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"Oh, my God." Élise moaned as she stepped into the car's front passenger seat with Reid patiently waiting for her.

Reid turned his head and kissed Élise's cheek and asked as he began to drive again, "So, how was the hearing?"

Élise groaned and rubbed her temples, "So many questions." Élise took a sip from her water bottle and swallowed before answering again, "They asked me about my judicial philosophy, past sentencing recommendations, opinions on hot-topic issues, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera."

"What happens after the hearing?" asked Reid.

Élise explained, "After the hearing, the Senate Judiciary Committee with vote to either approve me, or the President will have to re-nominate me." She placed her hand over her mouth and soothed her belly.

Reid asked again, "And if Senate approves you?"

"If Senate confirms me, then I'll be a judge. If not, then I won't be a judge." Élise sighed.

Reid tapped Élise's hands. "Whatever the outcome is, to be nominated at a young age is an honor."

"Yeah," Élise felt nervous, and it wasn't just the pregnancy symptoms. "I'm hungry."

"For dinner, I'll cook some chicken parmesan with a leafy green salad and whole-grain mini rolls."

Élise licked her lips and could already taste it, "Now that sounds good."

Reid prepared dinner while Élise played with Séraphine.

After dinner, Élise gave Séraphine her bath and tucked her in for bedtime.

"Oh, Lord, have mercy," Élise kicked off her Chanel flats for a moment and stretched her swollen feet. "Lord, have mercy."

Reid assured Élise as he had Séraphine on his lap, "It'll be fine, honey." Reid bounced Séraphine with his knee, "Hey, Fifi. Tell mommy it'll be alright."

"It bee kay, mama." Séraphine babbled.

Élise smiled and stroked Séraphine's head when Dr. Patterson walked in and had a warm smile on her face. "Hi-hi, everybody."

"Hello, doc," Élise breathed.

Reid greeted, "Nice to see you again, doctor."

Dr. Patterson giggled and asked Séraphine, "How does it feel, Séraphine, to be one year old?"

"It gah!" Séraphine gibbered.

Dr. Patterson laughed before turning her attention to Élise again. "How are you feeling, Élise?"

"I'm feeling good, except for the typical 24-week pregnancy symptoms," Élise scratched her belly. "I'm swollen in many places; I itch badly, cramps, backaches. I had trouble sleeping last night. Plus, I feel stressed about potential being a federal judge."

Dr. Patterson rested her hand on Élise's shoulder and assured her, "It'll get better, especially after you see your son."

"I want to see him right now," Élise looked at her 24-week belly.

"Actually, did you know that at 24 weeks…?" Reid would have given a fact about babies born at 24 weeks had Élise not given him a snarly stare.

"Spencer…" Élise singsong gritted her teeth and lowered her eyes.

Reid nodded his head and pressed his mouth tightly.

"Anything else that has been going on?" Dr. Patterson wondered.

Élise answered, "I've been eating well 75-85 percent at the time, definitely taking my prenatal vitamins. I hydrate at every chance I get. I get my exercise on how much as I can, including my Kegel exercises, and I'm finding ways to de-stress myself."

"How about heartburn? Have you experienced any kind of indigestion?" Dr. Patterson questioned Élise about that.

"Not that I know of, but I don't think so," answered Élise honestly.

Dr. Patterson advised, "Make sure you take your time, eat and chew your food slowly. Instead of three big meals a day, aim for five-to-six small meals. Avoid spicy, greasy, acidic, and fatty foods. And don't go to bed after eating."

"No problem. Plus, I don't like spicy food anyway." Élise replied.

Dr. Patterson whispered, "Before you leave, you'll need to provide a urine sample."

"Okay."

Dr. Patterson looked at Élise's charts, "Everything's good well. You're taking such great care of yourself. I got the results of the glucose test, and your blood sugar levels are normal, so you don't have to worry about gestational diabetes again."

Élise sighed in relief, "Great news about that."

Soon Dr. Patterson prepared the ultrasound machine and showed the Bastien-Reid family screenshots of their unborn baby boy.

Reid punched in the security code, closed the locked door behind him, walked down the pathway and into the driver's seat. He said to Élise, who was tapping away on her cell phone, "House is locked and safeguarded."

They turned their heads to see Séraphine and Opal in their safely secured seats. Reid looked at the time on his watch, and it was seven minutes to eight. "Okay. We should be in New Jersey within the afternoon."

Élise asked, "Ready to go see your uncle Arthur for his birthday?"

"Yea!" Séraphine blathered.

Opal barked in response.

"Let's head to New Jersey."

Reaching Baltimore after nearly an hour, Reid and Élise took Séraphine and Opal to play at a local dog park before they left after about an hour and drove for the next hour.

The family stopped in Wilmington, Delaware, and stayed there for an hour as well before getting Séraphine settled down for a nap, which went smoothly.

Staying in Philadelphia for forty-five minutes, the family visited some dog-friendly places.

Just as Reid predicted, it was still afternoon time when they finally made it to New Jersey. But they decided to make a stop or two.

Élise opened the door for Opal to get out, closed the driver passenger backseat door, and made her way to the other side to carry Séraphine out of her car seat while Reid took their luggage out of the backseat.

Opal ran up to the front door of Arthur and Brenda's house and began barking. Soon, the door opened.

"Élise!" Arthur was happy to see his little sister.

Séraphine flapped her tiny hand at him, "Artie!"

Arthur smiled at the sight of Séraphine, "Hey, Fifi! How are you?"

"Gah!" Séraphine exclaimed.

Reid came up the pathway with luggage bags in his hands, "Hey, Arthur."

"Arthur?" Brenda asked as she noticed the front door open before her eyes widened when she saw Reid, Élise, and Séraphine standing. "Hey!" She squealed and hugged Élise. "How are you guys?" Pulling back from the hug, "Ooh! I love the dress!" She liked Élise's light blue knitted dress, which showed off her 24-week bump.

Élise placed her free hand on her belly, "Oh, thanks!"

"What are you all doing here?" Brenda wondered and placed her hand on her hip.

"We'd figured we surprise you, bro." Élise showed the bag she was carrying by her elbow. "Happy Birthday."

Mr. Micha and Ms. Geneva arrived at the house for Arthur's birthday celebration.

"Oh, what a day," Reid returned to the guest bedroom after checking in on Opal, who slept in the corner in the living room. He looked down to take a quick peek at Séraphine sleeping in her travel crib. He whispered, "Hi, Fifi. You're so cute and adorable when you're sleeping."

Élise relaxed in the Full XL-size bed with her hand on her belly. "I know." She cuddled when Reid joined her and got under the comforters. "Oh, baby. When do you want to work on the nursery?"

"We can think of some designs when we get back to D.C.," Reid guessed.

Élise asked, "Have you ever thought about moving?"

"Moving?" Reid pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

"In the D.C. area, silly," Élise playfully tapped his shoulder. "Move to a bigger place in D.C."

Reid scratched his chin and gave the idea some thought, "When do you want to plan the move?"

"According to House Hunting magazine, the best time to start looking is about five-to-six months before you actually want to move," Élise remembered. "Of course, there's having to deal with the mortgage, what we want in the new house, but yeah. Maybe we should look after our boy's born." Élise suggested.

Reid cocked his head and wrinkled his nose, "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea." Reid rested his hand on her belly and talked to his unborn son. "Hey, little guy. It's daddy. How are you doing in mommy's belly?"

Élise laughed until a gasp came out of her mouth, "He's kicked. Our boy kicked."

"Aw, look at this," Élise showed Brenda a bear-print cotton footed coverall. "This is kinda cute."

Brenda chuckled and had her eyes set on a light blue striped cotton top & pant set. "Oh, I like this one, too."

"I don't know if I want to buy much since I know Spencer's Aunt Ethel will be knitting a store's worth of baby boy clothes." Élise guessed.

"She's a card," Brenda commented and asked, "Are you thinking about having more?"

"Perhaps," answered Élise as she wandered around the box set table displays. "Spencer's an only child, so he never got a chance to have siblings, even though one of his colleagues thinks of Spencer as his little brother; he got sisters."

Brenda shook her shoulders, "Personally, Arthur and I are half-and-half for having children. I mean, if it happens, it happens. If not, then I guess it was meant to be. Plus, it's not everyone's dream to have children."

"I know, and I get it," Élise admitted, "I felt that way when I was growing up, but after Reid and I talked about it, I felt a bigger desire to have children."

"If we do, we only want two: a boy and a girl." Brenda picked up a polo bear cotton bodysuit. "Oh, this one's cute."

Élise looked at a gift set box containing 15-pieces, "Ooh, I think I'll get this one."

Élise and Brenda got a couple of items before leaving and grabbed some lunch before leaving.

"Can you say, grandpa?" Mr. Micha asked Séraphine in a goofy tone. "Can you say grandpa, Séraphine? Grand…pa. Grand…pa."

"Or Grandma?" Ms. Geneva smirked.

Séraphine babbled, "Bop…bop. Gah…ma."

Reid's jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, "Aw. That's close for grandma and grandpa."

Ms. Geneva and Mr. Micha laughed heartily before setting her down, allowing her to wobble towards Reid. The latter scooped her up and cuddled her in his arms.

"Oh, Spencer," Ms. Geneva grabbed a blue-covered book and gave it to Spencer. "An early baby shower gift for our grandson."

Reid was flattered by his mother-in-law's gift, "Oh, thank you."

"And you and Élise came up with a name?" asked Mr. Micha.

Reid sighed, "We're still trying to think of one. We decided not to name our son after me due to the expectations he might have to live up to."

"Anything is better than what people name their children these days," Ms. Geneva massaged her temples. "Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with people today."

The family spent time together, including Sunday dinner, before Reid and Élise took Séraphine and Opal back home to D.C.

Reid and Élise got dressed for the name and are now having their meals in the breakfast room; the same with Séraphine and Opal.

"Okay," Élise strolled around a list of names starting with H on her tablet as she helped herself to a spoonful of oatmeal with mixed fruit. "Mmm. How about Herman? It means 'army man.'"

Reid looked over her tablet and saw another name, "How about Herbert? It means 'bright army.'"

Élise shook her head, "Yeah, not a fan of that name. Almost sounds like a name for an herb."

"There's Harvey," Reid spotted another one. "Battle worthy is the name's meaning."

Élise grimaced, "Mmm, nah." She finished the last of her oatmeal before gulping the rest of her orange juice.

Gathering in the great room, Reid looked at another list of names on the tablet as Élise paced back-and-forth, and Séraphine was playing with Opal.

Reid blurted, "How about Peter?"

"Nah," Élise gave that name a thumbs down.

"Puck?" Reid suggested another name.

Élise stuck her tongue out and grimaced her face, "Yuck."

"Prince?" Reid's suggestion made Élise give him an Are-you-for-real look before he meekly suggested, "Princeton? No? Or maybe Prime, like the…?"

Élise rolled her eyes and exhaustingly groaned, "Just…choose another name. Please."

"Oh, okay," Reid sighed and continued, "Ooh! How about Priestly?"

Élise placed one hand to smooth her belly and the other on her back, "As much I love The Devil Wears Prada, no."

"Pepe?" Reid thought of this baby name.

"Sacre bleu!" Élise wrinkled her nose and gagged as the name already had a bad taste in her mouth.

"How about Presley, like Elvis?" Reid's face perked up a bit before seeing Élise with her hands on the backrest of the couch, tilted head, lowered eyes, and her mouth curled tight. "I take it as a no."

Élise remarked dryly, "You're so smart, brainy babe."

Reid turned off the tablet, set it gently on the coffee table, and bundled Séraphine from the floor, "Okay, I think we're done with the Ps." Reid turned his head again and saw Élise walking out. "Where are you going?"

Élise spun her body around and answered, "Now I have to pee."

Reid bounced Séraphine in his arms, "That wasn't my fault." He sniffed his nose when he smelled something. He sniffed Séraphine, "Whoa! And you, little missy, need a diaper change."

Séraphine giggled as Reid headed to the nursery and changed her diaper before heading to work.

Reid threw his coffee cup in the nearest trash can, reached into his pants pocket for his small spray sanitizer, and applied some on his hands before opening the doors to the bullpen. After walking in, he made his way towards Hotch's office door and knocked three times.

"Come in," Hotch said.

Reid opened the door and saw Hotch sitting at his desk, reviewing the case files.

"Good morning, Reid." Hotch acknowledged him.

Reid waved to his boss, "Good morning, Hotch."

Hotch sensed something and asked him, "Are you okay?"

"Élise and I are still coming up with baby boy names," Reid admitted. "We decided not to name him after me due to the expectations he might have to face. Plus, I read a bunch of studies about those who named their sons after the father and…they were…" He stuttered. "Is that wrong?"

"Haley and I thought about naming Jack after me as well," Hotch confessed. "But, I, too, was worried about expectations, him having his own identity."

Reid would have continued, but someone else knocked on the door.

"Come in," Hotch said.

Garcia opened the door, "Sir."

"I'll be right out," Hotch assured her before she closed the door again. Hotch sighed. "We can talk about this another time, but whatever name you and Élise pick, I'll be happy for you both. Just as long as it's not something weird and random."

Reid joked, "Élise's mother said the exact same thing."

Hotch smirked before he and Reid left his office for the roundtable room. Rossi, JJ, Prentiss, Garcia, and finally Morgan joined in and discussed the case in Seattle.

The team talked about the victims' lives on the plane ride before Garcia alerted them of another double homicide.

After landing, Reid and Morgan headed to the latest victim couple's house and met Detective Paul Clarkson at the scene. Observing their home, they noted that their home was childproof and was caught off-guarded by the unsub, who waited for them in the dark.

Now Hotch had Reid and Rossi got to the church after hearing the familiar places connecting to the victims were religious places…

Only to hear that the victims participated in a foster program…

And also had a baby in their care.

And given that the small gun bullet size, they deduced that the unsub's a woman, especially one with a maternal desire who will not stop killing until she gets one.

As they got back into the SUV, Reid texted another name idea.

Rossi pecked his eyes and asked, "Baby names?"

"Yup," Reid answered before his phone vibrated again, and he looked at the text Élise sent back. "Oh, no."

Rossi wondered, "What?"

Reid showed Rossi the text.

OLAF + A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS = HELL TO THE NO!

Rossi snickered to himself as he started driving, "You two still haven't decided on a boy's name?"

Reid exhaled again, smacking his hand against his face, and closed his eyes, "Nope. You should have seen Élise's reaction to when I suggested to Humbert."

"And…?" Rossi sounded intrigued.

Reid shook his head, "I…rather not." He rubbed his ear as he immediately flashback to when Élise thought of the name.

Élise was busy at her desk, typing on her computer as Anna knocked on her door and pecked her head in.

"Ms. Bastien?"

Élise sighed, "You can come in, Anna."

Anna closed the door behind her and handed Élise some paperwork.

"Ah, thank you, Anna. Paperwork is easing my mind about baby boy names." Élise groaned. "Spencer texted me the name Olaf, and I definitely said no for that name."

Anna replied, "I hope it'll be better than my brother's name."

Élise set the paperwork aside and grabbed another file from her set, "What do you mean?"

Anna explained, fiddling with her fingernails, "My brother prefers to be called Charles than Charlie."

"Why?" Élise shrugged her shoulders and asked.

"Because of our last name," Anna explained further.

"Your last name is Brown, so how could...?" She gasped in realization. "For real?"

"Yup." Anna half-bowed to Élise before excusing her.

Now Élise suddenly felt the shivers, causing her to try and shake them off. She and Spencer had to think of a baby boy's name. And fast.

But later, since she's at work.

When he returns home.

After hearing about another female victim who was shot five times, stripped down to her underwear, and was a foster mother, the team delivered the profile ended with many wanting to ask questions.

The team continued to talk about the unsub's instability before figuring out that the unsub was previously released from a mental institution.

Élise decided to join in and have lunch with a few of her associates at Vine, a local fast-casual bakery-café in D.C.

"Mmm…" Élise licked her lips after having another bite of her Caprese panini. "I love me a good Caprese."

Thea Collins poked her fork around in her chicken salad before taking a bite, "Mmm." After swallowing and drinking her unsweetened iced tea through a straw, she asked, "So you still haven't come up with a boy's name?"

"We decided not to name the baby after him or use Gabriel since it's my middle name. We fear he'll have to live up to our expectations," Élise explained before eating another bite.

Alistair Lexington III sipped his coffee. "Sometimes I worry if I'm living up to the expectations of my father and my grandfather, may he rest in peace," Alistair did a Catholic cross. "So, I know what you mean, Élise."

Élise breathed, "I mean, there are so many names to pick from, but yet, we just can't seem to think of one."

"If you can come up with a name for Séraphine, you can definitely come up with a name for your baby boy," Toni waved her chicken salad-filled fork before she placed it in her mouth.

"Mmm-hmm," Alistair agreed. "Just as long as it's not something stupid and weird people are doing these days."

Élise snorted, "What does everyone keep saying that?" She broke off a piece of her oatmeal raisin cookie before she ate it.

Alister and Thea said simultaneously, "Because it's true."

The three laughed heartily before switching the conversation to another topic.

The team finished the case, which concluded the unsub, Margaret Hallman, abducting the baby boy she had with one of her students, Tommy Brown, and was non-fatally shot by Hotch.

They decided to stay in Seattle for the night and go back home by morning time.

Reid, JJ, Rossi, and Garcia talked about the double standards on student-teacher relationships before Reid brought up the hierarchy of sex offenders. Garcia had other matters to tend to before JJ suggested that they get breakfast.

The elevator doors opened.

"Élise!" Reid was surprised to see his wife and daughter. He rushed to give Élise a lip peck before squatting to Séraphine's size in her stroller. "Hey, Fifi."

"Dada!" Séraphine grabbed ahold of Reid's nose and squeezed it; she giggled when he kissed her head.

Rossi was always happy to see Élise, "How are you two doing?"

"To pick up my man," Élise wrapped her arm around his arm. "And I figured you'd be here right now, so…" Élise shrugged her shoulders when she finished the sentence.

JJ and Rossi stepped into the elevator; JJ asked Élise, "So do you want to join us for breakfast?"

"I'd like that," Élise replied, accepting the offer.

"And maybe during breakfast, you can tell me about the Humbert name story?" Rossi smirked smugly.

"It's a short story, Rossi," Élise turned to face Reid with a creepy toothy smile and enlarged eyes, gritting, "I'd love the name too, but then I think about Lolita." She tweaked an eye and forced a chuckle, which made Reid laugh nervously.

Soon the five of them enjoyed breakfast.

"We need a baby name and fast," Élise groaned as she laid on her back on the plush bed. "And it better be a hell of a lot better than Humbert." She growled when she said, Humbert. Élise lovingly looked to Reid and politely asked him, "Will you massage my feet for me, please?"

Reid immediately got on it. He went into the closet and grabbed the small supplies basket containing small bottles of essential oils, rubbed some against his palms, and began massaging her feet.

"Aww," Élise breathed when Reid massaged her feet. "I love a good foot massage."

Reid loosened her ankle, "Mmm-mmm. Anything for you and our precious boy in your beautiful belly."

Élise laughed and cleared her throat, "But still, what are we going to do with our baby boy naming crisis?"

"Well, according to the Parents magazine article I read during the flight home. To pick a baby name, the tips to choosing the right baby name include avoiding the passing trends."

"Translation: Don't do what people, especially celebrities, are doing and pick a stupid name." Élise interpreted what Reid just said.

Reid chuckled, "Right. Look up meanings for the names that we do like and say them out loud. What names do you like?"

Élise cocked her head up, "Well, I do like Michael because of Michael Jackson. But I know we both know we can't do Michael because of Gary Michaels. Nor Gary." She exhaled and scratched her eyelashes. "The names I also like are Joseph, Otto, Matthew, Ralph, John, Xander, Dylan, Ivan, Ryan, Karl. We can't do Karl or Arnold, Gianni, Leonardo, Alexei, Roberto, Daniel, and Ulrich. Those are the ones I can think for right now."

Reid continued to do the lymphatic drainage technique. He said some of his favorite baby boy names. "I like Stephen, Albert, Wolfgang, Siegfried, Zane, Isaac, Conan, Nikola, Carl—with a C, not K, Darwin, Ludwig, Magnus, Newton, Pierre, Anders, Louis, Alfred, Joseph, Auguste. I have more if you're up to it."

Élise groaned again, "Maybe a little later, babe. I need to lay down a little bit more."

"Okay." Reid finished massaging her feet and walked to her bedside, "Anything I should cook for lunch? Maybe for dinner as well?"

"Something with chicken." Élise sluggishly suggested with her eyes closed, trying to take a nap.

Reid kissed her forehead, "How about Linus?"

"Yeah, that name's a minus."