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A/n the site appears to be having trouble. I hope you can see this under chapter 29 if not, it might be chapter 30 instead. We'll see.

Hotch stood just inside the door to his office and watched his team in the bullpen. Morgan had kicked back in his chair with his feet up on the desk. Reid sat at his desk blushing about something Morgan was saying to him. The older agent was grinning and his eyes twinkled as the young doctor flicked his eyes to Emily. His fiancé was glaring at Morgan who laughed.

Hotch fixed his gaze solely on Emily. Only a week had passed since the memorial service, but Emily was holding up well. There were times he looked at her when she was deep in thought and he could see the pain that still lingered.

"She's okay Dad." Rossi said.

Years of working in the prosecutor's office and in the BAU kept him from jumping at the voice at his elbow. He looked over at his friend who was smirking at him.

"Did you need something Dave, or are you just here to annoy me."

"You said it yourself Aaron. This team is family."

"So what does that make you?" Hotch shot back.

"I'm their slightly disinterested but highly regarded uncle."

"At least you're honest."

"And you never pull any punches," Rossi responded, trying his best not to smile. "Emily's fine…" Rossi said again. "She's been through the worst pain a parent can live through and she's doing great."

"I know Dave."

"But you're still worried about her."

Hotch eyed his friend who just stood there looking at him as if he was evidence at a crime scene. You never could tell what Dave was thinking on a good day.

"Yes I'm worried about her. I am the head of this unit. I need to know that everyone on the team can perform at their best."

Rossi simply crossed his arms. "Is that all you're worried about."

"Yes. I worry about all of them."

"Like I said, 'Dad,'" Rossi reiterated.

"Haven't you got something on your desk to do?"

"Sure thing boss," His saluted him and went back to his office.

Hotch went into his office and shut the door. It wouldn't do for the team to hear him giving in to the overwhelming urge to laugh. After all, he had to keep them in line somehow.

His phone ran seconds later. He spoke briefly with the person on the other end of the line. His face was back to its normal scowling lines by the time the person finished his request. It was time to get back to work.

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Garcia was the last to scurry into the conference room. She went straight to Hotch, handed him an envelope, and gave him a significant look.

"JJ…" Hotch addressed the young liaison. "Before we get started, I have something to say to Prentiss and Reid."

The couple looked at each other, then at their senior profiler.

"The last couple of weeks have been hell for both of you." He said. "I know you want to put them behind you and get on with your life. However, before you do, I have something to present to you."

He motioned for Emily and Reid to come forward. "Garcia and I found a charity and took up a collection in the team and from Emily's parents."

He handed the envelope to Emily who opened it and pulled out a check. Her eyes went wide and she began to cry. Reid took the check and went white. "I don't understand. This is too much!"

"No it's not kid." Morgan said. "We all went into our savings for Robert. Garcia found a charity called the "Missing Angels Foundation." It fights SADS - sudden antenatal death syndrome - or stillbirth. We wanted to make the donation in Robert's name."

"T-thank y-you," Reid stammered. He held onto Emily and stroked her hair as she wept.

"You're welcome sweet cheeks."

"We didn't mean to make you sad." JJ said to Emily.

"I'm not upset." Emily pulled away from Reid to accept a hanky from Garcia. "I can't believe you guys did this for us."

"We wanted to do something that would help other parents avoid the pain of losing a child." Rossi said.

"Thanks Hotch," Emily said.

Hotch nodded his head and gave them a rare smile. "All children should have a chance at life."

"Thank you all," Emily said wiping her eyes. "I don't know what to say."

"Yeah… You really threw us for a loop." Reid agreed.

"That's not hard to do to you kid." Morgan piped up.

The rest of the team laughed. Hotch's face returned to stone. "Alright… We still have a job to do."

The team settled down while Hotch gave Reid and Emily a softer look that made them both smile. "I hope this gives you some peace." He said quietly.

"It will," Emily said with a tiny smile.

"Okay then, let's get back to work." JJ said.

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Emily dropped her bag on the floor next to the door to their hotel room. Reid was taking off his dirty converse shoes even though he had yet to take off his jacket and her favorite purple scarf.

"My feet hurt." He complained.

"I'm ready to fall into bed, but first, I'm taking a long shower before you get any ideas about hogging the bathroom." She in formed him, picking up her bag again.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said as he took off his jacket and scarf.

"Don't play innocent with me Dr. Reid." She said over her shoulder.

Luckily, for him, his back was to her so she didn't see the smile on his face. If she wanted the bathroom first, that was okay with him. He could get into his sleep clothes and read a little before they had to go to sleep.

He had just pulled off his tie when the bathroom door opened and a very annoyed Emily confronted him.

"What the hell is this?"

His head whipped up at the sound, "W-what?" He said in utter shock.

Emily held out a scrap of red lace in her hand. "What is this Spencer Reid?"

He felt his face going red. "Um… I don't -"

"Don't you say you don't know?" Her words cracked through the air like a whip. "It's underwear."

"Yeah…" Was all he dared to say?

"I didn't put this in my bag."

"Um…" He squeaked. "I re-packed it a week ago. We haven't had any sleepover cases since then and we've been so busy -"

"So you thought that a thong would be something I'd want to wear on the job."

"Well… I thought that -"

She pressed on as though he had not spoken. "Did you also think this would be appropriate?"

She pulled a slinky pink silk nightgown from her bag. "Do you really want me to wear this to bed every night? Are you trying to torture yourself?"

"Emily I -"

"You packed this too," She held up a black sweater she had thought was so cute until the first time she wore it and found that it itched like crazy. It was a size too small now that she still had ten pounds to lose from her pregnancy so it was too tight.

"I like that and you never wear it. I thought it would be warm." He said very fast, feeling as though he knew what the words 'back and pedal' really meant.

His fiancé was staring him down as he thought rapidly. Saving his hide wasn't a possibility, but maybe he could still get out of this with a minimum of pain. "Emily…" He said in the same soothing tone he saved for Aaron when the baby was upset. "I didn't really pay attention to those." He pointed in the general direction of the thong and the nightgown now lying on the floor in a heap in front of the bathroom door. "I just grabbed whatever was closest and -"

"Spencer, just how dumb do you think I am?"

"I don't think you're dumb." He squeaked.

"You must, because you packed what you wanted to see, not what was comfortable or sensible for work."

He stood there with sweating forehead and palms trying to come up with some excuse she'd buy. His mind raced nearly as fast as it did when he was trying to come up with that elusive piece of the puzzle that would find a killer or arsonist, or rapist. Unfortunately, he was getting nothing, Zero. Zip. Nada!

Then Emily began to grin, "You know Spence…" He gulped at the nickname she seldom used unless she was feeling particularly playful. "I think you're right. Maybe I should wear the thong tomorrow. It might be interesting to see how it affects my state of mind. Don't you think?"

"Um…" Oh boy, there was no good answer for that. He'd chosen her clothes based on what he liked, not what she'd actually want to wear. Like the sweater, it was tight and it looked so good on her.

"Spencer!"

"What?"

"You didn't answer my question." He looked up to see that she'd picked up the thong and was letting it swing from her pinky.

If he said yes, he'd have to deal with thinking about her all day, and what she must look like with it on under her sensible work clothes. Hotch wouldn't be happy with him because his concentration would be shot. Morgan would know something was wrong and would tease him until he spilled his guts.

You idiot! You can't say no. You packed all her clothes based on what you like!

"Ok…" He said miserably.

"This'll be lots of fun." She winked at him and disappeared into the bathroom.

He let out a breath and went to his go bag. Maybe God would take pity on him and help find the un-sub by the end of the day tomorrow. Still, it was going to be a long day.

As it turned out, the night was worse than the next day. Emily came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam just after Reid had finished the book he'd begun on the jet after their briefing.

The light pink negligee was silk with lace along the bottom of the baby doll hem. It flared out around her legs when she walked to the bed. It had thin straps and dipped down about halfway to her navel exposing more of her cleavage than he'd seen in weeks.

He swallowed as she came closer in the low light of the lamp next to the bed. Her hair was down around her shoulders in loose waves and her face was clean of makeup, but she astounded him nonetheless.

"Ready for bed," she said sweetly.

Was he ready for bed?

"Good night Spencer." She climbed into bed, pulled up the covers and turned away from him.

"Emily…" He croaked.

"It's after midnight Spence. You better not read for long. You need your sleep."

He put down the book and shut off the light. He tried to settle in and sleep, but lying on his back with his arms stiff at his sides so he didn't accidentally touch her in the middle of the night wasn't conducive to sleeping. It he touched her, it would be all over and waiting until her next doctor's appointment confirmed her wellness would be out the window. He just couldn't do it.

On the other hand, she was sleeping just fine. Suck it up smart guy! You got yourself into this situation. Now you have to deal with it.

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Morning came finding Emily getting up first and showering while Reid tried to get a few minutes of sleep. He dozed off then it seemed like second later when a hand fell on his shoulder and Emily said. "Get up Spencer. We're going to be late."

He climbed out of bed and tripped over the book he'd left on the floor.

"Damn it!"

"How did you sleep?" Emily said sweetly as she fluffed out her hair.

"Oh I slept just fabulous. How about you?"

"There's no need for sarcasm Spencer. You made your bed and you had to lie in." She retorted.

"Emily…"

She turned and looked at him while he dressed. "I'm sorry Spencer. I know last night wasn't fun for you. Despite what you think, it wasn't a picnic for me either. The last three months have been torture, but we got through them. I have my final checkup in three days and then you better look out." She winked at him.

"Alright, enough already, I surrender. I'm sorry I thought with my hormones and not with my brain when I packed your bag."

She came over and adjusted the tie he'd added over his white dress shirt. "It's okay baby. One thing you might want to remember."

"What's that?" He quaked in his shoes for more criticism.

"When you pack for a woman we generally like stuff that matches." She slowly unbuttoned her navy blue shirt and revealed a green silk push up bra with black lace around the edges."

"See, it doesn't match the thong."

"Um… okay!"

"Good man." She buttoned her blouse and patted him on the cheek. "Lets get to work."