*A/N: Sorry this chapter was a little long in coming, got a trifle sidetracked. But I knew that I had to finish Derek and ShaKira's story.

*I do NOT own Criminal Minds. I just love the show…a lot.*

Derek's eyes fluttered open and he winced as the light hit his eyes, he closed them quickly and inhaled deeply. He heard voices and wondered who they belonged to and where he was. He struggled to remember what had happened and why he felt as if he'd been pummeled with a two-by-four. Suddenly he heard a voice, a husky, seductive voice that spoke in a stilted voice, the woman sounded as if she'd experienced a terrible situation. Her words were filled with sadness and guilt and her voice constantly choked on a sob. As he continued to listen, the voice connected to a name and a face in his mind's memory bank. Then with sudden clarity, he remembered ShaKira stepping into his office and telling him that she was pregnant with his baby. He groaned as the memory assailed his mind and realized that he'd passed out in his office. He opened his eyes again and looked around, he wasn't in his office anymore, it looked as if he were in the hospital, how long had he been out? He heard running feet and pulled himself up into a sitting position. He looked steadily at Prentiss, Garcia, JJ, Hotch, Reid and Rossi before his eyes drifted over to ShaKira who stood separate from the rest of the group, biting on her lip again and wringing her hands as she watched him closely.

"How long?" he asked, his eyes locked on her face.

"About four hours," Garcia answered, "Kira called me when it happened, then Prentiss, we both rushed over and when we couldn't revive you we called an ambulance, the rest of the team met us here."

"You were the last one in the office," Prentiss explained. Derek nodded his head, his eyes still trained on ShaKira, who swallowed nervously and looked away from his probing gaze.

"Do you guys mind if ShaKira and I talk for a minute? It won't be long," Derek asked, his voice tight with shock, confusion and anger. ShaKira's eyes widened and Derek could sense her nervous energy all the way across the room. Sensing that something big was happening, the team exchanged glances and filed out of the room silently, each one of them patting ShaKira on the back as they walked out. As the door closed behind them Derek's eyes narrowed and he growled at her, "Get. Over. Here. Now."

ShaKira jumped at Derek's tone and narrowed her eyes in return, "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" she asked haughtily, her hands drifting to her hips, causing her T-shirt to pull tightly over her abdomen. Derek's eyes drifted down to her slight bulge and he swallowed thickly.

"Why didn't you tell me when you found out?" he whispered, his gaze riveted on her abdomen.

ShaKira sighed and her hands fell away from her hips as she walked forward. As she approached him, Derek allowed his eyes to drink in her appearance. Even in her casual attire, she was still gorgeous. He could tell that her breasts had grown in addition to her belly, and he noticed that her skin seemed to have a certain glow to it. She came and sat down on the edge of his bed and took one of his hands in hers. "I only found out myself a month ago, Derek," she explained, "I walked away from you and walked straight into another case. I was gone for three months, I was out in Colombia, dealing with drug lords and corrupt politicians. I mean," she stood up and began to pace, "I didn't even notice that I wasn't getting my period I was so busy. I got nauseous and I threw up every, single morning, but I just figured that it was because of where I was and what I was doing. Plus," she paused and looked at him shyly, Derek had never seen that look on her face before, "I couldn't get you off my mind, so I figured it could be physical distress as a result of emotional turmoil, y'know? So I get back to the States, I'm finishing up my reports and I happen to glance at my calendar. I always mark down my cycles on my calendar. So I'm looking at my calendar and I realize that I haven't had my monthly in like three months. And it's like everything slows down, I hear this wooshing sound in my head and my throat goes dry. I wanted to pass out too, but I didn't have the luxury like you did," she gave him a teasing grin before she continued, "I rushed over to the drugstore and I bought like six pregnancy tests and took all of them. They all said I was pregnant. So I went to the doctor, just to totally make sure and when he confirmed it, I had a slight panic attack. I don't have a job that's totally conducive to motherhood you know? So I had to take a second and really think about it. Then like two weeks ago I felt the baby move. Like it was really tiny, like a flutter, but the doctor told me what to look for and I realized that I was having a baby. A real baby, a tiny person. I was having your baby and while I knew that I couldn't have you, I mean, neither of us is the settling down type and our careers are crazy involved, but I could still have your baby. I wasn't going to tell you at first, but my brother Stephen pointed out that he'd want to know and when all of my brothers agreed with him, I knew that I had to tell you." She'd ended up sitting back on his hospital bed, her chest heaving from the effort of speaking so quickly, her eyes looking down at her hands which had come to rest gently on her stomach.

Derek swallowed and asked nervously, "How?"

ShaKira chuckled softly, "Yeah, I thought about that, we never used a condom Derek…not once. I'm not usually that absent-minded, careless, or irresponsible, but there was, there is something about you that makes me lose all reason." She smiled as she looked up into his eyes, "You believe me about the baby being yours right?" she asked.

"Yes," Derek replied with no hesitation, "You're very honest, brutally so, I know you wouldn't lie to me about that." Derek's eyes drifted down from her gaze to her abdomen, "How are you feeling right now?"

"Very good actually. I was nauseous all morning when I finally decided to come and tell you, but as soon as the baby heard your voice, it calmed down," she admitted begrudgingly. Derek smiled at the knowledge that his baby already knew his name and had to struggle to calm his frantically beating heart. He was going to be a father. "Do you want to touch the baby? I mean…my belly?" ShaKira asked softly, her eyes filling with tears when Derek nodded slowly, his eyes filled with wonder. She took his hand and placed it on her belly. "You may not be able to really feel anything, it's so soft that you…Oh!" her words stopped abruptly when she felt the baby move, a lot stronger than she ever had before.

Derek snatched his hand away as his mouth dropped open, "Was that the baby?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

"Yes it was!" ShaKira said excitedly, "Now give me your hand and let's see if we can get him to move again," she commanded as she put his hand back on her belly, this time underneath her T-shirt. The two expectant parents sat and waited, but nothing happened. "Aww shoot, I guess he's tired," she muttered as she released Derek's hand. Derek leaned forward and placed his lips right next to her belly.

"Hi there little one," he whispered softly, "Daddy's really sorry that he passed out when he found out about you, but Mommy just really shocked him. But I'm really excited about you being here. I can't wait to be your Daddy and even though you're just a tiny thing and not even born yet, I love you so much already." Derek kissed ShaKira's belly softly and gasped as he felt the baby's movement again. He lifted his head to ask ShaKira if she'd felt it and found her eyes filled with tears.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine…that was just…really, really sweet Derek. You're going to be a great father," she whispered, wiping away her tears.

"Yeah, I can't wait," Derek replied with a smile.

Derek was released from the hospital later that day with doctor's orders to rest for a few days. He'd smiled and told the doctor that he would, but everyone knew that he'd be back to work the next day. ShaKira stood between Garcia and Prentiss their arms interlocked as Hotch pushed Derek in the wheelchair outside.

"So…um…yeah, I haven't told you guys this, because I wanted to talk to Derek about it first, but…yeah, I'm pregnant," ShaKira told Garcia and Prentiss as they followed the rest of the team.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" Prentiss exclaimed loudly.

"Ssshhh!!" ShaKira tried to hush Prentiss as the rest of the team turned to look at them.

"Ohmigosh! You're going to have a little Morgan!! That baby's going to be so gorgeous!" Garcia stated delightedly.

"Thanks Garcia," ShaKira laughed rolling her eyes.

"I just can't believe that you're just telling us. You've got to be like four months, you haven't seen Derek since the last time you were here," Prentiss explained.

"It is Derek's right?" Garcia questioned nervously.

ShaKira nodded before answering, "I couldn't get him out of my mind," she told her best friends as they stepped out into the sunshine and walked towards Prentiss' SUV. "Every guy I met, I compared him to Derek and none of them measured up. After a month I just stopped trying. No one else turned me on like Derek does. Besides, Derek and I never used a condom, not once."

Prentiss and Garcia stopped and stared at her. "That's very unlike you," Prentiss stated.

"That's very unlike Derek," Penelope remarked about her best friend.

"I know, it's unlike both of us, but every time we were together it was like we wanted each other so desperately that we couldn't wait, we had to have each other right then. It was like a frenzy took over our bodies, we couldn't think all we could do was have sex. I never even realized that we didn't use condoms until I found out I was pregnant and then it dawned on me. I thought it was an immaculate conception at first," ShaKira chuckled. She put her hand to her stomach as a wave of nausea hit her.

"Are you okay?" Garcia asked as she put a hand on ShaKira's shoulder.

ShaKira inhaled sharply, "Yeah, I just get these waves of nausea that hit me every so often."

"Does anything help with them?" Prentiss questioned.

"Yeah, usually a Philadelphia cheese steak or just a huge T-bone steak," ShaKira remarked laughing.

"It's a boy," Prentiss and Garcia said simultaneously after hearing of ShaKira's cravings. ShaKira smiled and shrugged.

"Prentiss, I need to go and get my purse from the BAU office and get my rental before heading to your place, do you mind?" ShaKira asked.

"No problem, and we'll stop for a cheese steak on the way," Prentiss said laughing as the women climbed into the awaiting vehicle.

Derek looked up when ShaKira rushed into his office and stopped short upon seeing him. He smiled at her when she seemed slightly flustered. "I thought you would've been at home," she stammered.

"I wanted to pick up some files that I could work on at home, plus I had to pick up my truck," Derek explained as he watched ShaKira look around his office. "What are you looking for?" he asked after a few moments. She leaned down then and picked up her purse that had fallen underneath his desk.

"My purse," she said triumphantly as she smiled at him. Derek felt the air catch in his chest. He'd just gotten out of the hospital, how could he be thinking of making love to ShaKira? He knew then that he couldn't go four months without having sex again, it wasn't good for his mental or physical stability.

"So how long are you here?" he asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Um…indefinitely," ShaKira nodded, "Apparently the higher ups aren't so confident of my skills while I'm pregnant, so they've put me on mandated desk work, which means that they'll be emailing and mailing me work for the next eight months," she sighed, "then I have to go back in for an eval to determine if I can go back into the trenches. I don't think that will happen."

Derek nodded as he listened and had to stop himself from jumping for joy. She'd be around a lot, maybe they could try the whole relationship thing. "I can't say that I'm sorry, I don't really like the idea of you being in danger while you're pregnant with my baby," Derek murmured before quickly amending, "I mean our baby." He watched as her lips quirked at his mistake. She smiled at him and turned for the door, "See ya Derek," she said with a smile.

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"Oh I'm going to stay with Em until I can find my own place. It'll be nice to have someone there when I have morning sickness and when I get my cravings," she smiled and Derek realized that he'd be missing out on a lot if she stayed with Prentiss and was so far away from him. He knew that he had to do something.

"I want to be involved in our baby's life," he began. He heard ShaKira sigh happily as her eyes slid closed. She nodded and then responded, "I was hoping you would."

"I want to be involved in all of it. Every moment of the pregnancy. The morning sickness, the cravings, the mood swings, all of it," he continued as if she hadn't spoken. ShaKira's face scrunched in confusion.

"How are you going to do that with me staying with Prentiss? Do you want me to call you when it all happens or something?" she asked.

Derek smiled at her indulgently before he stood up from his desk and walked towards her, stopping only when he got right in front of her. "No, I want you to come and stay with me. I'm not saying you have to share my bed, although I hope that you will, but I do want you to share my home, so I can be there for all of it. Please?" he asked.

"You're asking me to move in with you?" ShaKira inquired, wanting to be certain of what she was hearing.

"At least during the pregnancy and the first few months after the delivery, then after that, we'll see. But essentially, yes, that's what I'm asking." He watched as she nibbled on her lower lip as she thought about it. He watched as a maelstrom of emotions passed over her face-fear, happiness, confusion, and finally acceptance.

"Sure," she finally agreed. "I just need to go and get my stuff from Em's and then I'll be at your place," she explained as she pulled her rental keys from her purse.

Derek nodded and leaned down to place a soft, quick kiss on her lips before she left. She poked her head back in the room after a few minutes, "What's your address?" she asked with a chuckle.

"How about I follow you to Prentiss' and then you can follow me to my place?" he suggested. ShaKira shrugged and agreed. Derek turned to his desk and scooped off all of his files, grabbed his leather jacket from the back of his chair, grabbed his keys and followed her from the room, shutting off the lights and locking the door to his office before walking down to his truck.

Derek followed ShaKira into Prentiss' apartment and heard music playing. "Kira! Hey we're all in here!" Prentiss called out. ShaKira laughed, "Who is we all?" she asked as she gestured for Derek to follow her, the two of them walked around the corner to see Prentiss, Garcia and JJ sitting around the coffee table all of them drinking. "What are you guys up to?" ShaKira chuckled.

"We're celebrating you and Morgan's baby!" Prentiss laughed drunkenly.

"Wow, so you guys started the celebration without me?" ShaKira laughed again, "It's okay, I can't drink anyway and I'm heading to Derek's. I'm going to stay with him until the baby's born, okay? Alright, I'm going to go and get my stuff, see you ladies tomorrow," ShaKira said quickly before turning for the stairs.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Prentiss yelled as she followed ShaKira upstairs. Derek turned to grin at Garcia and JJ.

"Derek? Do you know what you're doing?" Garcia asked cautiously.

"I want to be in my baby's life, Garcia," Derek muttered, knowing what she was really asking but deciding to play obtuse any way.

"That's not what I'm talking about Derek and you know it. ShaKira is very vulnerable right now, especially with a baby on the way. Don't play with her heart," Garcia warned.

"I won't," Derek sighed frustratingly.

"She's right," JJ stated, "ShaKira's hormones are going to raging out of control. If you're not going to be serious, then don't do it."

ShaKira walked back into the room, carrying two large duffle bags, both of which Derek took from her. She smiled at the other women in the room, "Thanks girls, you guys know where I'll be if you want to hang out." She turned to look at Prentiss and hugged her, "Thanks for letting me crash here and the talk upstairs. I appreciate it." Waving at them, ShaKira lead Derek out of the apartment, not looking back once. If she had, she would've noticed the grins on the faces of the other women.

Derek unlocked his front door and ushered ShaKira in. Hearing his dog Clooney's paws on the floor, he dropped ShaKira's bags, turned and opened his arms. As he rubbed Clooney's fur, he watched as ShaKira finished the last bite of her cheese steak sandwich before she kneeled down and held out her hand for Clooney to sniff her hand. Derek watched in amazement as Clooney sniffed her hand and immediately licked her face and cuddled up to ShaKira, his head pressing against her belly. ShaKira scratched the back of Clooney's head and smiled up at Derek's look of amazement.

"It's the pregnancy. Dogs become very protective of pregnant women. I saw a documentary about it on Animal Planet," she laughed as she stood.

Derek nodded as he picked up her bags and led her down the hallway. "Do you want a tour or something to drink?"

"Neither. I'm actually really tired, Derek. Do you mind if we went to bed?" ShaKira asked yawning.

"No, that's fine. Um…I'll make up the guest bedroom for you," Derek started off in that direction.

"Um…no," ShaKira giggled, "I don't think you get it." She walked up to Derek and pulled the straps of both of her duffle bags off of his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I plan on sleeping in your bed with you. Do you mind is we, as in you and I, go to bed…right now?" she questioned seductively.

Derek groaned and dropped his head down to capture her lips with his own before he bent down to scoop her up in his arms. "Hell no," he whispered as he carried her down the hallway and into his bedroom. As he put her feet down on the floor, he turned to shoo Clooney out of the room and then closed the door. Turning back to her, he gasped as he saw that she was completely naked.

"I thought that I'd save you some time," she shrugged. Derek jerked off his jacket and his shirt, stopping abruptly, when he felt ShaKira's hands on his chest. He sucked in a breath as her fingers drifted down his torso before unbuckling the belt at his waist and pulling it off. Tossing his shirt to the side, he toed off his shoes as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper carefully, trying to avoid his straining manhood.

"You're really hard Derek," ShaKira said appreciatively.

"It's been four months ShaKira," he explained. He watched as her eyes snapped up to his as she pulled down his boxers. "Four months? You haven't had sex in four months?" she asked as he kicked off his boxers and socks.

"No," Derek sighed shaking his head as he took her in his arms, "I couldn't find one woman who set my body on fire like you do," he explained.

"Oh Derek," ShaKira sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Derek lifted her up in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Derek carried her to the bed and lay her down gently. He was so hard that he felt as if his erection was about to split in two. "Is this okay?" he asked as he placed his throbbing erection at her moist center.

"Yes, the doctor said it's fine," ShaKira answered as she lifted her hips to meet his thrust.

"I'll go slow next time, really take my time, but I want you too much right now," Derek promised as he thrust into her.

ShaKira sighed and moaned simultaneously, "It's fine. I don't want you to go slow, I just want you desperately. Please Derek."

Hearing her beg him for something that he wanted to give her caused a physical reaction in Derek and he began to thrust faster and deeper. His moans and groans echoed ShaKira's as they both quickly drew close to their shattering orgasm. Sliding one of his hands from her hip to her nub of pleasure, he rubbed quickly. As she shattered beneath him with a scream, Derek followed her over the precipice with his own groan of pleasure. He slumped forward onto his arms, still embedded within her as he struggled to get his breath. After five minutes he withdrew from her slowly, although he was still very much erect and could go again, he didn't want to wear her out. He heard her mewl of pleasure as she cuddled up to him. "That was absolutely amazing," she murmured.

"I completely agree," Derek said, struggling to keep a tight reign on his rampant erection. He groaned as ShaKira's hand drifted down to his still erect member.

"Hhhmm…Derek, I think you want to go again…do you want to go again, Derek?" she asked as she slowly straddled him.

"Oh god yes," he moaned as he felt her slowly sink down on his erect member, "But I don't want to wear you out or chafe you or anything. Especially if you're sore or tired-oh god…just like that…" Derek groaned as ShaKira began to ride him slowly.

"I'm not tired or sore or worn out or chafe. I'm horny as hell for you Derek Morgan," ShaKira chuckled as she rose and sank down on his thick erection, Derek's hips meeting hers as he thrust into her. Setting a slow pace, ShaKira continued to move up and down, alternately swirling her hips and bending over to offer her slightly swollen breasts to Derek to suck on. She reached behind her and lightly caressed his scrotum and smiled with satisfaction when his hips twitched and he groaned her name loudly. Unable to bear the teasing anymore, she began to ride him faster and faster, never breaking eye contact with him.

Maintaining eye contact with ShaKira as she rode him, as they had sex was probably the most seductive, electrifying part about having sex with her. Derek watched as her brown eyes grew darker with passion, as her mouth opened on a groan, as her head tilted back for a moment when the pleasure began to overwhelm her and as he grabbed on her hips and slammed his hips upward, thrusting his member deeper into her, he watched as her orgasm swept over her, causing his to wash over him. He closed his eyes as he rode on the tide of bliss, explosions of lights taking place behind his eyelids. As the tide receded and the lights stopped flashing, Derek felt as ShaKira laid down on his chest and his no longer erect member slid from her body as she stretched out atop him.

"Satisfied?" he panted out.

"Blissfully," ShaKira sighed causing Derek to laugh. He could totally understand her satisfaction, he felt it too. Turning and moving until he and ShaKira were both underneath the covers, her head on his chest and his arms around her, Derek found himself imagining what it would be like to be with ShaKira like that forever.

"G'night Derek," ShaKira whispered as she drifted off to sleep. Derek kissed her forehead and snuggled her closer to his body, "Good night Kira," before closing his eyes and joining her in sweet slumber.

*A/N: The story's not over!! Obviously! There's drama coming, there has to be. Please, please, PLEASE R&R!! Your reviews are like crack to me and I need my fix! LOL. I look forward to your reviews!*