A/N: So this is just a series of one-shots which follow through the Criminal Minds Series, as specific points of development in the relationship between Spencer Reid and an OC Chris Whyte. They follow the series and are canon with the episodes, with few events in place later that may alter them. Hope you enjoy :) Please read and review.

Set after Episode 3, Season 4 Minimal Loss

Dates To Remember

13 October 2008

Reid set his book onto a large pile of books about pregnancy, and looked at Morgan.

"Did you know that a baby at 36 weeks is gaining weight at the rate of about an ounce a day. It now weighs almost 6 pounds and is more than 18 1/2 inches long. It's shedding most of the downy covering of hair that covered her body as well as the vernix caseosa, the waxy substance that covered and protected her skin during her nine-month amniotic bath. And it swallows both of these substances, along with other secretions, resulting in a blackish mixture, called meconium, will form the contents of her first bowel movement." he said excitedly. Fatherhood was really a big thing for him. He had read nearly every book available on pregnancy and childbirth. Morgan just stared at him.

"Reid, I swear if you don't stop talking to me about babies and pregnancy, I will shoot you," he stated, and Reid looked at him, slightly hurt. Morgan rolled his eyes, before holding up his hands in an 'I surrender' motion. "Fine... I'm sorry. Keep talking about your little miracle baby."

The genius grinned widely and clapped his hands, spinning on his chair. Morgan chuckled, shaking his head at his friend before looking back at his computer. Playing with the keys on his keyboard, he made the snake on his screen eat it's own tail. "Chris is coming in today. Her and JJ are going to get lunch. Baby shopping. Chris said I can't come," Reid pouted. Morgan rose his eyebrows.

"Dude, she's probably just needing a break from you breathing down her neck all the time. You know, a little girl time," he told Reid. Reid frowned, muttering 'I don't breath down her neck' to himself. Morgan sighed. "You said that she's been scared of being on her own, right? That ever since her father, she has been more dependant on you? That when you go on a case, you call every few hours to make sure she's okay and let her know you are okay? Maybe this is her starting to let go a bit."

"I didn't mind," he huffed. Morgan scoffed, before grinning playfully.

"She's got you wrapped around her little finger, man. I bet she was the one who made you to get that haircut, right?" Morgan mocked, and Reid shook his head. His hair fell from behind his ears and over his face, causing him to frown and tuck it behind his ears again. "How did she react when you were stuck in the camp in La Plata County? God knows she called JJ a bunch of times."

"She didn't react, strangely. She won't talk to me about it actually. When I ask why she just shrugs," he frowned. Morgan's eyebrows rose and he whistled to himself. "It's almost as if she refuses to believe it happened. Like Post Traumatic stress disorder."

"Or, she could just be used to you being in life and death situations and avoiding thinking about to to stop herself stressing about it and causing harm to the baby," a voice cut into their conversation, and both men looked up to see Chris standing, smiling at them both playfully. Her bump was clearly obvious under her black halter-neck maxi-dress under a white knit cardigan and with black flat strap sandles.

Reid grinned at her widely, and she walked round his cubicle wall, kissing him tenderly and placing a bag of food from subway on his desk. "Your lunch is in there. I got you a chicken tikka sub, with side salad, no onions, and a large cookie. Do not eat your cookie before you eat your sub," Chris instructed, and Reid pouted. She beamed, and kissed him again, before looking over at Morgan, and holding up a bag. "Couldn't leave you out."

"Have I told you that you are the best person in existence today?" Morgan joked and she laughed as he took the bag and rooted through it. "Ohh, Steak and Cheese sub.. Muffin and a cookie? You are officially my lunch buyer forever now."

"So glad you approve of my choices, Derek. I couldn't live without it," she responded dryly, and he chuckled, winking at her.

"You know it, sugar mama," he teased. Chris rolled her eyes, putting her arm around Reid. She winced, suddenly, putting her hand to her bump and Reid looked up at her, worried. One of his hands went to her stomach, which was now the size of a watermelon.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and she turned her face to look at him, giving him a small smile and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, resting her forehead on his. He stared into her eyes trying to read her but she just stared back at him, not letting him in.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" she asked. He frowned and she rubbed her nose against his, playfully. "I love you, you know that right?"

"I know."

"Good."

"Chris, you ready to go for lunch?" JJ called over to her, and Chris broke her gaze from Reid's to look at JJ, who was walking towards them. She glowed, almost in response to glow the other pregnant woman had, and the two looked at each other, before deciding that with the size of Chris's bump, and the size of JJ's, there was no way they would be able to hug.

They both chuckled, although it was more insecurity than amusement. One thing pregnancy did do was raise your confidence. It was the weight gain, mostly. Chris winced again, her hand going to her bump and rubbing it slowly. Reid stood, scowling again.

"That isn't good," he stated and Chris exhaled heavily.

"Spencer, it's just Braxton Hicks. Trust me, I'd know if I was in labour."

"Braxton Hicks contractions can intermittently become rhythmic, relatively close together, and even painful. But unlike true labor, during this so-called false labor the contractions don't grow consistently longer, stronger, and closer together. That looked more painful then the one you did only five minutes ago," Reid rambled, and Chris closed her eyesm her hands resting on her bump.

"Spencer..." Chris whined, only pause when she felt liquid start to trickle down her leg. Her eyes widened, and she looked down at her feet, where water pooled. Reid blinked, and they looked at each other. "Oh my god... I think I am actually in labour."

Morgan started to stand, while JJ gasped. "We have to get you to a hospital," JJ stated, and Chris squeaked, covering her hands with her mouth. "Morgan, go and tell Hotch that we are going to the hospital," she quickly instructed, and Reid looked around lost at what to do.

"What? Wha... I can't be... this... it's too early," he rambled, Chris squeezed his hand, trying to comfort him. He looked at her, his eyes wide. "I don't know what to do."

"Just get me to the hospital, Spencer."