Meanwhile In Penelopes lair
Spencer sat comforting Penelope as she recovered from her fit of tears. He rubbed her back as she took deep shuddering breaths.
"We lost our baby for nothing," Penelope whispered.
Spencer hooked his finger under her chin and stared her deeply in the eyes.
"There's no way we could have known Pen," he said comfortingly.
Penelope sighed, "I want to hate her right now. I want to hate anyone who knew but I can't find it in my heart to. I'm more happy that she's not actually dead."
Spencer looked at her in amazement wondering how he'd gotten so luck as to have this amazingly kind woman to marry him. Even he was beginning to feel some hate bubbling in his heart.
Spencer caressed her baby bump lovingly and said, "at least we were blessed to have this little boy to love."
She smiled a little. Leave it to her husband to make the best of a situation, even one as bizarre as this.
"How could they not say anything Spence?" She questioned.
Spencer opened his mouth to speak but for once in his life he didn't have the answer. Even he would have thought with Penelopes issues being glaringly obvious someone would have intervened.
He finally spoke, "I don't know Pen and to be honest I'm still trying to process everything, so how about we head home?"
That did sound really tempting to her right now. A nice relaxing bubble bath with her husband too. Maybe a massage.
"Yeah, let's go tell Hotch that..."
Spencer cut her off, "No, screw him let's go home."
B.A.U Next Morning
Emily made her way into the office bright and early. The usual easy going atmosphere gone. Derek was still giving her the cold shoulder and she hadn't heard from PG or Reid. She can't say she really expected to anyways.
She made herself the strongest cup of coffee possible. She needed it being as though she got no sleep last night. She laid awake all night trying to figure out how to somehow apologize to the grieving couple. What really could she say.
"Hey sorry your kid died wanna go get dinner later"
She had to admit though there was a selfish part of her not ready to take any of the blame because it was never her intention to fake her death.
She put an end to those thoughts quickly though.
She heard footsteps approaching and turned to see Hotch and JJ walking toward her coffee in hand.
JJ gave her a warm smile, "Good morning," She paused before her next question.
"Morgan still not speaking with you?"
Emily sighed, "Not even to tell me to go to hell."
JJ sighed and shifted from foot to foot.
"All three of us are in the dog house at the moment. The rest of the team is none to happy with us," Hotch spoke suddenly.
Emily took a moment before speaking,"You guys saw what she was going through
so why did you keep quiet?"
"Emily you know we were under direct orders," JJ told her.
"Yes but as a friend and a parent why JJ...Hotch?"
JJ looked down at the ground while Hotch kept eye contact.
"It wouldn't have mattered anyway she was already to deep in her depression," Hotch explained.
They were startled by a deep sarcastic voice.
"Wow so that's what you tell yourself to help you sleep at night," Morgan drawled sarcastically.
They all turned to see the man, his face set with grim features.
"It seems none of you get it, you had Henry and Jack to go home to. All she had was a memory and a husband grieving with the loss of their baby and one of their best friends. You don't even know how many nights..." he stopped himself, shook his head and walked off.
After his speech he walked off leaving the three stunned knowing this was going to be a rough road they were about to walk.
Any guesses or ideas about how this will all play out :)