Friday, February 14th

"Hello Sara, how are you?"

"Hi Julie, I'm fine, how are you?"

"Also fine. Do you miss Sofia?"

"Always. But I'm here because she forgot her lunch and I know her, she'll get some fast food instead. Not what the doctor ordered her to have. Where is she?"

"Conference room five. Shall I take you there?"

"I know my way, all I need is the visitor card."

"Here you are."

"Thanks. I'll be back in five minutes."

"Oh, I don't worry about you."

"My boss will when I'm not on time. See you soon." With the lunch box Sara walked down the corridor. Her wife forgot her lunch when she rushed out of the kitchen this morning. An urgent call. When Sara saw the lunch box on the counter, it was too late to call the blonde, so she decided to leave a few minutes earlier and get her wife the lunch box. It was a chance to visit the lab again. Not that she missed working in a lab…a lot...sometimes…at all…okay, she missed it. Sometimes she did wonder how it would be to work with Sofia again, which didn't mean, she didn't like her job anymore. It was just…a nice idea to see her wife more often. Working cases with her, exchanging ideas, watching how her brilliant mind wrapped itself around a case and solve it. Sexy. Intelligence was very, very sexy. Packed into a beautiful body with a sexy swagger it was irresistible.

The door to the conference room was open, Sofia sat at the table, reading something.

"Hello gorgeous, didn't you forget something?" She let her hand run over her lover's shoulder and frozen when Sofia turned.

"And you are?"

"Uhm…I'm…I'm sorry." Not Sofia. Another woman. Also blonde, also blue eyes and…at least she didn't look like she was about to arrest Sofia for sexual harassment. This was so embarrassing.

"Hello Sorry, I'm agent Jareau. I assume you mistook me for somebody."

"Yes, my wife…" Hello Sorry? Right, she didn't managed to give this woman her name, all she could do was stutter an apology. She made a fool out of herself and when this woman heard she was Sofia's wife, she'd embarrass her wife too.

"CSI Curtis."

"Yes. I'm really sorry…I mean, my name is Sara and I am sorry."

Agent Jareau laughed. "It's okay. I sat here with my back to you, having long, blonde hair like your wife, who you expect to be here, it's not a surprise you mistook me for her."

"Thanks. Where is she?"

"She should be back any second. Are you working the case too?"

"What case? Oh, no, I'm not a CSI or cop, I'm a ranger. A visitor." She held up her visitor card.

"So you are here to deliver lunch?"

"Yes."

"My husband never brings lunch to me."

"Maybe he knows you're responsible enough to get your own lunch. Healthy lunch."

"And your wife isn't?"

"Not always." Why did she tell this agent Jareau? It wasn't her business and it surely didn't wasn't from any interest to her what Sofia did or didn't eat.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I've got…Sara? What are you doing here?" There she was, busy, with a folder in her arms and followed by a young man. Her wife. She looked definitely more beautiful than the agent. Besides, weren't agents always the enemy?

"You forgot your lunch."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I thought I get it to you before I go to work. Agent Jareau kept me entertained and…I think I should go." She handed Sofia the box. "Take care of the three of you, will you?"

"Always. Take care of my ranger."

"I will. See you tonight. Agent Jareau, once again I'm sorry and thanks for your understanding. Goodbye."

"Goodbye Sara."

Puzzled Sofia followed her lover with her eyes. What was the brunette sorry for? What did the agent understand? She must have missed something special while she was getting the folder.

"Okay, you asked for the information about the first two cases, here they are. The first victim was killed in Hollywood, the second in Lynwood." She gave the case files to Agent Jareau and doctor Reid, who came into the room when Sara. "I understood you have a case in San Francisco, that is similar."

"It's the same and there are two cases since last night." Agent Jareau said. "The rest of our team is already up there. Who worked the cases here?"

"Detective Flack and I the Hollywood case, the Lynwood case was first worked by lieutenant Baxter before we found out, it's the same perpetrator and detective Flack took the lead. You talked to him?"

"Briefly on the phone, he's on his way to here. Tell me, what do you know about the perpetrator?"

"Male, mid-to early thirties, well educated, has transportation. He lures his way into the victims apartment, ties them up and kills them with a single GSR. Both times with a .45 caliber.

Did he do the same in San Francisco?"

"Yes."

The cell phone of doctor Reid rang and he answered it while Agent Jareau kept talking. "He did the same two days ago, the crime scene of last night is still active, we don't know all details yet."

"I want to be in the team."

"That was Hotch, he wants us up north ASAP. The flight is at noon."

"I want to come with you, I worked the cases here."

"Not possible." Doctor Reid took the folder. "We keep you informed."

"Yeah, like always. I read about it in the newspaper. You can't just shut me out."

"Sofia." The voice of agent Jareau was soft. "You're pregnant."

"How do you know and what does it have to do with the case?"

"Your wife said, take care of the three of you. You're pregnant with twins. Judged by your figure, it's an early stage, first trimester. I've a child myself, I know it's important to have enough rest. Going to San Francisco isn't resting, it's stressful. I do understand you want to be a part of this, you deserve to be a part of it and you are, but for your own health and the safety of your babies, it's better you stay here. I promise I keep you informed and you don't have to read the newspaper to know what's going on."

Sofia swallowed. The agent had a pretty good point here. The safety of her babies and the fact, her wife wouldn't like it when Sofia took off to San Francisco to chase a killer.

"Okay. I trust you on the vivid information flood."

"A promise from mother to mother." The other woman smiled.

"You look…mad." Don got his arm around Sofia.

"I am."

"At whom?"

"Myself. The FBI. The guy, who kills people and moved to another city."

"Did you hear something?"

"No, they took off two hours ago."

"Do you think they keep you in the loop?"

"I hope so."

"I'm about to fly there, don't trust them, all I need is the official invitation of SFPD."

"Will you get it?"

"One of them owes me a favor, so yes. I expect to be on the four o'clock flight. Want to join?"

"I do…"

"But?"

"Agent Jareau had a pretty good point why I can't."

"What? Not your business? It's Federal business?"

"No, I'm pregnant with twins and it's not the best idea to have too much stress."

"How does she know? Do they have personal files about us? About our health?"

"Sara was here and she mistook agent Jareau with me. Both blonde, sitting with her back to the door, she expected me to be in the room."

"Oh-ho." Don grinned. "Did she greet the agent too friendly?"

"I have no idea what exactly happened, but I know she was a little bit…confused. Do I really look like agent Jareau?"

"From the back? Yes. You're both sexy."

"Since when are you into blondes?"

"I'm not, they're only a snack"

"Honey, you are in love with a Tanya, I don't believe your macho words."

"I'm the man."

"She's the woman and without her permission you do nothing. Without her permission I wouldn't be pregnant with twins."

"I made the decision, she was fine with it and I would have made the same decision if she was against it. I want children, she doesn't want any, so you are the only one, who can make my dreams come true. Of course I could donate sperm but I had no idea who my child was. I prefer this way. I can be a daddy. Although you don't want me involved."

"Honey, I don't want you responsible in front of the law, you know you're Susan's father, she loves you, she knows you're her big daddy and the twins will love you too. You're the perfect father."

"Thanks."

"I mean it." Sofia pulled him into her arms. "You're the prefect father. Tanya is a lucky woman to have you. I love you."

"I love you too. And our babies." He caressed her belly. His children. Only a few more months and he'd have his babies in his arms. "Thanks for thinking of them. I know you want to be up north, want to investigate and hell, they could need you, but the twins are more important."

"Yes, they are. "

"Did you come up with names?"

"We have no idea what gender they are."

"So? Any ideas?"

"Actually we do. Sandy and Solora. Or Saloso."

"Interesting names."

"Sara loves Sofia. Sofia love Sara. That's what the names stand for."

"What about Don? Doesn't Sofia love Don? Solodo? Or Doloso? Dolosa?"

"You're cute."

"You're the gorgeous mother of my twins."

"I love you, detective."

"Love you too." His cell phone rang. "Gimme a second. Flack."

Sofia leant back and watched him on the phone. Would one or both of her children look like Don? Be like him? Susan did look like Sara and act like Don. A great combination. Would the twins looks like him and be like her? Or the other way around? Or one of both?

"SFPD called. I'm in."

"That's good."

"Yes, I've to see Rock. Are you fine here?"

"I am. Go and get the bastard."

"Thanks, I will. Is there any message I should get to your back doppelganger?"

"Very funny."

"Maybe Sara wants to pass on a message. Her wife in ten years younger."

"Ten years younger? I hate you, it can't be more than five."

"Who counts the years? You look better. Much better. Your blue eyes are nicer. Our babies will be the most beautiful babies in hospital."

"Absolutely."

He kissed her. "I see you soon, take care of our babies and our chicks."

"I will. Catch a killer, Donald. Make me proud."

"You are already proud of me." He grinned and left the room, leaving her slightly frustrated. He could fly to San Francisco while she had to stay here.