Disclaimer: I finally own Criminal Minds. Really? No, not really.

A/N: I haven't been getting any reviews guys, I'm going to finish out this story but if I don't get some reviews then I won't be writing the promised sequel. So if you want more, review, subscribe, do all of that fun stuff that writers love to see. Also, the next chapter is the last one in "The Flip Side"; a sequel will follow only if I get reviews.

Hannah was restless, annoyed, and irritable. She was nearing the end of her pregnancy, her husband was gone more often than not, and she was still on bed rest.

The team was in California now, the whole team. Derek hadn't felt comfortable leaving her home alone, which she thought was crazy, so he had called his mother to come and stay with her during the case, this was ridiculous, Hannah did not need a babysitter.

"Really Mom, I can make my own lunch," Hannah said as her mother in law demanded her to lay back down while she took to the kitchen.

"No, no, no," Fran replied, beating her daughter in law to the refrigerator. "You are on bed rest; you shouldn't even be up right now. Go lay back down while I make us some lunch. What would you like?"

"Soup is fine," Hannah sighed, wishing that someone would let her do something.

As her "mother" bustled around the kitchen Hannah began thinking. Derek had been gone for a few days now and they had finally found the unsub; he would be coming home soon. This would be his last case before the baby was born and she was definitely looking forward to his paternity leave. No more babysitters.

The rest of the day passed slowly and at ten o'clock Hannah climbed the stairs to her room and went to sleep while Fran watched TV, she would be staying until the morning.

At around midnight Hannah awoke to the sound of her bedroom door being opened. The wife in her told her not to worry that it was just Derek, but the FBI agent in her had the young woman reaching for the drawer in her bedside table where she kept her gun.

"Hannah, stop," Derek said, slightly amused that this was his wife's first reaction when she heard a door open. "It's only me."

"Oh," Hannah exhaled, removing her hand from the knob on the drawer. "When did you get home?"

"About thirty minutes ago, give or take a few," Derek replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I would have been up sooner but I had to tell my mom to go to the guest room and I had to feed Clooney."

"Oh, okay," she yawned, already slipping back into the dream world.

"I was gone for four days and you can't stay awake for a little while?" Derek chuckled.

"I'm pregnant," she said, her eyes closed, "give me a break."

"Alright, alright, but tomorrow morning we are having a married people day," he laughed.

"Married people day?" she asked between yawns.

"Yes, married people day, I missed my wife," he said, gently stroking her cheek.

"Okay, we'll have a married people day," she responded, closing her eyes once more and this time allowing the sleep to take her completely.