how she'd yet to look at Morgan. It was telling. His hand moved behind her back, coming to rest on her waist. He pulled her to his side, an unmistakable claiming and comforting action that none of the other men missed. He saw it in their gazes—one amused, one shocked, and one…angry.

"Morgan?" Hotch prompted. Normally he'd let the other man work it out for himself, but he could sense how it was upsetting Emily. Hotch wouldn't stand for that, not when he could fix it.

"How long?" The younger man's voice was tight.

"Six weeks." Emily admitted, eyes soft and pleading as she looked at first Hotch and then Derek. Then she straightened, becoming the coolly composed agent they were all used to seeing. "We were debating the best way to tell you. We wanted to tell the entire team together."

"I see." Morgan waited a minute. Then he surprised them all by stepping toward her and wrapping her in a tight hug. He whispered something in her ear that only she heard. A small smile touched her lips, and a moment of clear understanding was contained in the look she sent him when he'd pulled away. He smiled at her, and Hotch knew immediately that the two of them would be ok.

"We need to get moving. We can continue this discussion later. Don't mention it to JJ and Garcia," Hotch said.

"I want to tell them myself." Emily said, firmly. The three other men nodded, and then they were back to business.

DEREKTHEDEFENDERDEREKTHEDEFENDER

In light of the recent news, Emily was elected to stay behind at the Louisville Metro PD to work victimology. Hotch took a few moments after the assignments had been given to make sure she knew he hadn't chosen her to stay behind out of an urge to protect her (although he was certainly glad of that result) but because he wanted to give the men time to adjust to the new situation—he knew that regardless of what they said, the team could be a bit protective with the female members, even Emily—and because something about the victimology was off, and he trusted her to find it. He'd squeezed her elbow, a habit he'd developed in the last six weeks, and one he had no intention of ever breaking. It was one of the few physical expressions of his feelings he'd allow himself while in the work eye. When back in his hotel room, he'd be free to touch her however he wanted. She'd nodded, and their eyes had met. She'd smiled, before adding. "But we do need to talk about how this will affect my time in the field, Hotch. I'm not going to be sidelined, any more than JJ was—probably less than JJ was."

He'd nodded, though he'd not been happy.

"Morgan, you and I'll go to the Indiana side of the water, talk to the parents of our first victim. Dave, you and Reid, talk to the second. And the husband." He ordered a few minutes later.

"There has to be a reason he chose those particular areas," Dave began. "I can't put my finger on it. Reid and I will check the county public access point as well. Officer Compton said it was directly across from the New Albany Indiana side."

"Good. Any questions?" Hotch asked, looking around at his team. Reid and Dave both nodded, and he knew they were one hundred percent clear on the next step. Morgan still wouldn't meet Hotch's eyes, and the team leader sighed. He'd have to have a talk with him, clear the air.

It had been two hours since they'd told the men about them and about the baby. He'd known telling the team about him and Emily would be difficult, and he probably should have expected that Derek, of all of them, would be the most angered. The younger man hadn't said two words to Hotch that weren't work related since then. They'd grown quite close, Morgan and Emily, over the last year and a half, and Hotch knew that after Morgan had been released from the hospital, it had been Emily who'd assumed the lion's share of taking care of him between the hospital release and his home recovery.

What he hadn't expected was the depth of Morgan's anger. The younger man kept quiet the entire walk to the SUV. Hotch waited until they were in the vehicle. "Want to get it off your chest?"

"What the hell were you thinking?" Morgan exploded, fist hitting the dash. "Do we need to take you to the nearest vet and get you neutered or something? This is Emily! Our Emily!"

"I'm well aware of that." Hotch said. He ignored the blatant insubordination of it all. It wasn't employee Morgan raging at him, but protective friend Derek "And its because it is Emily, that this even happened. This is not something that happened lightly, nor is it something I regret. The exact opposite."

"I didn't even know you two were together!"

"No one did." Hotch sighed, knowing the next part would be the tough part. "It wasn't planned, it wasn't intentional. And at the time, it wasn't something we intended repeating. No matter how much I wanted to."

"One night stand?" Morgan's face showed even more anger. "You screwed her, and damned the consequences? Emily?"

"It wasn't like that!" Hotch said, anger and passion rising faster than either man could have expected. "Not with her! Hell, if I'd had my way we would have told you all that very next morning!"

"So she doesn't want this?" Morgan asked. "You're pressuring her?"

"Morgan, I understand you are her friend, but this really isn't completely your business, is it? It's between Emily and myself. I'm happy about this. And she is, too. We know there will be problems. The BAU, the team, Strauss. Even Hayley, and Emily's mother. But we have no choice but to work this out, between us. All I'm asking is that you don't make it any more difficult for her." Hotch utilized all of his skills as a prosecutor to rein in his emotions. "She's terrified, right now. I don't want her upset unnecessarily. She respects your opinion, we both do. And she was apprehensive about telling you most of all. Be as pissed at me as you want. I can take it. But give her a break, and your understanding. She'll bare the brunt of this, and I need you to help me deflect some of the fallout. For her."

Morgan nodded. "But if you hurt her anymore, Hotch, boss or no boss, I'll deck you. Pound you into the ground."

"Agreed. And I won't fight back if you do. Now can we go? I want to get this case solved and get back to Virginia, as soon as possible. For all our sakes."

"Let's roll."