By the time Maeve was three months pregnant, Reid had been acting slightly off for a while and this had not gone unnoticed by the rest of the BAU. In fact, Morgan had been picking at him trying to find out what was going on.
Spencer hadn't wanted to tell him, they didn't want to tell anyone until their baby was out of the danger zone, most miscarriages happened in the first trimester and if that had happened, the others being devastated with them would have just made it worse.
So far he hadn't said a word, although they were officially, technically in the clear…that and Morgan was getting to be just that annoying, he couldn't hold out that much longer.
In the middle of the afternoon on a cold day in December, he and Morgan were checking the location where a local rapist apparently liked to end his encounters with local call girls by replacing his own involvement with that of a gun. It was an alley off of K-street so finding a hotbed of prostitution was far from unusual… it was a cold but bright day out but the tall, brick buildings on either side kept the alley itself in shadow and probably fifteen of twenty degrees colder than the five-below that it was in the sun.
"Come on Kid, I know there's something… you been actin all weird and jumpy for months…and don't say you thought I knew by now that you're always like that, this is different…so what's up?"
"Morgan, you've asked me that same question a total of sixty-four times in the last month…sixty-eight point six times, if we count the times either I or a case cut you off…"
So then just tell me what's up for crying out loud…because you know I'm just gonna keep pestering the hell out of you until I get an answer…"
"What do you think is going on Morgan? What do you think you've seen?" He asked, partly because he hoped this would get Morgan to back off and also to get a read on just how close he really was to guessing what was going on.
"Well, you never wanna hang out after work anymore…and don't explain that away on being married because it's just been the last two months, not the last ten…for the last ten it's been less, for the last two you've turned it down every single time… Secondly like I said, you've been way more jumpy than usual even for you…"
"So I want to spend more time with my wife…that proves anything…how? If you want to hang out we can hang out…"
"Ok, why do you act like a detective chasing a cop killer every time lately we get a case involving women or kids? You never used to get that far into it before, not like this, not this often…lately it's every case…?"
"I'll tell you…"
"Finally…" he said, exasperated.
"But not yet…"
"Reid…you're killing me here…"
"You'll all know soon enough…by the way there's a shell casing behind you… it's a twenty-two so it could be our Unsub…"
Morgan turned around and picked it up off of the blacktop.
"I didn't even see this…"
"Maybe you should be helping me profile this rapist instead of profiling me…" he said.
"Point taken, let's get this to ballistics and see if we can match it to our Unsub…" Morgan replied, and the two of them headed back to the car.