Week 37- 40
Spencer handled the first week of bedrest much better than Morgan had expected. He'd started watching movies and playing some of the video games that Garcia had given him. He was especially fond of Lego Star Wars: The Complete Saga, though he had a habit of pointing out the slight inaccuracies anytime somebody called him to check in.
One afternoon, he got a call from Morgan that the team would be leaving on a case that night and he'd bring the case files by, along with a laptop, on his way home. An hour had passed and Spencer was starting to feel the bedrest getting to him. He looked over at Clooney.
"…I'm allowed light activity and I haven't been out of bed all morning. I could go to work, grab the files, and come right home, right?"
When Clooney's response was looking up at him, he took it as a good sign. He pushed himself out of bed, putting his phone in his pocket and grabbing his badge out of his drawer. He slipped on his shoes and leaned over, kissing Clooney's forehead. "We'll be back in an hour, buddy." He scratched behind his ear and grabbed his car keys, walking outside.
When he parked, he checked the clock in his car and saw that everyone was probably at lunch. Relieved, he walked inside and once he got to their floor, walked to his desk, looking through his drawers. He grabbed a few things, stuffing them into his bag, and walked to Morgan's office to find the files.
"What are you doing?"
He groaned and turned around to face him. "I'm finding the case files and laptop so I can get some work done, Derek."
"Do you not understand bedrest? It means that you rest in bed. You don't come to work and go through your desk. You stay home for the sake of both of you."
He rolled his eyes. "You try sitting in bed the entire day, Derek. It doesn't sit well with me and, quite frankly, I'm sick of it."
Morgan sighed, packing the files and laptop into a bag, zipping it up. "I understand that, but you don't get to decide how bedrest works, the doctor does, and she said light activity, like cleaning the kitchen or making lunch. Not driving 20 minutes away to work, taking the elevator up six levels, digging around for work, and going home. I can't risk something happening to you two while I'm gone, so I need you to actually listen to doctor's orders and stay home."
"Nothing's going to happen to us. Trust me, I'm not going into labor without you there. You're not getting out of this one."
He smiled slightly, kissing his forehead. "Before we leave, I'm going to pick up Parker and drop her off at home. If you need any help with her, any at all, Garcia has offered to watch her for us."
"I'm on bedrest, it doesn't impair my ability to watch my own daughter."
"Just putting the offer on the table. You should probably leave before Hotch gets back."
He sighed, nodding and taking the bag from Morgan. "So I'll see you before you leave?"
He nodded. "You bet." He reached down, resting a hand on his bump. "Ben, this is the last case Papa's going on. I need you to stay in there while I'm gone, okay?"
Spencer put his hand beside Morgan's. "I'm with Papa on this one. Listen to him."
Morgan smiled. "Go on and get home, I'm sure Clooney misses you."
"Fine. But Derek Morgan, mark my words, you'll find out what's in that box when you get back."
"Should I be scared?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Slightly." He shouldered his bags and walked out, pressing the button for the elevator.
The doors opened and JJ looked at him. "…What are you doing here?"
"I've already gotten the riot act from Derek, I don't need it from you too." He stepped into the elevator, pressing his button, but JJ stayed, lecturing him.
"Spence, what were you thinking? You're on bedrest. That means-"
"I'm supposed to rest in bed. I got the same speech from Derek."
"Then what are you doing here?" she asked. "You're not supposed to be at work until after your leave ends… or when you're bored and want to come for a visit with the little guy, which I will totally allow, despite what Hotch says."
"I just. I needed to get out of the house for a bit. I'm sorry, it's been a week. The only time I left the house all week was to go to the doctor's office and to let Clooney outside. I have three more weeks of this and I don't know how I'm going to survive it."
"Well, first off? You have the case files and laptop so you can throw yourself into some work, and talk to Garcia about it so you have other human contact. She's also going to check in on you every night we're gone just to be sure the two of you are safe. Second, you can call me anytime you need someone. Third, have you told Derek what's in the box yet?"
He smiled, shaking his head. "He's going to when you get back from the case, I promise."
"Good. I want pictures."
"You'll get them."
She took his bags, walking to his car and
setting them in the passenger seat. "I want you to go home and get some rest. Keep that little guy in there until I get back."
"I promise, I'll do everything in my power," he said, getting in and starting the car. Before he closed the door, she reached over, hugging him.
"Take care, Spence."
"Will do."
Before he left for the case, Morgan dropped Parker off at the house. He walked inside, setting Parker down. "Go get Daddy and Benny."
She ran to their bedroom, climbing on his bed. "Hi, Daddy!"
He smiled, setting down the case files. "Hi, Princess."
"What this?" she asked, pointing to the folders.
"Daddy's going to be doing some work while Papa's gone, so I loaded up the DVD player with Disney movies. Aunt Penny's going to stop by so she can help Daddy with bath time and story time, and it's just me, you, and Clooney until Papa gets back from the case."
"And Benny," she corrected, patting his bump.
Morgan walked over, kissing his cheek. "I'll see you in a few days, and I'll call you tonight."
"What, you're leaving and I don't even get a proper kiss?"
Morgan shook his head. "My mistake." He leaned in, kissing him.
"Ew!" Parker squealed, covering her eyes.
Spencer smiled, pulling back. "Come home soon. Promise."
He rested a hand on his bump. "I promise. Keep my little man in there."
"Best I can."
While the team was on the flight, Spencer sent an invitation via webcam. Morgan turned the laptop around.
"Well, that didn't take long," he said, accepting. "What do you have for me, Pretty Boy?"
"One, I have my word that you suck, Derek Morgan," he started, putting a pillow behind his back, "and two, I think I have information on our," he looked over at Parker, who was mesmerized by the TV, "villain."
Hotch raised an eyebrow. "Villain?"
JJ smiled. "That's code for 'there's a Parker in the room'."
"Hi JJ!" Parker said, not looking away from her movie.
"Okay, Pretty Boy. I'll bite. What do you have on the villain?"
He flipped through one of the case files, trying to think how to word it with Parker beside him. "It seems like the first three princes got blasted with the cannon and got cursed by the villain, but the type of cannon used is easy to detect."
"Oh?"
"He used a revolving cannon so you might be able to track cannon sales and see what villains have purchased them."
Emily bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she took notes.
"Is that all, Spencer?" Morgan asked.
"Not by a long shot." He thought to himself and looked at Parker, pausing the movie. "Hey, Princess, why don't you go show Clooney what you drew for Benny's room? Take him on a tour of his room. Show him everything."
"Okay!" she climbed off the bed and whistled, running to the nursery.
"Villains and cannons?"
"Shut up, Derek. I had Garcia track the sales and ownership of revolvers, and it turns out that there are only ten names that popped up. I'm not sure if the gun traded hands or anything, but there are only ten registered revolvers in the entire state. I'd say start with those names and give me a call if you can find anything."
"Will do. Try to do some relaxing?"
"Yes, I'll try. Goodbye, Derek." He reached over, turning off the webcam and looking through the files.
Morgan looked over at Hotch. "Why did you let him keep working? He's going to drive himself insane."
"Correction," he said, setting down the case file. "He'd have driven you insane if he wasn't working."
He sighed, leaning back in his seat. "His doctor said he's not allowed to be in any high stress situations."
"I'm having him work with Garcia. Do you really think Garcia would allow him to have any level of stress?"
"Good point… what if he goes into labor while we're gone?" he asked, looking around at everyone.
"You get yourself home so he doesn't kill you," JJ said plainly, taking the seat beside him.
That night, Garcia stopped by while Spencer was giving Parker a bath.
"What are you doing, Boy Wonder?"
"Well, Parker decided finger painting was a good idea, so I'm currently washing paint out of her hair, then I'm writing a strongly worded letter to complain to them about how their product finds its way into my daughter's scalp and doesn't get out."
Garcia smiled, kneeling beside him. "What did you draw, Princess?"
"Benny!"
"He's been the subject of all of her drawings since we gave him a name," he said, rinsing out her hair. "All done!"
She clapped, holding up her arms. Spencer handed a towel to Garcia. "Think you can handle this part?"
"No problem, 187." She held out a hand, letting him pull himself up. "I'll get her all dried off, you get ready for story time."
He gave her a quick thank you and walked to Parker's room, looking through the bookshelves.
Garcia lifted her out of the tub, drying her off. "Are you being good to Daddy and Benny while Papa's gone?"
She nodded. "I talk Benny ALL the time."
She smiled. "How about tomorrow morning, I come by and drop you off at daycare so you can tell all your friends about it?"
"Uh huh!"
She pulled on Parker's pajamas, setting her down. "Go for story time."
Parker ran to her room, climbing on the bed. Spencer tucked her in, sitting beside her and opening the book.
She stopped him, resting a hand on his bump and rolling over, kissing his bump. "Night, Benny."
He smiled, leaning down and kissing her forehead, and started reading the story. When he looked down and saw she'd fallen asleep, he smiled, turning off her lamp and walking out, leaving the door open slightly. He walked to the living room. "You didn't have to stop by."
"It was my pleasure. Besides, I need to check in and make sure you and the little man are okay. My phone is going to be on full volume all night, so if you need so much as an open window? Give me a call and I'll be right over."
"I appreciate it."
She got up, patting his bump and kissing his cheek. "Be careful."
"I will."
Luckily, they were able to solve the case in a few days, and the team was on their way home. Morgan had asked Garcia to get rid of the case files, so Spencer didn't have them around with Parker in the house. Mid-flight, he took out his phone, calling him.
"Hello?" he mumbled, head buried in the pillow.
He smiled. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
He sighed, sitting up in bed and stretching. "Garcia stopped by to take Parker out for a while so I could relax and I, um, I guess I dozed off."
"Little man actually let you sleep?"
"Mhm." He reached over, petting Clooney. "I'm exhausted."
"Come on, Pretty Boy. You're in bed all day. That's everyone's dream."
"Bad move," Rossi said, getting up and walking to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle.
"Excuse me? It is everyone's dream to be an inflated version of themselves with a six-and-a-half pound person inside them, squirming and moving around, making it impossible to get comfortable? If this is everyone's dream, tell me, why aren't you the one pregnant right now?"
JJ winced, patting Morgan's shoulder. "Good luck digging your way out of that one."
Morgan sighed. "Because you're so good at it, why mess with perfection?"
Spencer rolled his eyes. "Cute, Derek. As you always say? Paybacks are a bitch."
"I love you, Pretty Boy."
"I love you too. Now shut up and I'll see you when you get home." He hung up the phone, curling up on the bed.
"Ouch," Emily commented. "Clooney had better get comfortable on that bed, because it sounds like you'll be enjoying some time in the doghouse."
When Morgan got home, he walked to the bedroom, setting down his go-bag.
"Hey, Pretty Boy. Miss me?"
He shrugged. "I missed company in bed that doesn't have four legs and drool in his sleep."
"Harsh," he said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "How'd my little man treat you?"
"I didn't want to sleep at night anyway, right?" he yawned, stretching slightly.
"Oh, come on, I'm sure you slept just fine."
"Fine? I don't count four hours a night as fine, Derek."
"My mistake." He put his clothes back in his drawers. "So do I get to find out what's in the box?"
Spencer smirked. "I'm glad you asked. Go get it. It's a present for you."
Morgan raised an eyebrow, walking out to the living room, grabbing the box and walking back to the bedroom, setting it on the bed.
"Go on, open it."
Morgan took his keys out of his pocket, cutting the tape and opening the box.
"…What is it?"
"Take it out."
Morgan lifted the object out of the box, raising an eyebrow. "Weights?"
"Not exactly."
"…Why does it have a strap to wrap around my stomach?"
"Because, Derek, that is an empathy bump. You're going to strap that baby on all weekend and finally understand what I'm going through."
Morgan looked at it. "You can't be serious."
"As a heart attack. You say it can't be that bad? I want you to see for yourself."
"…How long do I have to wear this thing?" he asked, strapping it on his stomach.
"I bet you that you can't last until Monday night wearing that thing."
"You do realize that's three days?"
"You do realize I've been doing it for thirty-seven weeks so you're not getting any sympathy?"
"What do I get if I win this bet?"
"You can say I'm complaining as much as you want."
"…And if you win, dare I ask?"
Spencer thought to himself for a moment. "When I win? You have to bring me breakfast in bed every morning before you leave for work."
"Deal." He fastened the strap, groaning.
"Is something wrong, Derek?"
He shook his head. "I'll be fine." He laid down on the bed beside him. "Is our Princess still out with her Aunt Penny?"
"Mhm. When she gets home, feel free to get up, walk around, and get the door."
A while later, they heard Parker knocking on the front door. Spencer smirked, turning to him.
"It's for you."
Morgan rolled his eyes, getting up. When the weight shifted, he groaned.
"Problem, sweetie?" Spencer asked, smiling.
"None at all." He put a hand on his back, walking to the front door and opening it.
Parker raised an eyebrow. "WOW."
Garcia gasped. "Spencer Morgan, I love you!"
"I try," Spencer called from the bedroom. "Derek, why don't you pick Parker up?"
Morgan shook his head, bending down and picking Parker up. He winced, resting her on his hip. "Did you have fun with Aunt Penny?"
She nodded. "Uh huh. No more leave, Papa."
He smiled. "Papa's not leaving on any more cases until after Benny's born, Princess."
"Good. Why you big?"
"Because, Parker," Spencer said, getting up and walking out. "Papa essentially said Daddy's complaining too much and he needs to learn his lesson."
Parker reached up, patting his head. "Good luck, Papa."
Garcia took out her phone, snapping a picture of Morgan and sending it to the team with the title 'Spencer's Revenge'.
"Baby Girl, you did not."
"Oh yes, I did. 187, you have to tell me everything."
"I promise."
That night, after putting Parker to bed, Morgan walked to the bedroom, slipping off his shoes and sitting on the bed. He reached down, grabbing the strap on the empathy bump.
Spencer raised an eyebrow, looking over at him. "What are you doing?"
"…I'm going to bed."
He shook his head, putting in his bookmark. "Oh, no. That thing is staying on for the three days."
"Excuse me?"
"I can't take this off," he started, resting a hand on his bump, "so you're not taking that off."
Morgan sighed. "How am I supposed to get comfortable?"
Spencer shrugged, kissing his cheek. "You'll find a way." He set the book on his nightstand, turning off the lamp. "Good night, Derek." He curled up on his side, resting a hand on his bump and falling asleep.
Morgan looked over and finally gave up, mimicking his position, dozing off.
The next morning, Morgan woke up with a pain in his back. He looked over and saw Spencer, still fast asleep. He got out of bed and saw a text on his phone. He sighed, grabbing it and walking out to the living room.
Hey, sweet cheeks. Enjoying Boy Wonder's torture?
He shook his head, texting her back. Not in the least bit, but he made it a bet. Me being allowed to call him a whiner vs. him getting breakfast in bed the rest of his pregnancy.
Jinkies. How long?
Until Monday night.
You mean I get to see you at work in that thing? O.M.G.
Don't rub it in.
He walked to the kitchen and started making breakfast.
Later in the day, JJ stopped by to drop off some of Henry's old things. She set the box down on the living room table. "Derek Morgan, come out here."
"Not happening."
Spencer smirked, setting down his newspaper. "Come on, honey. You look great. You're not bigger, you're more beautiful."
JJ gave him a look. "All the excuses he's used on you?"
"Not even half of the ones he's used today," he said, sitting up and looking through the box. "JJ, some of these clothes still have tags on them."
"You know firsthand how fast children grow. I didn't get a chance to put him in all of these before he grew out of them. Do you two have your hospital bags packed?"
He nodded. "They're in his room, complete with going home outfit provided by his Aunt JJ, and approved by his big sister."
"Where is Parker anyway?"
"If she listened to me? She's in the bedroom pestering Derek about his current size."
"You're enjoying this way too much."
He nodded. "Derek, if you don't come out here, I'm going in there and bringing JJ."
"I'm looking for a shirt that fits over this thing," he called from the bedroom, which caused JJ to burst out laughing.
"Oh I can't wait."
When he walked out a few minutes later, JJ bit her lip. "Spence, this may be your greatest work yet."
"Ha ha," Morgan mock laughed, sitting on the couch beside Spencer and groaning.
"Baby, you could just admit defeat and take it off. Save yourself the embarrassment of having to wear that to work on Monday and just tell me I have right to complain about it." He patted Morgan's cheek. "All you have to say is the three greatest words on the face of the earth: you were right."
Morgan shook his head. "I can do it."
JJ looked at Spencer. "You're going to update me on this, right?"
He gave her a thumbs up. "You bet."
Surprisingly, Morgan made it through the entire weekend without complaining or taking it off. Before bed on Sunday night, he turned to Spencer.
"I don't really have to wear this to work tomorrow, do I?"
"You bet you do," Spencer said quickly. "We made a bet and if you want to win, you'll see it through."
Morgan rolled his eyes. "This is bordering on ridiculous."
"Just admit that you were wrong and I was right. You've done it before, you can do it again."
"I already lost the coffee bet, I'm not losing this one too."
Spencer smirked. "Then enjoy explaining that to everyone at work tomorrow. I'm sure I'll hear all about it."
After dropping Parker off at daycare and going to Spencer's appointment, Morgan dropped him off at home and went into work. He carried a coat on his arm, hoping to conceal it for the most part. Emily met him in the elevator, raising an eyebrow.
"Hey, Derek," she said, sipping her coffee. "Good weekend?"
He shrugged. "Spencer on bedrest and Parker has an endless amount of energy. Not to mention Spencer's out to get me."
"Why's that?" she asked, pressing the button for their floor.
He moved the coat and let her get a glimpse. "I've been stuck in this all weekend, and I'm stuck in it today. He needs me to admit that I said he complained too much, and I'm not backing down."
She bit her lip to keep from laughing. "If you'd stop being so proud, you can get out of that thing before work and avoid a lot of awkward conversations."
He shook his head. "Not happening."
"Come on, Derek. He only has what, fourteen days left? Throw him a bone."
"Actually, it's thirteen."
She gave him a look. "Derek, are you really going to have him lose a bet and make him overly emotional shortly before he has your son? Can you really not let go of your pride and give him this one? You'd rather wear that thing in the office and further torture yourself than admit that he's right? Come on."
He looked down at his stomach and sighed. He grabbed the strap, ripping it off and stuffing it into the coat. "You're right. He wins. This sucks."
"Thought so." She patted his back as they walked into the bullpen and once he was in his office, she sat at her desk. She picked up her phone, dialing.
"…Hello?" Spencer mumbled, half-asleep.
She waited for Morgan to close the door in his office and leaned back in her seat. "Hey, Reid. You were right."
"Oh?"
She smiled, lowering her voice. "He fell for it. Enjoy your breakfast in bed the rest of your pregnancy."
He sat up in bed, smirking. "You're the greatest, Emily."
JJ walked in and looked at Emily. "Did he fall for it?"
"Hook, line, and sinker."
"Spence, you do realize that's not winning fair and square."
"Hey, I had nothing to do with it. Just to be clear, Emily, you saw him take it off, right?"
"Ripped that thing off like it was on fire."
"Fantastic!"
JJ shook her head. "How are you and Ben doing?"
"We're fine. Doctor says he should be in there until his due date, which I'll believe when I see. These practice contractions are really starting to be a pain in the ass – not literally, of course. I'm sure you understand."
JJ smiled. "I can imagine. Take care, Spence."
"Will do." He hung up the phone, curling back up on the bed and going back to sleep.
On his way home that night, after picking up Parker, Morgan picked up dinner. He walked in the house and put down Parker, setting the table. "Go see if Daddy's awake for me?"
She nodded, setting down her backpack and running to their bedroom, climbing on the bed. She sat beside Spencer. "Papa! He's sleeping!"
Morgan smiled, shaking his head. "Thanks for letting me know."
"Uh huh!" she looked down at Spencer again. "He's up!"
Spencer sat up, kissing her forehead. "Did you have fun at daycare today, princess?"
She nodded. "Lots."
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, getting up and waddling to the kitchen. Morgan looked over as he put their plates on the table. "Hey there, beautiful."
Spencer looked down at his stomach. "Knew it." He sat down, resting a hand on his bump.
"You were right, I was wrong. Pregnancy is a hell of a lot harder than I thought it was, and it would be my honor to make you breakfast in bed for the next two weeks."
Spencer leaned over, kissing his cheek. "Thank you for finally admitting it."
"Thank you for actually going through with it." He patted his bump. "How's he treating you today?" he asked, taking the seat across from him.
"He's calmed down a lot, but now I can't get to sleep because I can't get comfortable."
Morgan winced. "So I guess I should've let you sleep just now instead of Parker waking you?"
"God, no. I'm starving."
He smiled slightly. "In that case, enjoy."
The next few mornings, Morgan kept true to the bet and made Spencer breakfast before he left to drop off Parker and go to work. Later that day, the team was called into the BAU room for a case. When Morgan walked in, he sat down in his usual seat, opening the case file and browsing through.
"Where are we going?" he asked, looking up.
"You are going to your office, my lair, or working at home with your hubby." Garcia said, grabbing the remote and pointing it at the screen. "The rest of the team is headed to Rhode Island. There's a serial killer near Providence. Four victims in the last week." She looked down at her laptop. "With us, Boy Wonder?"
He set the laptop down in his office at home. "Sorry, had to get away from Clooney. I'm here." He sat in the chair. "What do we have?"
"As I was saying, we have a serial killer near Providence, Rhode Island. There have been four victims in the last week. All had ligature marks on their wrists and ankles, all were beaten. Female victims were sexually assaulted, male victims were… for lack of a better word, sexually removed."
Spencer sighed. "Is there any link between the victims?"
"I've got nothing, 187. These attacks have to be random. These people don't share traits, careers, neighborhoods, grocery stores, or even banks."
Blake looked through the case files. "They were starved, too."
Hotch looked around at the team. "Garcia, start looking into their backgrounds. Morgan, work with Reid on a geographical profile. Wheels up in 30."
Spencer groaned. "Come on, Hotch. I have to live with him. You can't possibly think that this could be a good idea."
JJ bit her lip, smiling as she picked up her folder and tablet. "You two can work in the office and you can take breaks as needed for the little guy. Just keep him in there until I get back."
"Trust me, I'll try my best. As much as I want him to vacate the premises, I want you there to keep me from hurting Derek."
Morgan packed up the case files. "Bringing the maps, I'll be there in 20, Pretty Boy."
Hotch could feel the glare Spencer was giving to Morgan without looking at the screen. "Don't kill him, Reid. We're good at our jobs, we'd know it was you." He closed the laptop and looked over at Morgan. "Good luck."
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I need both of you to work to your full potential, and you work well together. You requested staying home, and you'd do a lot more working with him than sitting in with Garcia."
He sighed. "This is his last case before Ben's born, right?"
"Yes, and yours too. You won't be on another case until your leave is up."
He nodded, putting the maps in the bag and grabbing his car keys from the office.
When Morgan got to the house, he walked to the office, setting the bag down. Spencer dug through, taking out the map and setting it up on his whiteboard. He sat back down, handing Morgan magnets. "Mark off the dump sites and their residences."
Morgan nodded as he sat back down, flipping through the case files.
"Get the headphones," Morgan said, putting on the magnets.
"You can't be serious."
"We're going to be talking about a lot of things he doesn't need to hear. Headphones."
Spencer rolled his eyes, reaching over on the desk and putting his headphones on the bump, turning up the music. "Just an hour, so make it count."
Morgan smiled, shaking his head. He put post-its on the board, marking off the sites and making notes.
"We have an unsub working in a ten-mile radius. He started on the outer limit," he said, grabbing a marker and drawing the circle, "and moved inward."
Spencer raised an eyebrow. "People really do become who they marry. I'm impressed, but mostly scared."
Morgan continued. "If we look at this as a bullseye? The outer limit is the first victim, the next red ring is the next victim, so on and so forth until we hit…" he drew the bullseye in the middle, "here."
Spencer took out his phone, calling Hotch.
"Hotchner."
"Hey, Hotch… I think Derek's found our next dumpsite. He's sending you the picture now."
JJ peeked over Hotch's shoulder at the picture. "…Derek came to this conclusion?"
"Watch it," Morgan said, clicking the marker in his hand.
Spencer smiled. "Each ring contains the home and the dump site of the victim, so if we increase police presence and hold a press conference soon? We can prevent him from killing again tonight."
"Good work, Morgan. We'll call later to check in."
Spencer hung up the phone, looking through the pictures. "Not too bad."
Morgan smiled. "I guess you're rubbing off on me."
A while later, Spencer checked his watch. "You need to go pick up Parker at daycare."
Morgan glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. "Yep. Are you going to stay in here?"
Spencer shook his head, holding out his hand. "I'm going to take a nap and get back to this later. Can you lock up the office so Parker doesn't find her way in?"
He nodded, pulling him up. "No problem. The last thing we need right now is explaining an unsub to her."
He leaned over, kissing Morgan's cheek. "It would be great if you could pick up some dinner on the way home. Maybe some ice cream too?"
"I think I can handle that. If you come up with anything else you want, I'm a phone call away."
He nodded again, walking to the bedroom and climbing on the bed, curling up in the middle. Morgan walked out of the office, taking the key out of his pocket and locking the door. He looked down at Clooney. "Keep an eye on Spencer while I'm gone, buddy."
Spencer yawned. "The only thing Spencer needs is for you to shut your mouth and leave so he can sleep."
Morgan shook his head, walking in the bedroom and grabbing his wallet and phone. "Need me to turn up the AC or anything?"
"No, now go away."
He leaned over, kissing his forehead, and walked out, closing the door behind him.
When Morgan walked in, he set Parker down. "Don't wake up Daddy."
She nodded, running to her room as Morgan started preparing dinner.
"Daddy's already awake," Spencer called from the living room, flipping through the channels.
"I thought you were sleeping?"
"Well, so did I. As we can both see? That didn't happen."
"Everything okay, Pretty Boy?" he asked, putting the ice cream in the freezer.
"Everything's fine. Except for the simple fact that if this were my pregnancy with Parker? I'd be in the hospital holding Ben in my arms right now. He seems rather attached to staying inside of me, and if I do make it to and past my due date? I'm not going to be happy." He pushed himself off the couch, walking to the kitchen and sitting at the table.
Morgan sat beside him. "Pretty Boy…"
Spencer wiped his eyes, shaking his head. "I'm not a Pretty Boy, Derek. There's nothing pretty about me right now. I'm sick of this and I just want him out so I can feel like myself again."
Morgan reached over, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his forehead. "You're always my Pretty Boy, no matter what, and I happen to think that you're extremely attractive right now."
"I don't see why."
"Because you're my husband and the father of my children. Everything about you right now shows me how great you're doing at carrying around Ben." He reached up, wiping Spencer's eyes. "You need to understand that."
He shrugged, running a hand over his bump. Morgan sighed, hooking a finger under his chin. "Look at me."
Spencer took a deep breath, looking up at him. "What?"
Morgan leaned in, kissing him softly, running a hand through his hair. Spencer smiled slightly, returning the kiss, wrapping an arm around his neck.
"Ew, gross!"
Morgan pulled back, smiling and looking at Parker. "Gross?"
She nodded. "Very." She climbed in her chair, staring at her plate and waiting.
"Point taken. You're just like your Daddy, you know. You're not very subtle." He walked to the kitchen, taking the pan out of the oven.
"I'm plenty subtle, Derek. You just don't pick up on cues easily."
After Parker was tucked in and sleeping, they were lying down in bed together. Morgan had dozed off and Spencer lay there, aggravated and wide awake. At one point he sat up, grabbing the pillow behind him and hitting Morgan with it.
Morgan groaned. "What was that for?" he mumbled, curling up on his side.
"Your breathing pattern is off your usual breathing pattern and it's annoying me," he put plainly, taking the pillow back and laying down.
He opened an eye to look at him. "…You hit me because of how I was breathing while I slept?"
"Yes."
Morgan sighed."Sorry, Pretty Boy. Do you think next time, maybe you can wake me up and tell me instead of hitting me with a tempurpedic pillow? It may mold to any shape, but it still hurts when it hits your gut."
"We'll see."
Spencer laid awake most of the night and got an early start on the case in the morning. He sat in the office, looking through the case files and checking his e-mail for any notes that were sent to him the night before. Once Morgan woke up, he walked right to the office.
"Why am I not surprised?"
Spencer shrugged. "I'd hope after knowing me for nearly ten years, you could read me like a book." He printed off the e-mails and read through them. "He hasn't dumped his latest victim yet, though she was reported missing last night. She probably has another 12 hours or so. The times he takes them to the dumpsite have increased by an hour every time. 4, 5, 6, and 7 p.m.? He's obviously looking to dump her at 8:00 p.m. tonight, so they need to be ready for him."
Morgan raised an eyebrow, rubbing his scalp. "I didn't retain a word of that, Pretty Boy. Come again?"
Spencer shook his head. "Go wake up a little. You need to drop Parker off at daycare."
"…Or we can just keep her home today, keep her out of the office and give her some time with us?"
He thought about it. "Fine, but it's your job to keep her out of here."
"Agreed."
They spent the majority of the morning holed up in the office, keeping the door open to watch Parker in her room. When they had a conference call with the team, Morgan closed the door, leaning against it.
"What do you two have?" JJ asked.
"And, Reid, we already know you have a child in you and you hate Derek, so that doesn't need to be said," Rossi added.
Spencer smiled slightly. "Then I have nothing."
Morgan rolled his eyes. "We found the exact spot where he's going to dump the body, given he hasn't kept up to date with the press conferences and doesn't know of our presence out there."
"How did you come to that conclusion?" Blake inquired.
"We measured the distance between the dumpsite and the victim's homes in each given ring on the bullseye, and it turns out it's the exact same every time. So if you take that measurement and apply it to the victim's apartment? The estimated dump site is in the picture Morgan's sending now."
"So we have to wait for another victim?" Emily asked.
"Not quite," Morgan interrupted, snapping the picture and sending it. "If you think about it, the unsub has to operate somewhere in the center of the bullseye. His first murders, he was scared, dumping them as far away as he could get. But since then he's grown more confident, dumping them closer to home. It's likely this victim has been his target all along, so Garcia, I need you to work your magic and find out any ex-boyfriends, former coworkers, or old classmates. She might've dumped him, she might've gotten a restraining order of some sort. Whatever the case, he wants revenge badly enough to take down four other people first and perfect the art."
Garcia raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry. I'm taking to Derek Morgan, correct? Not Spencer Morgan?" She started typing on her computer. "It sounds like my sugar bear, but he's not talking like him."
Spencer smirked, looking up at him.
"Oh, hush," Morgan said, rolling his eyes.
"Whilst I'm searching, how's my honey bun doing?"
Spencer raised an eyebrow. "Honey bun?"
"You, sweetie."
He sighed, running a hand over his bump. "Ben's still in there and he's not showing signs of coming out anytime soon. Uncomfortable is an understatement."
"Aw, honey. Did you at least get breakfast in bed?"
"I don't think the team needs to know this, but technically, I got breakfast on couch. Couldn't sleep so I stayed up watching the History Channel."
Garcia started to say something, but was cut off by an alert on her monitor. "…I've got him."
Hotch raised an eyebrow. "How can you be sure?"
"I cross-referenced our latest victim who was taken with any possible enemies and the DNA left at the crime scenes, and it actually gave me a match. Sending all the information to your tablets as I speak. They were engaged, she got cold feet, broke it off shortly before the wedding."
"So he murdered four people before he got to her? Talk about overkill," Emily said, leaning back in her seat.
"Reid, I want you to go relax," Hotch ordered. "We'll have Morgan get you up if we need anything else."
He groaned, pushing himself up. "Fantastic."
"You did a great job, Spence," JJ assured him. "We couldn't have made it this far without you."
He sighed, resting a hand on his back. "Thanks, Jayje." He hung up the phone, looking at Morgan. "Can you keep Parker distracted for a few hours?"
"Consider it done."
He walked over, kissing his cheek, and walked to the bedroom, curling up on his side on the bed and pulling the blankets over him.
Morgan walked to Parker's room, sitting beside her.
She looked up at him. "Safe pinces and pincesses?" she asked, setting her dolls down.
He smiled slightly, kissing her forehead. "Daddy and Papa helped save the day. Thank you for being such a good girl while we were working."
She nodded. "Benny did too?"
"Benny was very good too. You're both very well-behaved. You're a good girl, and he's a good boy."
She clapped her hands together. "When I see Benny?"
He sighed, pulling her into his lap. "Hopefully soon, princess. Hopefully really soon."
Before Spencer knew it, he was entering his 40th week of pregnancy. He woke up every morning, hoping and praying that it would be the day he'd go into labor. One morning, before work, Morgan drove him to his doctor's appointment.
"Do you want me to go in with you, or do you want me to wait out here?" he asked, reaching over and lacing their fingers.
Spencer sighed. "Typical 40 week prenatal appointments don't last very long, so I guess it's up to you. If this was my pregnancy with Parker? I'd already be home and deflated."
Morgan leaned over, kissing his cheek. "Well, Ben doesn't want to play by Parker's rules."
"Obviously."
When Spencer was called in, Morgan followed him to the room, sitting in the chair while a nurse checked on his blood pressure.
"How's it look?" Spencer asked, trying to peek at his chart.
"Better," she said simply, clicking her pen and walking out.
Spencer reached out, grabbing Morgan's hand and squeezing.
"You okay?"
He nodded, running a hand over his bump. "Nervous."
Morgan bent his head down, kissing his fingers. "You'll be fine."
His doctor walked in, looking through her clipboard. "Congratulations on making it to 40 weeks."
Spencer sighed. "It doesn't feel like means for celebration."
"The good news is, your blood pressure has gone down significantly over the past few weeks, and it seems like bedrest worked in your favor."
He shrugged. "So there is a bright side."
Morgan laughed softly as Spencer laid back on the bed, preparing for the ultrasound. He tried letting go of Spencer's hand, but Spencer only squeezed it tighter as he watched the screen.
"Have you had any contractions yet?"
"I've had Braxton Hicks on and off for a few weeks. They've gotten stronger, but they never last, which has been the real pain. They should be called false hope contractions."
She smiled, checking the screen. "Well, on a positive note, he seems to be getting himself ready. With your due date a few days away, you may not be overdue."
"God, I hope I'm not."
"Are you out of work yet?" she asked, cleaning off his stomach.
He nodded. "My last day was earlier this week, and I'm off until two months after he's born. Derek has up to a month, depending on what he wants to take."
"Well, Spencer, with any hope, the next time I see you will be in the hospital. If not, I'll see you next week and we'll talk about inducing."
He sat up, groaning. "Fantastic."
When Morgan picked up Parker that night, as soon as she was unbuckled in the driveway, she ran inside. "Is Benny here yet?!" she asked, running to the bedroom.
Spencer smiled slightly. "I'm afraid not, Princess. He's staying in there a little longer."
"How much longer?" She climbed on the bed, patting his bump.
He sighed, resting his hand beside hers. "I don't know. Hopefully he comes out soon, because I know he can't wait to meet you."
"Really?"
He ran a hand through her hair. "With a big sister as awesome as you? How can he not be excited?"
Morgan walked in, sitting beside Parker. "You think you can encourage your little brother to come out?"
"I can try." She sat beside his bump, whispering to it.
Spencer looked up at Morgan. "When's your mom coming to town?"
"The 7th – your due date."
"Just because it's my due date doesn't mean he's coming. I'd hate for her to fly all the way out here and have to play the waiting game."
"Oh, please," Morgan said, rolling his eyes. "You know she's going to like whenever she gets here. If he's born already, she gets to spend time with him. If he's not here yet, she gets to spend more time with Parker beforehand and take care of you, all the while helping you nag me about everything."
He swatted at his arm. "Watch it. I can stock up on a lot of ammunition for myself and your mother. Keep it up and I'll get Parker involved."
Parker, oblivious to the conversation, looked up at him. "Yeah!"