A/N: Another chapter. After this one it will be some time before I can update again, Most likely weeks due to new job. I hope this chapter adds a bit of explanation into the entire Garcia/Morgan plot addition. Didn't want her to come off as someone that would not give a shit and get plastered knowing she was knocked up. I love her character, she's unique. I will admit that it does annoy me how they did the entire relationship between her and Morgan. All that flirting and closeness, and nothing. Yet, they stuck him with someone else. Sure, she would have been considered pretty by most but I didn't care for her character. My issue with her is like my issue with CSI: Miami. Already told my mom I'm going to move there because according to that show fat people don't ever get killed or commit murder. There isn't even any fat people in the city, so which means there is an instant weight loss invisible line as you cross the city limits. Like three times you saw a guest star or extra that was slightly pudgy. I totally disliked that they didn't stick Penelope with Morgan but put him with someone unrealistic. A surgeon that wears tons of makeup during surgery and doesn't sweat, comes out looking fresh off a magazine. Yet when Pen got shot, she looked like shit in the hospital. Sorry, a surgeon does NOT wear makeup like that because they sweat under the lights, that shit would run, sting their eyes and they be cutting something they shouldn't. Guess I'm saying is that it seems like cause he was seen as hot and hunky, they had to put him with someone that is seen as hot and sexy. If they wanted to do that then they should have made her a model or dancer, not a doctor. (I'm sure some doctors are attractive, not saying they can't be, but they dont go into work with that much makeup on, not even if they don't want her face to shine under the lights, that was way overboard) Just my opinion though, no one has to agree.

Back to the fic, things will take an interesting turn soon, bear with me.

Disclaimer: Don't own it

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Chapter Four

The click, click of his pen echoed in the office that felt like a tomb. It was still too early for his team to be in, it was only a little after seven in the morning. He had arrived himself at six to go over a few cases that needed their attention to find an envelope addressed to him placed under the door. The lab results had come in and had been rushed over as he had asked, his personal favor had gotten him the names he wanted.

There had been thirteen samples in all, eight he had gotten hits off. Five weren't in the system so he had to hope that the one he sought was. Three weeks of waiting to get the files and he wasn't sure he wanted to look at them. Opening the envelope would be the start, signaling his commitment in searching. If he opened it, it meant that he saw no hope for his relationship with Beth. Inside may be the man he could pursue, was it what he wanted? Was it something the missing male wanted? By running did that mean the stranger didn't want to be found? Perhaps there was a reason the man had left in such a hasty manner. It was possible neither of them had been expecting to meet someone. He could understand if the stranger hadn't wanted him to discover who he was.

It disappointed him that he hadn't gotten a name but that could change. He could find him without letting onto the fact that he knew and take it from there. Whatever the reason the guy had ran, it didn't matter. What mattered was how he had felt when they kissed. He wanted to take Rossi's advice and take a chance on someone. It was time to open the envelope and do some profiling.

The first page was a female, that left seven possible. The next was a man, aged fifty-seven, that was another NO, because the smooth skin had belonged to someone in their twenties, no later than thirties. Six left, make that five, because another was female. The next was a young male, early twenties so it was put aside for later. Another female. The next two were males; one thirty-seven and the other eighteen. Aaron prayed that he hadn't been making out with someone barely out of high school, that would put an end to everything. Three possible in the pile so far and he picked up the last page.

The name had an alert in red, Thomas had to open up a classified file for the match. A government employee, one he knew too well. How had Reid's sample gotten mixed in? He was positive that the doctor hadn't shown up for the party. There were two ways it had gotten there; Reid had used the room on a previous date. The other gave him reason to pause; it was because Reid had been there at some point but why lie about having shown?

The obvious answer turned his stomach. Instead of starting with the other possible, he concentrated on comparing the stranger to the doctor that would be in the office in less than an hour. The reason for being there could put Reid at the party, and it didn't look well that he hadn't shown. The height was right, both were approximately an inch shorter than his own. The hair? Being a man the only explanation had to be a wig. The voice, he couldn't say for sure, Reid could have easily toned it down or disguised it. The only things he could really use to annihilate the genius were the three things that had caught his attention. Staring at the doctor's ass wouldn't be wise, not while in the office. The eyes and the mouth, the moment of recognition he had felt. Pretty, as often as Morgan had playfully called him, so Reid being the one was very likely.

That left the reason as to why he had dressed up as a female to attend the party. It could have been done in jest or for the fun of confusing everyone. It being the doctor explained why the stranger had ran the moment he had left him alone. Any of these other males wouldn't have had a reason to flee from him. The fact that they were both males had already been exposed so why avoid another confrontation?

Thinking of the doctor conjured him. Today was an off day, they didn't have a case at the moment. Cruz was going over a possible, trying to get an invite from the local authorities but most of the team would come in to take care of paperwork. He stepped away from his desk to look out of the glass. Reid was getting comfortable at the desk unaware of his observation. Aaron tried to imagine the face surrounded by brunette strands, adorned with makeup, and just the lips and eyes showing. In all their years he had never allowed himself to simply stare into the other man's eyes, it wasn't professional. The mouth, he could imagine it from here. Full lips, a beautiful pair of kissable lips that didn't belong on a male.

Could he be one-hundred percent sure that it had been Reid? It might all be a coincidence and he was projecting who he would like for it to be into the profile. Maybe it didn't matter if it was or wasn't. If it was Reid, he understood why the genius hadn't remained behind for the outcome. Most likely the other male was worried about how he would react if he were to discover the truth. He wasn't angry, he had been the one to start everything.

Aaron watched the subtle movements that were graceful. He could spot the many reasons why he would want the stranger to be the good doctor. What were the odds that it had been someone he had known for over twelve years to kiss him like that? There was only one way to be certain and,that would be to ask. Or he could kiss him. He could always see how Reid would react if he were to ask him out. Yet the most sensible thing to do would be to annihilate the other potential names before assuming that it was someone he worked close with almost every day.

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Just one more report and he'd be finished for the day. Spencer gave a soft smile at the blonde watching him. JJ had tried multiple times to get him to talk in the last few weeks. Was his behavior that notable? It was damn near impossible to sit next to their Unit Chief without his loathsome memory stirring at the sound of Hotch's voice. Seven times during the last case he had caught himself staring at the man's mouth.

"I'll be going," JJ wanted to hang around but it was her day to pick up Henry.

"Have a good night, JJ." He didn't want to give her a reason to hang around and watched her walk towards the elevator. Rossi had left an hour ago to make it on time to a dinner date. As soon as he was done, he was going to head home. In the last eight hours Hotch had exited his office three times. Each time Spencer had pretended to be immersed in his work. Glancing over his shoulder he could see the dark head bent over with the phone attached to his face. It really was time to leave and he was simply putting it off on the hopes of seeing the man one more time.

"Hey, Spence?" Penelope waved drastically at him to get his attention. She had managed to catch him before leaving. Everyone else was gone for the evening and she really didn't want to be alone tonight. A small smile remained watching him scoop up the books that had been on his desk and shove them into the shoulder bag. Pink heeled shoes stopped a foot from his desk, "Hey, listen, I really need someone to talk to, and I don't really want to head out alone. Do you think you could escort me home?"

"Sure," It wouldn't be too much trouble to go with her. Glancing back towards the office was a pathetic gesture, but one he couldn't prevent. The smile dropped seeing that the blonde wasn't the only one distraught about something this evening. Anyone who knew Hotch would be able to take one look to see that he was yelling at whoever was on the other end of that call.

"Wow, and he says I have a temper." Penelope cringed even if she couldn't hear the thud of the fist striking the desk. She really, really, really prayed that it wasn't a case because she was exhausted and she wanted to go home. "I hope it isn't a case."

"Doubtful, he's been on the call for two hours, twenty-four minutes, and ten seconds, which indicates that the call is of a personal nature." He tossed the drink can into the trash, ready to leave.

"Since when do you start timing Hotch's calls?" Penelope wanted to get out of there before the storm came breezing through the office. Anyone foolish enough to hang around might feel the backlash of that rage. She was already on the boss' shit list, she didn't want to give him the opportunity to make her feel worse.

"I…I haven't, I've been waiting to ask him something but he's been on the phone." Since he had begun obsessing over that damn kiss. Spencer sighed after placing a hand on the lower half of Penelope's back, wanting to steer them both away before he did something incredibly stupid. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Actually no, do you want to try that new place down from the market? I hear their buffet is so good you can orgasm," Comfort food is what she needed right now.

"Sounds good," Spencer got them to the elevator and hit the down button. They weren't dressed to go someplace classy and he was trying to save money. Buffet was better since he wasn't really sure what he was in the mood for. As long as he didn't have to use chopsticks, he was up for it. "After you."

"Why thank you," she stepped inside and slipped an arm through his. Why couldn't she have made this kind of mistake with someone like Reid?

"You're welcome," and that was creepy. He didn't mind the slight touching but he almost jerked away when she placed her forehead near his shoulder. It wasn't exactly annoying, just unwanted. She probably wanted someone to talk to that wouldn't give a biased opinion or censor things. It had to be tough, going through a pregnancy alone. "Do you want to walk it?"

"Sounds great, doctor says I need more exercise." The double doors opened with a ding. Nothing else was said as they stepped out into the evening air. "Thanks for coming with me, I didn't want to ask JJ."

"Why not? I'd think if you needed someone to talk to about this whole pregnancy thing, she'd be the best candidate." Spencer could only give facts, not speak from personal experience. Unless she was actually in love with Morgan, then they could share what it was like to want someone you work with and that was completely unattainable.

"You didn't come to the party, so you didn't get to witness my fall from grace." She still felt horrible about what she'd done, all of it.

He had been at the party but he had missed out on the action. It wasn't his place to pry, "No, I didn't get to see your altercation with Morgan. I still think she'd be better if you need someone to talk to."

"No, as much as I love JJ, she wouldn't understand."

"Why?" Another woman would definitely be better than him. Spencer could see the blinking lights of the market not far away. His stomach was pinching from lack of food and it didn't care for the slow pace in which they were strolling.

"Because she has the perfect husband, one that sucks her toes during sex, and you're just like me." She fell in step as the light turned, "Single, lonely, and in love with someone we can't have."

"Please tell me you aren't about to confess feeling for Morgan," That would be too weird and that was a topic he couldn't handle. "Wait, I'll admit I'm single and I do get lonely sometimes, but I don't recall ever telling you that I was in love with someone. I definitely never admitted to having feelings for someone that I thought wasn't obtainable."

"HA! So you are!" The next sentence was said through pinched lips, "And no, I'm not in love with him. I got a thing for someone else."

"Then why did you boink someone else, Morgan of all people?" Spencer didn't really want to know the details but it directed the conversation safely away from the part where he'd just got caught into semi-admitting to having feelings for someone.

"We didn't boink, it was more like four minutes of 'OH MY GOD, THIS IS IT'." She took a deep breath before explaining how she had ended up in the family way. "See there is someone that I've recently discovered that I had feelings for and I'm really stressed about it. That night I was drowning my sorrows in a tub of Ben & Jerry's and Morgan came over. He had been drinking and he was really upset because they had gotten into a fight. With work and the baby, he wasn't hardly getting any of 'that' time with her. One thing led to another and he kissed me. By then I already had my sixth glass of wine and for a moment I just wanted to be desired by someone that cared about me. Worst five minutes of my life, I regretted it immediately and he fell asleep as soon as it was over."

"So you really did have a drunken one night stand? What were you thinking?" Spencer calmly tried to understand why she would do it. Morgan had a nice body but the man had never really done anything for him. Someone as smart as Penelope Garcia should know better. Morgan was a great guy but the man obviously had a type when it came to the women he was with.

"I wasn't, complete mind fart that night. It was over, we swore not to discuss it. A couple days before that party I missed my period and I freaked. I hadn't gone to the doctor but I knew, I'm always like clockwork and wham, it's a no-show. I told him what I feared and he totally flaked out on me. It seems after our quick three minutes of loving he realized how much she meant to him and doesn't want this to destroy his family."

"So that is why you got drunk and became Sasha Banks?" They hurried across the street before the traffic let loose. He sighed seeing the shocked expression, "No, I saw it on the magazine JJ was looking at yesterday. She made sure to point out the pink-haired professional wrestler that Will was insisting they get tickets to go see."

"I knew that, and I didn't go postal. Okay, maybe I did a little bit. You got to understand my position as to why I did that." They were almost to the restaurant and she had to tell someone, so someone would understand her pain. "There I was, standing at the table, I could see the man I've been longing for in a group full of admirers, and he has no idea that I could give him something none of them could. Some cheesy asshole in a knockoff suit tried flirting and handed me a drink, so I started sipping, telling myself one little drink wouldn't hurt and I really needed it. Then I started watching 'him' flirt. The cold, harsh reality of what will never be started to come crashing down around me, so I got another drink. As I sipped, I started thinking of the pregnancy, and before I knew it there were seven empty cups in front of me and I was feeling really good."

"Until Morgan showed," Spencer reminded her. Now he felt horrible about not stopping to talk to the hacker first before rushing to Hotch's side. The night probably would have played out differently if he had.

"Exactly, he came to talk to me and I flipped. He is so damn happy with his wife and family, I'm there alone and miserable. I shouldn't have drank that much and it won't happen again, but I'm going to keep this baby."

"So, who is he?" Who was the man that she was too afraid to approach? He couldn't imagine her not being able to talk to anyone.

"Rossi," the couple behind them snapped at being held up. Penelope waited for the outburst or the laughter that came with the name. "Please, please, don't lecture me. I already feel horrible and I don't need you telling me that I should set my sights elsewhere."

"I see the appeal," Spencer wasn't going to say anything about her choice. Instead, he directed her towards the open doorway of the restaurant. He held the next door open to allow two elderly women to exit and her to step inside. "He's handsome, intelligent, and rich."

"No, he isn't, I mean he is all those things but that isn't why I like him." She rambled as he told the host how many. They were shown to a booth in the back section, "I'll take water, please."

"And I'll take some coffee. I can hear your stomach, go get you something and I'll wait until you get back." Spencer took both of their bags and placed it on his side. He took a seat on the new leather and reached for the container of condiments. Looking around he made note of the many people in the establishment. He didn't recognize anyone and no one was paying attention to their arrival. The décor was mainly a western theme with pictures of the old west painted on the walls. Was that a real picture of Wyatt Earp or a copy? The food smelt wonderful and his company was coming back with a loaded plate.

"There is so much to choose from," she plopped down as he stood. "They have a carving station, you should check it out."

"I will," he left her shoving a piece of baked apple in her mouth. The bars were heavily occupied by people wanting to sample what was on the menu. He grabbed a plate from the closest rack next to the carving station. There was a young girl behind the assortment of meat waiting for someone to indicate what they'd like. There was steak, ham, roast beef, and turkey. "Hi, I'll take some roast beef and just a small slice of turkey."

The meat was deposited onto his plate without being spoken to. After collecting an assortment of vegetables he rejoined Penelope at the table. He paused after spreading out his napkin, "Are you eating meat?"

"I know, it's just turkey. I've been craving it but I'm pretty sure it is too early for cravings." She had woken up this morning with the desire to eat some kind of white meat. Red meat was still off of her diet but this wouldn't really hurt and she would be needing the protein.

"So seeing Rossi with Hayden had nothing to do with you drinking?" Spencer liked the older woman. She was very sweet and had a wonderful sense of humor, but he didn't see the relationship lasting. Even after meeting all of them, the woman was still having trouble adjusting to the demands of the job. She had attended the party but there was something missing when they were together. He wasn't an expert but if she was having issues this early after getting back together, he didn't see it lasting, despite what Rossi might want.

"Don't mention that, it makes me feel like such a bitch." Penelope stabbed a pear, "I hate it. She's so amazing and he is so happy, why can't I be happy for them?"

"Cause what you're really craving is Italian sausage?" Spencer winced at the kick to his shin. He bruised easily and he wasn't allowed to kick her back.

"Okay, I confessed so it is your turn. I'm not going to be the only one to spill their guts." She wanted to feel like they were sharing. They could wallow together, "What is up with the different look and who is it? Don't you dare say you can't tell me! I just admitted to having a thing for a coworker and I'm pregnant for a former one, so whatever you will say won't shock me."

"I dressed up as a girl and made out with Hotch," Liar. Spencer rushed out of his seat to lightly pat her on the back. That could have gone a lot better. People were starting to stare as she hacked up a carrot, "Here, spit it in this napkin."

"Thanks," she was sure she had heard wrong. "Did you just say you made out with Hotch?"

"Shhhh, and that is what I said." He retook his seat across the way and leaned in so they wouldn't have to shout over the noise. "I did show at the party, I even walked by you, and you didn't recognize me."

"Really? But I was drinking so you'll have to be more specific." She backtracked for a moment, "Wait, the crossdressing put aside, why would you make out with Hotch?"

"What reason do you want? He's good looking, brilliant, and I like him." He reached for the salt to add some flavor to the broiled potatoes.

"And he's hung," Penelope flushed at the glare. "Wow, you really do like him."

"Don't change the subject. How the hell would you know?" He'd push her in front of a bus if she admitted to having a one-night stand with their boss.

"Oh, don't worry, I don't know personally." She held up a hand to prevent the clenched fork from being aimed at her throat. "I know from girl talk. Emily kind of told us one day right before she left the BAU. During that case in Chicago, she accidently walked in on him when he was going tinkle. She said she got a pretty good look at it before either of them reacted. Back to the making out, how did that happen?"

"The night I went to the carnival with him and the kids, he commented that he would know it was me in a custom even if I wore a bag over my head. It was just a challenge to see if I could dress up and not be instantly recognized. My neighbor is a stylist and gay, like Elton John gay, so I went to him for help. I went dressed as a girl, Hotch didn't recognize me. I was wearing a blue gown with a ball mask."

"That was you?" That had been Spencer? How? She vaguely recalled seeing the woman arriving. It had made her down another drink seeing someone else that was prettier and skinnier. "I hate you. You're totally beautiful as a woman and Oh my, he was looking for you."

"Who was?" He added more sugar to the coffee. Who had been searching for him?

"Hotch, the next morning. He asked several of us if we knew your name. What happened?" This was good, much better than her pregnancy drama or her Italian fetish.

"I meant to tell him who I was after making sure he didn't recognize me but we went for a walk. It was just small talk, nothing that would give away who I was. Before I knew it we were heading inside and upstairs to be alone. I trusted him and I didn't think anything would happen." How could he have known that they'd end up getting better acquainted on a physical level?

"But it did. How far did it get?"

"Not that far, but enough that he realized that I wasn't what I seemed." A part of him was disappointed that he hadn't gotten that far but it hadn't been possible.

"You mean Hotch realized that you weren't a girl? Did he get upset?" She didn't think he was homophobic but how well did they really know him? They hadn't known that his marriage with Haley was in that much trouble until they were already divorced. "He actually noticed your thing?"

"My penis, which was hard. You're pregnant and you're going to be shy about saying the word penis? You can call it a cock if that makes it easier." He placed his fork down lest he stab himself to end the humiliation. "Seeing as we were grinding against each other like teenagers, he is aware of the fact that he made out with another guy. He just doesn't know that it was me. Thankfully for me, you decided to attack your baby daddy, and JJ came to fetch Hotch before I had to remove my mask."

"That is so romantic," she cooed at the frowning genius. It was something of fairytales, "You must have done something right if he was asking about you the next morning."

"No, more like he is the type of person who wants to know who he made out with. It's been weeks and I'm sure he has already put it out of his mind. Hotch isn't some blushing virgin who is going to be enamored with some stranger he made out with during a party. You do realize who we are talking about? He did attend college before he got married to Haley, and it is Hotch."

"I know, he's sexy as hell, and has probably had more pussy than a tomcat." Penelope waited for the waitress to refill his coffee. "Give the man some credit, he isn't like that. If he was searching for a name then he was searching for you."

"He thought he was looking for a stranger that he enjoyed spending an evening with." Spencer didn't want to burst her girly fantasy bubble but there was nothing there. "If he knew it was me, it would end there. I've been on the team for over a decade and I'm nothing more than a friend. He doesn't have the slightest romantic interest in me and that isn't going to change because I wore a mask."

"Oh hun," she reached out to grab ahold of the long fingers. "You know what I think we should do? After dinner we should stop by the store and get some Ben & Jerry's. We can order some videos and have us a sleepover."

"Alright, but I'm not having sex with you." He chuckled around the disappointment that lingered. Admitting the truth aloud to someone else concreted it. Hotch wasn't interested in him and nothing was going to change that.

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I'm not sure if I'll go into the entire Garcia/Rossi side pairing, or if I'll let anything come of it. I just think any sane woman would find Rossi to be hot for an older guy.