A/n Thanks to all who continue to review or send personal messages. As usual, this is for you.
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When JJ awoke, and began her daily visit to the toilet to puke, it was snowing. Not a blizzard thank God, just tiny little flakes that the kids out side where trying to catch with their tongues. She stood at the bedroom window a few minutes later, and wondered when the desire to do that had left her. Would her babies do that when they were grade school age? She supposed they would.
What kind of kids would they be full of energy, and athletic like her . Would they be like Spence, sweet and gentle, with large intellects? Or would they be a mix of both of us.
She hoped they would be like her wonderful husband, only less socially awkward. She knew if either one of them had anything to say about it, the kids wouldn't suffer through childhood the way Spence had. She wouldn't allow it. If they were really smart, she'd make sure they went to private schools for gifted kids, so they could have friends with the same talents.
Hey… you're thinking really far ahead Jen, shouldn't you be worried about things like, when the morning sickness will end, or how much longer you'll fit into your wardrobe?
She supposed it was a little early to worry about such things. Maybe it was the snow that put her in the mood she was in, or it could be just the surging hormones. She place a hand on her stomach, and thought maybe she should write in a journal like Spence did every night. Last night he'd sat up late with his book, and the letter to his mother. She wondered what Diana Reid would make of twins. Would she finally remember her own daughter?
Her thoughts continued to chase themselves around in her head, and eventually she was thinking about names for the babies. That was another consideration, did she want girls, or boys, or one of each. She told herself with a smile, that it didn't matter; all she wanted were healthy babies. She remembered as a little girl, playing with dolls, and dressing them up. She had declared one day with deep solemnity, that she only wanted baby girls when she grew up. Of course she was seven at the time, and her mother just laughed, and assured her that she wouldn't care when the time came. She giggled at the silly little girl she had been, and a sleep filled voice said behind her.
"What are you laughing at, oh wife of mine?" Spencer sat up in bed, and began wiping the sleep out of his eyes.
JJ moved to the bed, and sat down beside him. He was so cute in the morning, his hair mussed, and his eyes blinking as they adjusted to the morning light. His desire to wake up late, had once been a sore spot in their relationship, she was a morning person, and he was a night owl. Eventually she'd stopped teasing him about it, and he stopped complaining when she would kick him out of bed on the mornings they had to work.
"I was just thinking about when I was a little girl. I told my mother when I was seven, that I only wanted baby girls. I liked playing dress up, and girls had the cutest clothes."
"Is that what you want, two girls?" He didn't care; if they were girls, he wanted two little carbon copies of his Jen.
"I don't care baby; I just want them to be healthy. So tell me, what do you want Spence, boys, or girls, or one of each."
"I don't care Jen, as long as they look like their beautiful mother."
"I want them to look like my handsome husband." She smiled when he flushed, would he ever see himself as an attractive man?
"I was also thinking about names." His eyebrows went up, and he said, "Isn't it a little early to make that decision Jen?"
"I suppose, but it's worth thinking about." She slapped his blanket covered leg, and said, "Come on lazy man, get your cute ass out of bed, we have to go in today."
He pouted, and she giggled again. "Can't we call in sick today?"
"No… you can't call in sick. We have a case we need to get working on, and the good news is that I don't think we'll have to go out of town this time, it's just a consult. Besides, you were the one complaining about all the paper work on your desk."
"Okay, but I got dibbs on the shower."
When he entered the kitchen awhile later, he found his lawfully wedded wife sipping tea, and munching on crackers. There were times when he was envious of her. Being pregnant was kind of cool after all, people paid lots of attention to you, and fell all over themselves making sure you didn't do things, like lift heavy stuff. In a few months the babies would be kicking, and feeling their movements inside of you would be pretty neat in his opinion. However, he'd never envied the morning sickness, or the mood swings.
He put a hand on her shoulder, and she reached up to squeeze it tight. "What are you thinking, Spence?"
"I was thinking about how great it must be for you to have two little people growing inside you. I wish I could experience it."
"You mean you want to throw up every morning, and have swollen ankles, mood swings, hemorrhoids, back pain-"
"What about getting all the attention from people, and feeling the babies kick you." He gently interrupted her.
"I suppose you're right Dr Reid, maybe the good out weighs the bad. I just wish it was over, and they were here so that I can see them, and hold them."
"It's going to be over soon enough and then the real fun begins."
He walked away to hunt up a bagel, which he ate with out the strawberry jam. Jen seemed to be handling things better that morning. He hoped this was a sign that everything was going to be all right.
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By the time they reached Quantico, it was really snowing. Spencer decided that if they weren't needed at a scene somewhere in another state, he was going to turn around, and get Jen back home. He didn't want to get snowed in for the sake of paper work. It could wait until another day. He thanked God for the parking garage, and their four wheel drive SUV.
As usual they kissed each other in the SUV, and by the time the exited the elevator, they resembled barely friendly coworkers. They others on the team thought this was hilarious, but they never laughed in front of the couple. Spencer was amazed that Morgan didn't tease him about their attitude, but he didn't realize that Morgan understood the wisdom of trying to keep work, and personal lives separate. One of these days he wanted to try the same thing with Penelope.
As usual the bull pen was buzzing, Morgan and Elle were chatting at their desks. Morgan was trying to find out who Elle's latest boyfriend was. Elle was successfully evading his inquiries, and Spencer could see it was irritating his partner. He mentally thanked the powers that be that he was married, and didn't have to endure match making attempts from Morgan. In fact, now that he wasn't the object of Morgan's teasing, he quite enjoyed seeing someone else on the receiving end.
Of course it didn't last long, as soon as Morgan saw him, he turned his teasing on the young agent. "Well, if it isn't Prince Spencer, how may we, your humble servants, be of service to your Royal Highness?"
"Shut up Morgan."
"Oh come on, I have a present for you," Morgan said as he reached into his desk, and before Spencer could stop him, he plopped a brightly colored birthday crown on Reid's head.
"Morgan, can't you just let it go for once?" He yanked the crown off of his head, and threw it in the waste paper can.
"Oh come on Reid, you have to admit it was funny."
"At least Jen got the job done, didn't she." He said, extremely proud of his wife.
Morgan decided to change tactics. "So, how was the doctors visit yesterday?"
"It went just fine Derek."
Remember Spencer, if you don't say it, he'll never know you fainted, and you won't have to listen to him laugh about it for the rest of your life.
"So Derek, how's Penelope these days." Good Reid… distraction is good.
He'd never seen Derek Morgan blush before, and knew he'd hit a nerve. Hopefully his partner would stay distracted for awhile. Maybe he would talk to Garcia, and see what she could do about that.
"I don't know what you're talking about Reid." Morgan knew that Reid was hiding something, and he was going to find out what it was, maybe Garcia could sweet talk it out of him.
Hotch entered the bull pen, just as Reid was about to make a sarcastic remark about Morgan and Garcia. His face wore it's usual grim look. Actually, he'd schooled it to look that way before approaching the team. He'd seen, and heard a little of the conversation ,and had actually smiled, but it wouldn't do to let the team see it. After all, someone had to be the straight man.
"Everyone, lets get up to the conference room, we're talking to Sheriff Peters on conference call." Hotch said, and turned away expecting to be followed, which of course he was.
The team had been requested to consult by the Sheriff. He had a serial rapist on his hands. He had some good suspects, but he needed help narrowing them down with a profile, and other information from the BAU. Spencer was glad that this was all they had going for the day as judging by the snowfall, they might have a hard time getting home.
"What do you think Gideon, does he need us to come to Colorado, or will this call suffice." Hotch asked the unit chief.
He secretly hoped they would be staying at Quantico, he was as anxious as Reid to get home, and spend time with Haley and Jack. If the snow quit, he could use Jack as an excuse to go play in it. Haley would know better, but he'd risk her laughter for the chance to build a snowman with his son.
"Personally I think he's your garden variety rapist, disorganized and random. He'll be caught with the profile we give Peters. I don't see us having to go to Denver today."
Had it been anyone but Hotch, they wouldn't have seen how happy Gideon was, not to be going out on a case. Ever since he'd met, and married Stephanie, he was more grounded and relaxed. He was content to spend time with his wife, and Diana instead of chasing psychos all over the country.
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The team sat around the conference table eating lunch. It was still snowing, and everyone was hitting the road after they ate, and before they got snowed in.
"So JJ, when are you guys going to tell us about the ultrasound. I know you have pictures, so lets see them." Garcia said, in a slightly whinny tone that had Elle laughing.
"Geez, Penelope, when did you get so demanding. JJ asked, quiet seriously. She knew the others were just as curious, but leave it up to Garcia to say what the other wouldn't.
"JJ come on already, I wanna see the Baby genius."
"All right, keep your shirt on."
Spencer pulled the ultrasound pictures out of his satchel, and with a sly look at JJ handed them to Garcia. Morgan noted the look, and became extremely suspicious, what were the love birds up to. He watched Garcia study them for a moment, then she looked at JJ and said with a very apologetic tone.
"Honey, I hate to tell you this but they look like little alien babies, are you sure Reid's the father."
Everyone laughed, and then the room suddenly got very quiet. "Wait, did you just say they as in more than one." Morgan's eyes were the size of golf balls, and Reid was worried they might pop out of his head.
"Well of course she did, we are having twins so the correct grammatical form is plural."
"Wait just a God damn minute, when did you," Morgan said, pointing at JJ. "Start sounding like him,"
He turned, and pointed at Reid. "Is this a married thing, or what?"
Then he turned on Garcia as everyone laughed, and yanked the ultrasound picture out of her hands. He studied it for several minutes before rounding on her again. "How could you possibly see two babies, it looks like what you see on a TV screen with really bad reception."
"I just have a talent, I suppose."
He glared at her, and she finally broke down. "Derek Morgan you should see your, face. Reid called me last night, and talked me into a little practical joke on you."
"So I suppose you're all in on it too." Morgan said annoyed that at last Reid had gotten him, but good.
"Well of course, he called Stephanie yesterday, and it's not like she wasn't going to tell me, and it just got out of hand from there." Gideon said, proud that Spencer had pulled off a good joke on Derek, especially after all the teasing he had to endure from his partner.
"Ok, all right, but watch your back, because I will get you for this," he said, eyeing Reid.
"Oh I'm scared Morgan."
The banter went on for the rest of the meal, and when they finished it was time to head out. The snow had tapered off somewhat, and the roads were clear for now, but it was supposed to crank back up at regular commute time.
Gideon was the first to go as he had the longest drive. JJ and Reid headed out next, with Morgan's threats of revenge still echoing in their ears.
Garcia was in her office, she lived the closest, and it took more than a snowstorm to keep her away from her "children." A knock came at her door, and she turned to see Morgan staring at her.
"Come on gorgeous, you're not still mad at me are ya."
Something in his eyes set her belly on fire, he was looking at her in a way she never expected to see, and it left her quite speechless, which was a first.
"I might forgive you if you take off with me right now, leave your babies, and venture out into the snow."
"What did you have in mind sugar?" She hoped it was what she'd wanted for a long time.
"Why don't you come with me and I'll show you."