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JJ dropped her bag on the sofa as Reid swung in on his crutches behind her. She sighed and stretched. "I'm exhausted."
"You were quiet on the way home. Is everything alright?''
"Hm… Oh right, I forgot to tell you. Hotch and I were going over cases and I gave him a possible white supremacist group. He asked me for my to take on it. I was surprised."
"Why?" Reid asked as he stretched out his leg and groaned.
"Because I'm not a profiler, Spence."
"Don't try to kid me," said her husband as he reached out to touch her hair. She leaned into his touch for a moment and blew out a long breath. "You're amazing. You pick our cases, Jennifer. I've known since the beginning that it takes a bit of profiling. I know if the others stopped to think, they'd see it too."
"Thanks, Spence."
She took his hand and kissed it. He grinned then sobered. "What else is going on in your head."
"After we finished our cases, I needed to do the last distribution. You weren't at your desk when I went to the bullpen and I noticed that Strauss was in Hotch's office. It looked like a very intense conversation, the kind you have when your boss is pissed. and you know you're in trouble. I've never seen Hotch look like that after talking to her, and that's saying something. I hope she didn't try to fire him or suspend him again."
"Why should she," Reid said. "He's the victim."
"That's why I'm afraid she'll try to get rid of him. She'll say he needs to concentrate on dealing with the fact that his family's in the witness protection program."
"I hope you're wrong, but she's always been threatened by him, so it wouldn't surprise me if she did try to get him out by accusing him of losing focus."
JJ shook her head and lightly slapped his good leg. "Let's get some sleep. I have a feeling that tomorrow might be a little tricky."
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JJ left the bathroom in their hotel room and shut off the light. She kicked off her shoes and began to undress as Spencer watched her. "What?" She said as she slipped out of her bra and into one of her white tank tops. "Nothing, you're so beautiful."
She felt the heat of a blush tinged her cheeks. "Spence."
She watched him stand his crutches against the night table, then, standing with the majority of his weight on one foot, he drew off his tee-shirt and held out a hand. "Jennifer."
"No way, babe, your knee is – and we're on a case. Thin walls.
"I'm tired of waiting. We've spent nearly all our married life waiting for me to heal. I'm done. We'll find a way. I need you, Jen. I love you and I want you near me. I want you to touch me and make me forget the pain as only you can, baby."
She swallowed hard because his weeks on crutches had done wonders for his arms, his chest and his back. He was beautiful and sexy, and she found herself moving to him and drawing off her tank so that she wore only panties and the color of raw desire in her cheeks.
"God, you are beautiful," he sighed and his breathing increased as they moved.
"I was thinking the same thing about you," she reached out and shoved down his pajamas. "Hm, someone is eager."
"Yes," he turned and dropped to the bed. "Don't make me wait."
"I wouldn't dream of it." she slid out of her panties and joined him on the bed. "Time for me to be on top, Dr. Reid.
"I'm ready," he said and closed his eyes.
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"You okay," JJ asked sometime later when she could breathe again. She lay at his right side and tucked in his arms.
"Oh yeah. I wish I'd know what an effective pain killer sex can be, and I wouldn't have waited so long."
She snorted laughter. "Oh, Spence. You are a wild man."
"If I am, it's because you bring it out in me."
"Do I?"
"Yes."
They were quiet for a long time as cars rushed past their motel and headlights cut regular swathes of light past the window. JJ slipped out of bed and drew the curtains over a set of blinds already pulled over the window. "That's better," she climbed back into bed and turned into his arms.
"Yes, it is better, everything feels – exceptional when you're close to me. I can't imagine going through life without you by my side."
"I agree," she said. "I love you more than you'll ever understand, babe."
"Hm… me too," he murmured.
She smiled in the dark and hoped that they get a few hours of rest before returning to their case. She smiled faded as she thought of those young girls, going through forced pregnancies and birth only to die after their children were ripped from them. She shuddered and held tight to the man she loved. She kissed his bare shoulder and closed her eyes.
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Reid found JJ in her office. She stared out the window overlooking the hallway and didn't respond when he greeted her. "Jennifer," he said quietly and then, "Hey, JJ, you okay."
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine, just thinking."
"I can see that. What are you thinking about?"
She sighed and stretched her arms over her head. "The case. I was thinking about all those children and adoptions. How will the courts sort everything out, and wouldn't it be kinder for the biological parents to let them go, or – I don't know. It worked out for the Montero's but what about the rest."
Reid took a seat in front of her desk. "I don't know. Children their age would be traumatized by leaving all they know, but it'd be better than if they were teenagers."
"I can't imagine losing your child, then dying at the hands of a serial killer."
"No," he agreed. It would be terrible for them. My mother always says that moms are like animals, that they feel things. I think she means that a mother will always fight to the death for her child."
"Yeah, you're mom's right. Come one," she stood up. "We can worry about paperwork later."
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Reid found JJ sitting on the sofa with a book in her hands and soft music playing from her iPod speakers. It was rare to see her sit down and read and he had to stop and watch her out of sheer fondness.
"I can feel you staring at me."
"I was thinking how rare it is to see you reading a book."
"I like to read, I just don't have time for it, usually."
"As much as I like to see you with a book in your hands, I wonder what you're trying to work up to."
She turned to look at him as he approached and sat next to her with a sigh and a groan. He was healing and moving more easily, but long days took it out of him, still. Unfortunately, he was too perceptive for his own good, even wounded.
"I'm not working up to anything."
"Let me rephrase," he said. "You're thinking about something important. You barely spoke on the way home and you weren't working in your office. What is it?"
"Can't a girl have privacy when she's married." she retorted.
"Jennifer."
"I'm sorry," She patted his injured leg gently. "I was thinking. Remember what Garcia said about babies and having a blond-haired blue-eyed child would bring her top dollar?"
"Yes."
"I don't know why, but it got me thinking. What would our child look like?"
She almost laughed as his face drained of color, and he began to cough into his hand. "Are you pregnant, Jennifer," he squeaked.
"What? No! I'm not pregnant, Spence. I was just wondering, that's all."
"Do you want to be pregnant?" he asked as some color reappeared in his cheeks.
"No. Yes. I don't know. Do you want to have kids?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't thought about it. There is the risk of schizophrenia and high intelligence from my genetics, but there's also the possibility of a beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl that I'd love."
"Spence."
"She'd be athletic, strong, determined and intelligent like you. She wouldn't be shy and clumsy and –"
"Stop it," she clapped a hand over his mouth. "I will not let you say that everything good would come from me and everything bad from you. That's not true. I want a little boy with brown hair and chocolate eyes, with hands that are gentle and strong, and who's intelligent, wise and kind."
"Jennifer."
"Babe, I'm not saying we go try this minute and it was probably something we should've talked about before the wedding, but yeah, I'm warming to the idea."
"I'll propose a compromise," he said. "We'll continue to discuss it, and if we agree, then after we find the Reaper and get Hotch's family back, we'll try."
"Agreed," she said and stuck out her hand. Spencer laughed and shook it. "I feel like I just agreed to a ceasefire," she joked.
"It wasn't that bad," he disagreed. "We barely had an argument."
"Still, it's a big decision."
"It is, but we'll handle the way we do with everything, head on and with gusto," she said.
"I like that, word, gusto," he said. "Did you know that gusto comes from gust which is derived from seventeenth-century Latin, gustus."
"I didn't, but thanks for the info, babe. Now, if you don't mind, can I read for a bit."
He smirked at her. "Okay, but I was going to ask you for a game of chess."
"Ha, smart ass," she said and returned to her book."
"I think I'll teach our kids to play," he announced.
"Kids, as in plural," she said, laying aside her book, again. "I thought we agreed to talk about one child," she reminded him and held up her index finger.
"We did, but I thought I'd suggest the possibility of more than one."
She sighed. "I think we need to discuss it and take things slowly, as in one at a time."
"What if you carry twins?"
She gaped at him then saw the humor in his beautiful eyes. "Not funny, Spence."
"It's always a possibility. In 2008 the percentage of multiple births in the US was 3 of every 100."
"Then I think we should pray to be one of the ninety-seven," she said firmly.
"The rate of identical twins is about 3-5 for every 1000 births around the world and that's held steady for decades."
"You're not helping, Spence."
"Jennifer there are many factors that determine your chance of conceiving multiples. Your age, because the longer you wait for the more eggs your ovaries release per menstrual cycle. Also, the rise in the use of fertility drug contributes to multiples if you chose artificial insemination. Now, you're barely thirty and I don't think we'll need help in conceiving, but if we do –"
"Spence, I get it. All right, we'll take it as it comes, twins, or one, or four."
"Four," he squeaked, and she smirked.
"That's what you get for spouting statistics about women and their ovaries."
He went pink and then began to laugh. "I read a lot."
"Yes, I know you do, but you have to admit that was a bit creepy, especially if overheard in polite company."
"Is it," he said. "I don't see the fear of being prepared."
"You're right, there's no reason not to be prepared for all eventualities."
He rubbed at his knee. "The most important thing to me is getting off these crutches."
"Babe, I know you hate them, but Dr. Morrison said two more weeks and you'll be down to one and then transition to a cane."
"I'm supposed to drop to once a week PT when I graduate to a cane."
"Oh, too bad, I like the way PT has changed your body, especially your ass, Spence."
"JJ!"
She grinned at her and he decided to kiss her. She hugged him close then slapped his shoulder. "Come on, I'm starved, and you promised we'd call out for Greek tonight."
"Okay, you decide what you want and I'll make the call."