A/N: Hello again, everyone!

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My apologies if I made any mistakes but enjoy the chapter!

This chapter will take place on February 5th, 2012.

"Gotcha!" Reid caught Séraphine trying to wobble out of the nursery. "I got you, you sneaky little girl." Smooching her face, "Let me take one last look at you before we head to church today."

After making sure her diaper was changed and getting her dressed for church, Reid smoothed out the wrinkles on her floral rosette dress before grabbing a pair of matching color slippers, "And now…." Placing one slipper at a time. "There you go, my little Cinderella."

Séraphine blushed, "Tank yoo dada."

Reid smiled before he planted a kiss on her forehead and started tickling her tummy, making her laugh.

"Knock-knock," Élise said as she entered, already dressed in a blush and ivory sunray geometric lace top pleated dress with low inch heels. Putting on her gold stunned earrings, "Is everyone decent?"

Reid fixed his tie, "Mmm-hmm." Soon his phone started vibrating. He got it, and there was a text message from Hotch.

Sorry to interrupt your weekend. We have a case.

Reid groaned in response.

"Let me guess. You got a case?" Élise correctly guessed as she lifted Séraphine, who now had a cuddly pink bear.

Reid nodded. "Yup. Atlantic City."

"That's okay. People need your help." Élise sighed before he whispered in his ear, "We'll pray for you."

Reid smiled before kissing Élise's lips and Séraphine's head, "I love you." Soon he was already on his way out.

Séraphine waved, "Luv yoo, dada."

Reid finished the last drop of his coffee and tossed the cup into the nearby trash can. He held the door for some colleagues before he walked in.

"Good morning, Reid," Hotch greeted him at first sight.

Reid acknowledged him back, "Good morning, Hotch."

"Sorry to interrupt your plans to go to Sunday services, but we have a big case." Hotch apologized for the inconvenience.

Reid replied, "I know."

Soon the team—and a late Garcia—briefed about the case in Atlantic City before they wheeled up.

While the team continued to brief about the case on the plane, Élise still headed to Sunday services with Séraphine. Meeting up with Maeve, Bobby, and BJ, they listened to the pastor's sermons on peace and faith.

After arriving home from church, Élise gave Séraphine a bath and lunch before tucking her in for a nap. After her nap, Élise got Séraphine settled in the living room and began playing with her.

"Hey. Where does this square go?" Élise babbles and points to the hollow shape holes. "Where does the square go, Fifi?"

Séraphine steadily had the blue square block in her hand before dropping in the square-shaped hole.

Élise gasped. She starts cheering and clapping her hands, "Yay!"

Séraphine clapped her hands and reached out to Élise for a hug.

"Oh, come here, my big girl." Élise cuddled and smooched her head. "You smart big girl."

Séraphine steadily placed her stubby hands over Élise's 19-nearing 20-week-old belly and started finger patting it.

Élise chuckled, "You're so cute, but be careful, okay?" Coaxing Séraphine's hands off her belly, Élise set Séraphine beside her as she took a book off from the coffee table and showed it to Séraphine. "We're going to read 'Mommy's Having a Baby.'"

Élise showed her the book just as Séraphine set her head on Élise's belly as she continued. "I know you're still young, and you probably don't know what's going on, but mommy's having a baby. And daddy and I figure that this book will help you understand that."

Séraphine steadily opened the book, "I guess someone's either exciting about her new sibling or you must really want to read this."

The team has been in Atlantic City for two days, and it wasn't until his fourth and fifth victims that the case was really coming together.

Reid was now in a room, looking at the evidence board while Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi were sitting together at a table.

Agent Carol Goslin walked in, "Forensics got a fingerprint match on the last victim. Eddie Langdon. We're looking into him." She sat down as Hotch was on his phone.

"Hey, any luck?" JJ asked Hotch, who was still trying to get permission for the $50,000 buy-in for a monthly high-stakes poker tournament.

"No, they don't want to allocate agency funds for the buy-in. I'm still working on it." Hotch answered before walking out.

"Well, I can't imagine why not. We're only asking for 50,000 bucks of taxpayer money so that FBI agents can play Texas hold 'em." Rossi deadpanned.

Prentiss had an idea, "Hey, what about you?"

"What about me what?" Rossi wondered what Prentiss was going to ask him.

"You could stake us the buy-in." Prentiss reminded Rossi that he was rich and could easily afford the buy-in.

Reid sat down at the table, "Yeah, you're a best-selling author."

"No." Rossi firmly said.

Prentiss questioned, "Why not?"

"One, it's against regulations, and I'd like to hold on to this job for a little while longer." Rossi gave a reason.

JJ replied, "It's a minor administrative violation."

"And two, I prefer to spend my money on actual things, like single-malt scotch, a fine cigar, beautiful artwork." Rossi list another reason.

"Poker chips are things," Prentiss responded, causing Rossi to scoff.

Reid spoke up, "Maybe just think of it as like a new experience. I mean, at your age, how often does that happen?" Reid recapped to Rossi that he's fifty-six years old and probably doesn't get out much.

"At my what?" Rossi glared at Reid, who silently nodded his head back.

JJ gives Rossi a motive to provide the $50,000, "Rossi, this may be our only chance to get this guy."

"Or maybe I can ask Élise for the $50,000." Reid thought, remembering Élise won millions of dollars years ago and still has those millions. "I can give her a call right now, and…."

"Yeah, I don't think so, especially since Élise is 19 weeks pregnant," Rossi dismissed that idea before he sighed after taking some time to think about it, "All right. Fine. I'm a decent poker player. But I can't promise that I can stay in the game long enough to—"

Prentiss interrupted him, "You know what? I bet you're a great poker player, but what if we sent in Reid?"

Reid bragged, "I am banned from casinos in Las Vegas, Laughlin, and Parump because of my card-counting ability."

Rossi leaned a bit forward on the table. "Look, I know I'm not a genius like the boy wonder here, but poker is not Blackjack. It's about bluffing, reading human nature, head games. It's not math."

"That's not entirely accurate." Reid countered as he got up and started drawing an equation with a black marker on the transparent board. He began rambling to the point where he didn't see JJ and Prentiss' amused faces and Rossi's annoyed facial expressions. "There actually is a mathematical equation for knowing when to raise and when to fold. If P represents the size of the pot at the time of play, then P times N minus one, with N representing the estimated number of players in the final round of betting—"

"Okay, fine." Rossi was finally convinced and had enough of Reid's rambling. "I surrender. Just try not to lose all of my money."

With a tightly pressed mouth, Reid snapped his fingers into a thumb's up.

Rossi rolled his eyes, "Sometimes I just wonder why with you."

"Why what with me?" Reid innocently asked.

Rossi exhaled, "Never mind."

"Okay, now," Élise began going over her list on her phone as she closed the car trunk. "Bags checked." She clicked on the security app on her phone. "Security system on." Élise got into the driver's seat of her car. "Girl and doggy in the bag seat."

Élise turned and took a picture of Séraphine coolly relaxed in her car seat in the middle and Opal bopping her head, safely strapped.

"Ready to head to the AC and meet up with daddy?"

Séraphine shouted, "Yea!"

Opal barked in response.

"Off to the AC to go," Élise exclaimed as she pulled out and started driving.

Reid went undercover as John Smith and got checked out by security and was quickly alerted by his emergency beacon disguised as a breath spray for his halitosis condition. He ordered himself an Arnold Palmer drink and observed some of the poker players before joining in to play.

Finally, from a few tables, his eyes caught on a magic eight-ball key chain. Deducing that he could be the potential unsub, he asked one of the female attendants, "You know, would it be all right if I sat at table two instead of four? I have a pre-glaucoma condition and the light's kind of bothering my eyes. Thanks."

The attendant smiled and nodded before jolting it down as Reid took his chips with him to table two, where he played a few rounds until he caused a scene to get the unsub out of the room.

Agent Goslin walked in as the team began packing up, "Can't believe Banks committed suicide in front of his wife."

"Yeah," Rossi agreed. "Any addiction like compulsive gambling can make people change for the worst."

Agent Goslin agreed with what Rossi said as Morgan's eyes are set in the direction where he's now pointing, "Oh, Dr. Pretty Boy…."

Reid turned, and his mouth dropped when he saw Élise and a sleepy Séraphine in her arms. Rushing over to them, "Hey, you two."

Élise kisses his cheek, "Hello, love." She begins rocking Séraphine, whispers, "She just fell asleep; Opal's in the car, waiting for you."

Reid stroked Séraphine's head before kissing. "Hi, pretty girl."

Hotch walked up to the family with his arms crossed. "What brings you all here to Atlantic City?"

"What, I can't see my man?" Élise pulled Reid closer to her. "Plus, I figure I could visit my family here while I help out some associates here."

"We just finished the case, so Reid, you can take a few days off," said Hotch as he gave Reid his go-bag.

Reid exhaled, "Thank you, Hotch." Reid placed his satchel strap on his shoulder and began walking away with Élise and Séraphine. Soon, they run into Agent Goslin,

"Thank you very much for your help, Dr. Reid." Agent Goslin smirked.

Reid nodded his head., "You're welcome."

Agent Goslin acknowledged Élise and Séraphine's presence. "Oh, who are these lovely ladies?"

"Federal prosecutor Élise Bastien and Séraphine." Élise presented themselves to Agent Goslin.

"Oh, she's so cute." Agent Goslin gushed. "You're a lucky man, Dr. Reid."

Reid smiled, "I know."

Finally, Reid, Élise, Séraphine, and Opal made it to Arthur and Brenda's place and were now in the guest bedroom.

"So glad you're here," Reid kissed Élise's lips as they snuggled in bed together. "So glad you're all here."

"Mmm-hmm…" Élise kissed Reid's lips again. "Did anything else happen during the case?"

"Well…" Reid pulled Élise closer to him and whispered something in her ear, causing her mouth to drop and her eyes to broaden.

"For real?" She breathed.

Reid shook his head. "Mmm-hmm."

"What are you going to do with all that money?" asked Élise.

Reid answers, "Subtracting that from the $50,000 I borrowed from Rossi; I say we use that for our children's education."

"Knowing they'll inherit your brains, I don't think we'll ever need to worry about the cost of their education." Élise chuckled. "But now I think you'll be banned from casinos here in the AC."

"That's exactly what some of the security guards said to me," Reid replied. "Just like in my hometown and two other places."

During their time in New Jersey, Reid, Élise, Séraphine, and Opal hung out at her parents' place until they returned to D.C. by Thursday night. They also had dinner with them, visited Rutgers University and Élise's old neighborhood.

Now it's Friday morning, and Reid, Élise, and Séraphine are now at Dr. Patterson's office.

"Okay," After washing her hands, Dr. Patterson pulled on her blue gloves and wiggled her fingers before reaching to the cabinet, getting out some warm gel. "Élise, are you ready?"

"It's not my first rodeo, doc." Élise sighed, trying to relax in the cream-color chair,

Dr. Patterson chuckled, "I know." She soon asked as she applied the gel to Élise's stomach. "Dr. Reid, Séraphine, are you ready?"

Reid was sitting next to Élise with Séraphine in his lap, "Yup." Stroking Séraphine's hair, he asks her, "How about you, Fifi? Ready to see your new sibling?"

"Yea!" Séraphine cheered.

Dr. Patterson giggled as she witnessed the exchange. Focusing again, she takes her round probe and moves it around Élise's belly. Gasping, "Look at that."

Élise covered her mouth once the week 20 baby appeared on the screen, "Look, Spenie." Élise began fanning herself. "Look at our baby."

Reid pointed to the screen while steadily holding Séraphine in his other arm, "Look at the hand."

"You can see the fingers," Dr. Patterson gazed. "Hi, little one!"

Élise waved, "Hi, it's mommy. Daddy and your soon-to-be big sister, Séraphine, are here with me."

Reid's mouth dropped, "Look at the heart beating like that."

"Yeah," Dr. Patterson started and got a heart tracing on the fetus; the charts and measurements pulled up on the screen, "Heart rate is normal." She then moved to the baby's head, "Lots of brain activity there."

"You're definitely going to have my intelligence," Reid bragged before snuggling Séraphine, "Just like you, my fluffy little Fifi."

"Everything is great," Dr. Patterson replied as the ultrasound continued. "Limbs are good. The same with the neck, spine. Oh! And you can see their cute little face."

Élise gushed at the sight of seeing the fetus' face, "So adorable."

Dr. Patterson presented, "And now we get to the…."

Reid's jaw dropped. "I think I know what we're having."

Élise turned her head and squealed. "I think I do, too."

"We're having…."