Just a warning, this chapter has a case I made up for this story and is frankly a little shocking. I have no intention of offending anyone, so just remember it's fake. :) Please review as well. I have decided to make this story a lot more exciting! Enjoy!

Morgan's POV

"It's a local case," Hotch says, seeming extra tense this morning. Everyone sits down and pics up their iPads to check out the case file. Kiley looks rather pale today. I wonder if her morning sickness is back or if the case makes her nauseous. Kiley clicks her clicker and the images of four blonde women, who look shockingly like her appear.

"All four women were kidnapped, and all four were pregnant. They were held captive until they hit 25 weeks of pregnancy and then labor was induced. Neither the mothers or babies made it," Kiley says grimly, tears brimming her eyes. Oh shit.

"Kiley just hit 20 weeks today," Hotch says, angrily. I look over to Reid, who honestly looks like he's going to throw up on the table.

"You're not leaving here," Reid says confidently to Kiley. She glares at him. They haven't been talking to each other much lately and neither one wants to talk about it.

"I agree," I say and her glare turns to me. "You look exactly like those women Kiley, you are close to their same ages, and you are almost to 25 weeks of pregnancy." She lets out a frustrated sigh and looks at Hotch.

"You'll have agents protecting you at all times and I've already arranged for you to stay at a hotel tonight. We aren't taking any chances here because it's local. You've been on TV a lot lately. This unsub may have seen you before." Hotch explains and I feel more at ease. We continue the case briefing and split up. JJ and Rossi are going to the latest scene and Hotch and I are meeting up with the coroner. Reid is staying with Kiley here, along with a few extra agents as a security precaution.

Reid's POV

I feel so incredibly sick to my stomach. Kiley fits the victimology perfectly. I have this awful gut feeling that something is going to happen. I don't even feel comfortable with her staying at a hotel under protective custody.

The rest of the team has left and I am sitting in the conference room with Kiley, both of us reading through case files. Things have been very rough with us lately. She is still angry with me about our fight over getting married a couple of weeks ago. I miss being with her so much. She won't let me stay over with her anymore and she never calls or texts me unless its about our baby. We have an appointment tomorrow to find out the sex of the baby and I don't know if it will happen now.

Wait a minute. I think I've found another link between the victims.

"Kiley, were all of the women having boys or girls?" I ask her and she looks up at me.

"Why?"

"Well maybe the unsub is looking for specific women with specific infants."

"Um," she says as she scans through the files in front of her. "All had boys." She looks back up at me. "You think the unsub is trying to recreate a specific situation?"

"Possibly. What if the unsub's wife went into early labor and they lost the child?"

"That would explain the same exact scenario happening 4 times. Maybe Garcia can look into mother's who lost a child at 25 weeks of pregnancy and see if we can get a name for the dad."

I pick up my phone and call Hotch while Kiley calls Garcia. We need to find out whether or not Kiley and I are having a boy or a girl.

Kiley's POV

I am laying on the exam table anxiously waiting for the doctor to come in. Spence is sitting in the chair beside me, looking down at his hands and adjusting his watch that sits on top of his sweater's sleeve. I always loved how he wore it like that. I know it was because his skin is more sensitive because of his Asperger's, but I always found it endearing. Maybe I am being too harsh on him about this marriage thing. But he is pushing it way too hard. Does he think I'll leave him or something? I mean, Will and JJ did it and look at them now. Why can't Reid just slow down a bit?

"Ms. Jareau," the doctor says as he knocks on the door and opens it.

"Hi Dr. Magee," I say to my regular doctor. I am so glad that he was able to squeeze me in today.

"Hello Dr. Reid," he says to Spence and they shake hands. Spence has been with me to all of my appointments so far. I'm so glad that he wants to be involved with everything. "So I understand there is some concern for you safety that could depend on the sex of your baby." He says, his face slightly confused. Spence fills him in on the details that we can divulge and he just nods in response. "Well let's have a look then."

I lift my shirt and push my pants down a little in order to expose my growing belly. Dr. Magee squirts a large amount of warm lubricant on my stomach and presses the ultrasound equipment to my stomach. And image appears on the television screen just above the exam bed. Spencer takes my hand in his and kisses the back of it as the image of our child appears on the screen. The little baby is moving around slowly, apparently not happy about the intrusive object pressing into it's current home. I smile as I watch our little baby's arms and legs move about slowly. Dr. Magee moves the wand down towards the underside of my belly and focuses in on one part of my baby's body.

"You see this," he points to a protruding area on my child. "That is the penis. You're having a boy," he says with a smile, which fades when he looks back at us. "I take it that is the sex that the criminal is after," he says and Spence nods. "I'll leave you two alone. I will make my staff aware to be extra diligent on keeping this information private. Make sure no one unauthorized is given access to our records." He hands me a towel to wipe off my belly. He hands Spence a couple of printed pictures from the ultrasound and leaves the room.

"We need to see what Garcia has found out," I say and clean myself up. I look at Spencer and he leans up and kisses me tenderly.

"I won't let anything happen to my family."