A/N Only one chapter more after this. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 14

"How lovely that you could make it." Bree said, mostly as a polite greeting; she knew they would come.

The rest of the team was already there, each with a glass of champagne in hand and mingling with the other guests. Susan was there with a guy named Mike Delfino that she had stressed about in the past. She looked good. Of course her lips looked a little swollen and bruised, but Mike didn't seem to care about that. He seemed like a sweet guy and Susan deserved that. Gabrielle was there with Carlos. She didn't look to happy to be by his side, but she was happy about the new diamond earrings he had brought home earlier that day. Lynette was there with her husband Tom. They looked happy, like if it came to it they would die for each other. Just like Emily would die for Morgan without a doubt. Apparently Lynette and Tom had left the kids with Karen McCluskey so it was pretty quiet in the house. Something told Emily that Bree had been the one to say that no kids under 10 years old were allowed at the party. Bree's husband was there too. He looked happier when talking to the guys, but Bree's son looked miserable as always. Garcia had manage to get Susan's and Bree's daughters involved in a conversation where the blonde did the most talking. Emily couldn't tell if they were happy to be in that position, but she didn't have time to think about it before they were called to the table. It was a three course meal, starting with a Basil Purée soup Bree told them as soon as she brought the dish in. It was delicious and the whole team seemed to enjoy it.

"What do you think of the soup?" Bree asked.

"It's yummy." Garcia said, taking another spoon full of the creamy soup.

"Nothing... Abnormal with it?" She asked and got most people's eyes on her.

"No, it's really tasty." Emily said, confused over where this was going.

"See, Danielle? Someone who appreciate fine cuisine." Bree said, pointedly to her daughter who rolled her eyes as an answer.

"Ooh!" Garcia's voice said a little too loudly. She had finished her soup and apparently she had come up with a way to change the subject. "Emily has an announcement!"

Fuck! Why couldn't she keep her mouth shut for once? Emily drummed nervously on the table until Morgan reached for her hand to reassure her, a way too obvious move for those who knew and maybe even for some of the others. Emily cleared her throat while moving her eyes from person to person.

"I..." She didn't get further until the man next to her interrupted.

"It's my baby. I'm the father." Morgan said and squeezed Emily's hand. She hadn't liked the pressure she had of telling everyone, but Morgan saved her. Like he always did and would do.

"How long has this been going on?" Their unit chief asked, getting straight to the point.

"About six months, maybe seven." Emily answered truthfully.

"Come on, you gotta have seen it?"Gabrielle spoke up. "I mean I saw it from the start and I'm not even..."

"Gabby..." Bree warned, efficiently making the younger woman quiet. "Congratulations Emily. We're all very happy for you."

"I hope you will come and visit us when the baby's out. I mean you have to." Susan said and took a sip of her wine.

Emily looked to Morgan and then to the team. They looked at least happy for them, even a small smile grazed Hotch's lips if she wasn't mistaken.

"You won't let this interfere with the job?" Hotch had to ask.

"Have we ever done that these last couple of months?"

"Good point. Though you might want to continue to keep quiet about this, other people might not be as understanding about it."

Both Emily and Morgan nodded. "Of course." She said.

"Are we done with all this seriousness now?" Garcia asked Hotch and got a nod in return. She squealed and jumped out of her chair to hug the new couple, that she'd know about for about a week, but had never had a chance to express her happiness. This time she didn't waste anymore time as she pulled both of them into a big bear hug.

The men of Wisteria Lane weren't really sure why they were there. They'd only heard that one of them, or all of them, had saved Susan's life and that Bree decided to host a big dinner party. The latter wasn't that out of the usual, but this time the guests were people none of them knew. Or Rex had met two of them when his wife had dragged him along to welcome the newest neighbors. Of course he'd felt embarrassed. He got that feeling a lot about Bree. She just wasn't the same carefree and easygoing woman he'd fallen in love with all those years ago. Rex was glad, though, that he wasn't the only man that had been forced to accompany their wife. Tom was there too, sans kids by Bree's request, Carlos was there and Susan has gotten the plumber to come with her. He didn't really know him all that well, but he seemed as a cool enough guy to have a beer with and watch a game.

Mike didn't really know why he said yes to Susan when she asked if he wanted to come. He really had enough to worry about with Deirdre's murder and all. The idea struck him to ask one of those people that was there for help, but Deirdre's father wouldn't want that so he shut his mouth and mingled with the other guests instead. Susan had caught his interest from the first time he had met her and she'd succeeded with the impossible, making an uneatable mac & cheese. Normally Mike didn't go for clumsy girls, but he couldn't help to think that Susan was adorable, except for when she almost killed his dog. So maybe that's why he said yes. His sub-conscience told him to move on and that Deirdre's killer would probably never get caught. But what a way to move on. Dinner party at Bree's, this night couldn't be anything else than awkward.

Tom Scavo missed his couch. He had planned to change from his work suit into comfortable clothes, grab a beer and see if something good was on TV. Instead when he got home Lynette ushered him to get a shower and wear an even more uncomfortable suit, which he knew meant that TV-time would have to wait. Lynette had already left the kids with Mrs. McCluskey. It was just for him to do as his wife said and go to Bree's dinner party. She had explained what it was for, but his mind had been busy with self-pity that he'd only caught half of it. He didn't really have a choice in the matter, as usually. Don't get him wrong, Tom loved his wife even if she could get a little controlling, but that's just another proof of how much he really loved her.

Carlos Solis wished he would've had to work, but no such luck. He didn't like any of the other housewives that filled Gabby's mind with shit everyday. That woman that had introduced herself as Sam when he'd met her once had seemed kind of fishy too from the beginning. Though, Carlos didn't trust people easy, but this time he had been right. She had just been too much up everyone's ass. Just the fact that she had been invited to poker nights while Edie Britt always had to sit at home, or go to a bar to hook up with some new dude. Carlos found himself lucky to have the sexiest, most beautiful and kind-hearted woman on the planet, even if she got a little greedy sometimes. She was worth all that money. As soon as that Sam woman came in he was left alone with some tall skinny guy that had a little too much information in his head. That was pretty much the only reason why he was happy to be called to the table. That and Bree's amazing cooking.

Although, the men might have not liked the company, they all liked the food. Then all of the sudden the colorful blonde spoke up. All of the men agreed that this was a woman they would be too afraid to approached. She looked a little too crazy and Rex hoped that she hadn't filled his daughter with a bunch of crap. Someone was pregnant and it couldn't get more awkward. They didn't know if they should've continued their soup and let them deal with it, but one glance to their women told them to put the spoons down. Maybe they should've paid more attention, but none of this were really their business so their minds could wander of how much they wanted. They weren't really expected to talk anyways. No, this was between those so called profilers. It would have been best if they could've just left to maybe watch some game, just the guys, while their women continued with this quite embarrassing dinner. Tom risked a glance at the serious dark haired man as he was about to tell them that their relationship could continue. Tom's wife had sat quiet too, but still regarded the expecting couple with great curiosity. Somehow Tom couldn't get himself to get as intrigued as her. This was just... Awkward.

Carlos literally jumped when the colorful blonde jumped out of her chair. Did that mean he could continue eating?

"Now that this is settled, it is time for our main course." Bree rose from her chair and started to gather everybody's plate, finished or unfinished, almost crashing into the squealing blonde on the way. She left the dining room and headed out to the kitchen. People around started to chat away immediately, most of them talking about the news that had been shared just recently. Bree was out only minutes after with the main dish. She explained to them all that it was braised duck, a fact Rex already knew of course and he really enjoyed it, even if he wished she would try not to spend that much time in the kitchen every day before dinner. Though, between the garlic mashed potatoes and the duck, he saw nothing wrong with the time she chose to spend preparing it today. Right now he was just happy to eat, since the first course had been taken away from him so quickly.

"So what do you guys do when you get back?" Lynette was the one to ask.

"Paperwork." Rossi answered. "Our job might seem glamorous and all, but there's a hell of a lot of paperwork that comes with it." Rossi chuckled and took a bite of his duck. The redhead really lived up to his expectations.

Rex looked at his wife and saw the pride in her face. She, like everybody else, could tell that the others loved their dinner.

"Well, I'm sure it's nice with all the traveling you get to do and the places you get to see, if you don't count the dead bodies." Bree smiled one of her less stiff ones.

"I guess." Emily answered. "But it can be hard to. With the schedule and all." She looked down at her still flat stomach.

Mike started to squirm a little in his seat, hoping that the brunet wouldn't start crying on them. Mike definitely couldn't handle a crying woman. She was clearly thinking about the baby when saying that and she looked sad. For the first time he really wanted to redirect the conversation at something else, so he spoke up, surprising both Susan and her friends.

"I've been a little out of the loop, but what happened in that house?" He asked, regretting it immediately when all eyes turned to him. He didn't like standing in the spotlight at all. "I mean I've been busy with work and all that, only heard that women went missing and that new neighbors moved in." He nodded to Emily and Morgan. Truth was that he had spent most of the time at Deirdre's father's house and then followed whatever lead he could find about the killer.

"Yeah, well..." Emily paused, her eyes asking if she should tell him and she got some nods in response. It would probably be out in the open anyways, the way this street gossiped. "We moved in undercover to figure out who was doing all this."

"What I don't understand is why you had to do that. I mean there were agents here questioning us anyways." Gaby interrupted.

"We didn't get far with that. We needed someone more on the inside. Maybe you would mention things that you didn't think was important or..."

"Or your agent would be taken." Susan said, looking at Emily. The whole table got into an awkward silence.

"So what did happen to those other girls?" Mike asked to break the awkward silence, and because of his curiosity.

Emily looked down to her lap. "They didn't make it. Two of them died even before we got there and the last one died at the hospital." It got quiet again, but Mike decided to let it be that way. Maybe to show some respect to those who died.

The rest of the main course was eaten in silence until Bree finally decided to clear their plates again. Emily, JJ and Garcia stood up from the seats and insisted on helping Bree. Of course Bree didn't want the help, but the three agents won. They disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the rest of the guests to let their food melt.

"So what do you do?" Morgan asked the guys in the neighborhood.

"I'm a plumber." Mike answered and waited for someone with a more interesting job title to take over.

"I'm in the advertisement business, an executive to be exact. We make ads in both newspapers and on TV." Tom told the agents, not really the one for small talking.

Morgan looked at the men that hadn't answered and that still kept quiet, wondering if he would get them to talk. He hadn't really had a chance to talk to these people and he was really trying to indulge them in a conversation. It worked with two of them, the other two didn't think they needed to talk.

Carlos looked at the black man and then down to where the dessert would soon be placed. His job as a president of Mergers and Acquisitions wasn't really worth talking about. It wouldn't do much to the silence. Rex's job as a surgeon was much more interesting, but he just chose to be quiet. That was what he mostly did during these dinner parties anyways so why should that stop now?

"I wish I could work." Lynette said with a sigh and a chuckle. "But before Penny gets old enough for preschool I will have to be a full-time mom."

"But you are good at it." Susan smiled at the blonde.

"Have you seen my monsters?" Lynette asked with a tone that told everyone she was joking.

Tom took his wives hand and squeezed it gently. Lynette looked up at him and gave him a tired smile. They didn't get further in their conversation before the three agents and Bree came into the room again, carrying coffee, brandy and two pies. The pies were placed on each side of the table and Bree told everyone to help themselves while Emily went around the table to offer coffee.

"Mm... what is this?" JJ asked after trying a forkful.

"It's my very own Lemon Meringue Pie." Bree said proudly.

"You have to give me the recipe." JJ continued.

"I will give it to you later, dear." Bree smiled at the younger woman, who continued eating the delicious dessert.

The rest of the dinner party went on without any complications. Even though all of the men didn't loosen up, the rest of the guests carried on the conversation, even the teenagers did some talking. The night was soon over and the agents were forced to leave. The day after they would have to drive back to Quantico. It wasn't that far so they might be able to come back to visit, though their crazy schedule would probably make it difficult.

"I will miss you." Susan said while hugging Emily. "I owe my life to you."

Emily shook her head. "You don't owe me anything. I promise I will be back though. Now with my baby I won't have the same crazy schedule and it's only 1 hour away." Emily smiled at the brunet.

They all hugged each other goodbye before leaving Bree's house. One more night at the hotel and then they would all be back in their own cozy beds.

A/N I wanted to just explore a little what the men of Wisteria Lane thinks about all these parties Bree throws. I mean they never seem too happy with them. Only the epilogue left.

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