A/N: Thanks to my faithful readers and reviewers and to all my American friends, I hope you had a good Thanksgiving. So here's what I promised, I hope you like...

Disclaimer: Same as always, and I don't own Harry Potter. LOL.

Chapter 14 – Getting Scared

Quantico, Virginia

FBI Academy

Early Monday morning, Reid and Elle stood in the middle booth at the Firearms Training Facility at the FBI Academy. Elle emptied her clip before she removed her earphones and turned back towards her boyfriend. "I don't see how I can help you. Hotch is right, just break it down, front sight, controlled trigger press, follow through. I know that you'll pass this one." She was helping him practice for his firearms qualification.

He smiled at her. "Thank you." His smile quickly turned to a smirk as he recalled a story. "You know when I failed last year, not long after you got here?" She nodded. "Yeah, well, Hotch and I were practicing and I hit the target three times in the groin and he asked me if you had taught me that," he finished his story laughing.

"Ha ha, funny Hotch."

He smiled as he kissed her on the top of the head. "Here let me try." He put his earphones on and stepped forward. He raised his gun and took two shots. He smiled as he saw that he had hit his target.

Elle laughed, "See, I knew you could do it."

He turned around and grinned. "You're a much more engaging teacher than Hotch." He removed his earphones, goggles, and put his gun back in its holster on his belt. He looked down at his wrist watch. "We actually have a lot of time before you have to go to the BAU and before I have to take my test. So if you want to go over to the gym or something then we can."

She shook her head. "No, I actually got up really early and ran this morning."

He frowned. "Oh, I was hoping that I would get to watch you swim or something." He laughed as she playfully pushed him back. "Sorry." He smiled as he asked, "You don't want to face off in hand-to-hand?"

She laughed, "No, trust me; you do not want to do that."

He smirked as he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Why not?"

"Cuz I'd kick your ass," she answered smugly.

"Well then, maybe you can teach me some things."

She chuckled, "Oh I'm sure that I could but you should keep practicing and I'll just make a really early appearance at the BAU."

"Okay," he laughed.

She kissed him softly, "Good luck."

"Thank you."

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Reid ran out of the elevator and almost knocked two female agents to the floor in the process. "I'm sorry!" He apologized hurriedly. He wanted to get to the BAU bullpen as quickly as possible so that he could tell Elle that he had passed his firearms qualification with flying colors.

He pushed open one of the large glass doors and entered the bullpen that was like a second home to him. He saw Morgan at his desk, reading through a file as he sipped on a mug of coffee, but Elle's desk was empty.

"Hey man, how did it go this time?" Morgan asked Reid curiously as he spotted him walking towards their desks.

He ignored Morgan's question and asked one of his own. "Where's Elle?"

"She wasn't feeling well, nauseous, so Hotch sent her home. But ya know Elle," Morgan laughed lightly, "she said to call her in if we get a case."

"She's sick," he said quietly to himself as he walked towards his desk and sat down. He did not have any recollection of Elle taking a sick day since she joined the BAU so she must be really coming down with something.

For Reid, the day passed painfully slowly. He had no idea how much he would miss Elle's presence in the office. The way that she could hold an intelligent conversation with him while they were taking a break and the way that she would playfully joke and flirt with Morgan. As soon as he finished his paperwork, he bolted out of the building and raced to the train station. He made a couple of quick stops before arriving at Elle's house.

He knocked on her front door and anxiously waited for her to answer. She pulled the door open and he smiled softly. She was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, her comfort clothes. She had taken out her contacts and put on her glasses and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. "Hi," she greeted him quietly as she leaned on the door.

"Hey, I brought literature and chicken soup." He smiled as he held up the brown paper bag in his hand. Instead of speaking, she pulled the door open wide and allowed him to step inside her house. He wrapped one arm around her waist and brought her into his chest so that he could kiss her softly on the top of the head. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," she smiled as she took him by the hand and led him to her sofa.

He placed the brown paper bag on the coffee table and removed his messenger bag from over his shoulder and placed it on the floor next to the couch. He sat down and immediately pulled her into his arms, pressing her back against his chest and wrapping both arms around her waist. "I missed you at work."

She giggled to herself as she rested her head on his chest. "Really?"

"Yeah," he replied after kissing her hair. "How are you feeling?" He asked for the second time.

"Good. Honestly, I think it might just be upcoming girl problems."

He looked down at her in confusion before realization hit him. "Oh! Oh!" Blush tinged his cheeks. "Sorry."

She laughed, "Its okay."

"So is there anything that I can do for you?" He asked timidly.

"You brought me chicken soup," she smiled.

"Anything else? I brought you a book because my Mom always read to me when I was sick," he confessed quietly. His Mom had always read to him. She had read, easily, a thousand books to him in his childhood.

"That's sweet but I was actually going to get in the bath and then go to bed."

"I can read to you while you're in the bath," he proposed hopefully.

"That's really sweet…"

"And I won't look, I promise!" He added quickly.

She laughed loudly, "You're so cute."

"So will you let me?" He asked thoughtfully.

She smiled to herself. He was so caring. Until they had started dating, she had never realized how considerate, sweet, and protective he could be. She enjoyed knowing that, if need be, he could really take care of her. "Okay, sure. What did you bring me?"

"Well, you were telling me the other day that you've read all of the Harry Potter books except for the last one because you haven't had the time, so I brought my copy to start to read to you."

She slowly got to her feet and stood up in front of him. "I'm going to go and run the bath and I'll sing out to you in a minute."

He nodded, "Okay." He removed his jacket, scarf, and shoes and then took the book out of his messenger bag.

"Okay, Reid, I'm in!"

He smiled as he made his way to her bathroom. He covered the right side of his face with his hand so that he could not see her in the bathtub and she laughed. He hopped up onto the bathroom vanity and leaned his back against the wooden cupboards. He stretched his legs out so that they covered the sink and laid the book is in lap. He opened the front cover of the book and his eyes focused on the pages. "Okay, chapter one, 'The Dark Lord Ascending. The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane. For a second they stood quite still, wands directed at each other's chests; then, recognizing each other, they stowed their wands beneath their cloaks and started walking briskly in the same direction.'" He paused and looked up from the book. "Are you comfortable?" He asked considerately.

"Yes," she answered dreamily as she had closed her eyes and leaned her head back so that it rested on the edge of the tub. "Your voice is so soothing."

He smiled to himself before he returned to reading aloud from the book.

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After Reid had left, Elle had gone straight to bed but she woke up the next morning feeling even worse. She had just gotten to her feet when a wave of nausea swept over here. She sprinted to her bathroom and just made it to the toilet before she got sick.

Once she was sure that her stomach was completely empty, she stood up and moved towards the sink. As she brushed her teeth, her mind began to wander. She wasn't stupid, she was the exact opposite, intelligent and well educated, and she knew that the signs didn't look good.

This was the third consecutive morning that she had woken up feeling sick. She had been noticing that her breasts have been extremely tender recently and her period was late. Her view throughout most of her life had been to expect the worst and hope for the best, and that realistic part of her brain was telling her that she was pregnant. But she also knew that the morning sickness and her late period could be attributed to stress and that tender breasts were a sign of impending menstruation. She also knew that, except for that one time just before they left for Los Angeles, she and Reid had always used a condom. And from drawing on her knowledge of biology, it was virtually physically impossible for her to be experiencing the symptoms this early if a baby had been conceived then.

Regardless, she would feel much more comfortable after taking a pregnancy test.

So after work, she carefully dodged Reid's invitation to get a late dinner and drove directly to the pharmacy not far from her house.

She carried the home pregnancy test into her bathroom and became increasingly nervous. When she had thought this out this morning it had seemed so clear and simple, and she had been so calm. Now she was freaking out. What if the test came back positive? She wanted kids but not yet, she wasn't ready. Neither was Reid. She could only imagine his reaction to the news that he was going to be a father. His mouth would drop open, his eyes would grow wide, and when he attempted to speak a small squeak would escape. Besides, they'd only been dating a month!

She took a deep breath before going about her business, setting the pregnancy test on the bathroom vanity, and programming the timer on her watch for three minutes. This was going to be the slowest three minutes of her life.

She began to analyze her relationship with Reid. They were moving really fast and it was scaring her. Couples who've only been together a month aren't supposed to spend every spare moment together like her and Reid do. Sometimes it felt like they'd been together forever, but maybe the fact that they were both profilers played into that as well. They could read each other very easily and without effort. That also scared her. Knowing that her boyfriend could read her thoughts and emotions put her in a very vulnerable position and it almost made her want to put back up the shield that she had taken down for him.

The relatively loud beeping from her watch brought her out of her head and it made her jump. Three minutes was up.

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