Author's Note: Thanks so much for the reviews for last chapter. The prompt for this one was 'Guys Night Out' or…in this case…guys night in!

This chapter will also set us up for the sequel to this story.

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Apparently the FBI was more than willing to help Spencer with his quest to take things slowly. JJ and Will had no longer arrived home when they'd been called to the BAU, and then left for Las Vegas. When they'd gotten back at Quantico, they'd been back for less than twenty-four hours when they'd gone wheels up for Memphis. This job really was a never ending cycle—just the way she liked it.

She'd at least been able to squeeze in a doctors appointment in the short break between cases. She was feeling tired lately, and wondered how her red blood cell count was. She'd always been told she was borderline anemic, but so far, she hadn't had to be treated for it. She hoped she wouldn't have to be now.

Speak of the devil, Emily thought as she looked at the caller ID on her ringing phone. "Hello?"

"Emily Prentiss, please," the voice on the other end of the line said.

"This is she."

"Ms. Prentiss, we have the results of your blood test," the woman informed her.

This can't be good, Emily thought. They never called with her results. "Do you need to see me again?" she asked.

"You will need to be seen," the woman informed her. "But not by us. Ms. Prentiss, you're pregnant."

Miss Prentiss, you're pregnant. Hours later, those words were still echoing in her head. How in the hell had this happened? She and Dylan had been broken up for four and a half months now, and let's face it…sex near the end had been pretty much nonexistent. With a sigh, she rolled to a stop in front of his house in Chantilly, Virginia…just a short drive from Quantico. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and headed for the front door.

"Emily," Dylan said in surprise, stepping out onto the porch and closing the door behind him, taking care to be quiet. "What are you doing here?"

Emily put her hands in her jacket pocket and lifted her eyes to his. "I'm pregnant," she said bluntly.

He stared at her for a moment before speaking. "I'm married now," he informed her.

"Con…gratulations?" she said, confused. Did he think she'd shown up at his doorstep expecting a reconciliation? When he'd broken up with her, he'd made it clear he no longer wanted her...or had ever loved her. She wasn't so desperate that she'd try to win back a man who'd never loved her.

He lifted his chin in a defensive gesture. "What do you want from me, Emily?" he asked.

As she stood there in the fall chill, Emily had to wonder what it was she'd ever seen in this man. The polar opposite of Spencer, Dylan was ruggedly handsome and incredibly self-involved. By most people's standards, he was easily the best looking man she'd ever dated.

But in comparison to Spencer the only thing she could think was that she was lucky to be away from him. Of course, now that she was carrying his baby, there was a chance that her relationship with Spencer would come to a screeching halt.

"I don't want anything from you," she said quietly. "I just thought you should know."

"Are you going to take care of it?" he asked.

"Am I going to have an abortion, you mean?" she shot back.

"Yes," he answered.

"No," she said definitively. "But by asking that question, you have nothing to worry about, Dylan. You just got rid of us both."

"Emily—"

"Do you want anything to do with this baby?" she asked.

When he hesitated, she laughed harshly. "Then we have nothing to talk about."

Emily was almost back to Virginia when her cell phone began to ring. She checked the caller ID before answering. "Hello?"

"Hey," Penelope said cheerfully. "Ash, JJ and I were thinking girls night. The guys are playing poker at Hotch's, and we can't let 'em one up us by having more fun. You in?"

This was exactly what she needed. "I am so in."

"Reid, no," Derek said, pulling the unlit cigar from his buddy's mouth. "You'll choke on it."

"No, I won't!" Reid insisted, snatching the cigar back. He put it between his lips and grabbed the nearest lighter. Between his red visor and the cigarette in his mouth, he really made a ridiculous picture, but he always insisted on playing the part. He lit the cigar, inhaled deeply…and promptly began coughing uncontrollably.

From the other side of him, Rossi grabbed the cigar. "Every time," he said.

Derek grinned. "Kid goes and falls in love, and he thinks he's a real man," he commented.

"Whoa," Rossi said, turning to Reid. "You fall in love?"

Reid immediately blushed. "No," he denied.

Rossi quirked a brow at him. "Who is she?" he asked.

"I'm not in love," Reid insisted.

"Prentiss," Hotch answered.

"How did you…?" Reid's voice trailed off.

"I'm not Unit Chief because of my pretty face," Hotch said from around his cigar. He threw a few chips in the center of the table. "In," he said.

Reid sighed as he put his cards down. "I fold."

"So…are we done talking about the Prentiss thing?" Derek pressed.

"No," Reid said with a triumphant grin. "Let's talk about it some more. She picked me over Morgan."

"What?" Rossi asked.

"You don't have to act so surprised," Reid muttered.

"I'm not surprised. It's about time there was a woman out there who was able to see through Morgan," Rossi said. "I suppose it shouldn't come as a shock that she's a profiler."

"Hey!" Morgan said.

"The man's got a point," Hotch chimed in.

Derek gave them both a dirty look. "Thanks a lot."

"Whoa!" Hotch said, spying his sleepy little boy as he stumbled into the room. "Get rid of the cigars, Gentlemen."

Rossi and Morgan immediately stubbed their cigars out. "Hey, Buddy," Hotch said as his little boy jumped into his lap. "You OK?"

"Daddy," Jack said groggily, "You don't smell very good."

"Yeah, I know" Hotch said waving his hand around to get rid of the smoke. "Sorry about that."

Jack straightened. "Hi, Spencer," he said.

Reid grinned at the little boy. "Hello, Jack," he returned.

Jack looked up at his father. "Daddy, I want a story," he announced.

Hotch nodded. "OK," he said. "Let's go pick out a book."

Jack shook his head. "Not you," he said, pointing to Reid with a grin. "Him. Daddy, he does the voices."

Hotch looked at Reid, and Reid stood. "Let's go, Jack," he said, picking up the little boy and heading down the hallway.

"You gonna get that?" Rossi asked as Derek's phone began ringing.

"Hey, Baby Girl," Derek answered, and then went silent as he listened to the panicked voice on the other end. "Be right there." He closed his phone and stood in one motion. "Gotta go," he said.

"Booty call?" Rossi asked amused.

"That was Garcia," Derek informed him.

Rossi grinned. "And I repeat: Booty Call?"

Derek gave him a dirty look. "Flat tire."