A/N: Hey all! This is the final chapter for Misinformed. It's been fun! Thanks to everyone who have been patiently waiting for updates. Hope you enjoy!

This chapter is rated M.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

Chapter 5:

"JJ, I'm right here," he said, voice low, husky. "I'm not going anywhere, ever, sweetheart."

Her mouth dropped open to form an 'O' of surprise just before Hotch closed the distance between them. His lips danced over hers, taking their time. She felt his tongue slide over her lips, and she realized she was a second or two behind.

Come on, JJ, a voice said eagerly in her head. Get with it. She readily parted her lips, letting his tongue slide against hers, just as his hands grasped her hips firmly. He moved her in his lap so that her legs were straddling either side of his body.

She grinned into the kiss, realizing that Hotch really wanted her and just her. There was no one else.

They broke apart from the kiss, momentarily, so that they could quickly divest each other of their tops. Hotch's hands slipped around her body, tickling her flushed skin, to unhook the scrap of fabric covering her chest. She cried out when he touched the sensitive skin uncovered.

He kissed her hard, rough, a testament to the passion he felt for her. His hand trailed up the silk of her belly to palm her left breast. A gentle squeeze, followed by a flick of his thumb over the already sensitive peak had her moaning into the kiss. He pulled back and she could see there was a smirk on his face, telling her so much more was about to come.

His lips made contact with the skin at the top of her breast. Her breath hitched as she waited for more. She wasn't disappointed; his lips closed over one straining nipple, sucking gently as his hand brushed its twin.

"Aaron," she groaned out, as her hands slid down his chest to rub over the hardness she felt through his jeans.

Their breaths coming hard, they both suddenly knew that they just needed to feel each other. That this time it wasn't about taking their time. They just needed to feel that connection.

She undid the buckle of his jeans and reached her hands inside to pull him out of his pants. His mouth let go of her breast with a hiss of pleasure. And his hands pushed her skirt up around her waist. All that was left between them was the thin layer of fabric covering her from him. Hotch's fingers grabbed hold of the waistband and pulled. JJ was more than a little shocked to hear the sound of the material ripping. He grinned at her shocked look, but a second later, none of that mattered when his hands, on her hips, began to move her over top of him.

JJ gasped at the feel of him inside her; but there was no time for slow, not today. Hotch urged her on, and she was happy to oblige. Setting a fast, hard rhythm, JJ rode him, and met each of his thrusts with urgency. Their breaths coming out in short pants, she could feel the tension, the pleasure building between them. She was so close. When Hotch's fingers reached between their moving bodies, JJ was done for. It wasn't long after that Hotch came, too.

Gasping for breath, JJ rested her head against Hotch's shoulder, his own forehead pressed against the top of her breast. His breath, coming hard, fanned the skin of the burgeoning peak of her breast, in a too enticing manner. Her hands wandered down and grabbed hold of him, squeezing him, caressing him back into hardness. She was eager and ready to climb back on top of him.

"JJ," his voice protested, gruffly.

She gave him a quizzical look, wondering what he could possibly be protesting about. Her hand still around him, she gave him another squeeze and she could see the desire wash over his face. Definitely not protesting this, she knew.

"Bed," he managed to groan out.

She let out a cheery giggle, feeling her happiest ever.

Hotch let out a happy sigh, content, as his right hand caressed the smooth skin of the bare shoulder of the woman he loved. JJ's head, resting on his chest, her body pressed against his own, he could feel every gentle breath she took.

God, it'd been a roller coaster of a day. Up, down, up. He hoped things would remain on the up. He could think of no reason why things would possibly spiral down again.

"JJ," he broke the serene silence.

"Hmm," she replied, voice sounding deceivingly tired. Her hand was tickling the skin at his belly and he had to take hold of it if he was ever going to stay focused.

"We've got to agree that the next time either of us hears something questionable about the other that we talk to each other first," he requested. "I don't know if my heart can take another day like today."

JJ pushed herself up so that she could look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Hotch. I just… both Penelope and Emily told me the same thing… and I was confused over where we stood… I just didn't think about asking you out right."

He hated to see her look so troubled. This day had nearly killed him from watching her in so much pain, pain that he'd inadvertently caused. He never wanted to see her so sad again.

Hotch pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. "So, where do we stand?"

He watched her brow furrow. "Hotch… Aaron… I hope you know," she started, words stilted as she tried to get out what was clearly important to her. He waited patiently. "I… hope you know… God!" she exclaimed in frustration. "I love you!"

He chuckled lightly. She gave him a quick glare and a tiny slap to the shoulder before her expression melted into one of warmth. "I love you," she repeated more easily. "So much."

Hotch pulled her against his chest so that they were millimeters apart. "I love you too, JJ," he added affectionately.

His lips captured hers in an intense, but loving kiss. Now that they knew they loved each other, Hotch vowed to never, ever let the woman get away. JJ was it for him.

Hotch was sitting at his desk, working away, eager to have everything finished so he could leave on time. He, JJ, and the boys had a movie date that night. He hated to miss any time with his new family.

He let out a happy sigh. It was the best feeling in the world to go home to someone at night, even better when that someone loved him dearly. He'd so missed being a family man. JJ was giving that back to him and he would love her dearly for all time.

A knock came at the door to interrupt his happy thoughts. "Come in," he called out absently.

"Hotch, what did you do this time?"

He looked up to find Dave watching him sternly in much the same manner as the day he and JJ had finally confessed their love for one another. Something inside his stomach flipped at Dave's words.

"What do you mean?" he replied tentatively.

"JJ's in the washroom, again, sick," Rossi elaborated. His eyebrow shot up as he posed, "Are you sure she's not pregnant?"

Hotch frowned. They'd never actually discussed that part of Dave's theory. It got him wondering. Maybe… Nah.

"Dave, just because a woman gets sick does not mean she's pregnant," Hotch scolded. He stood up, ready to leave his office and find his girlfriend. "It's probably the flu, something's been going around the Bureau lately."

Rossi nodded contritely. "Sure, you're probably right."

Hotch eyed the man carefully. He had a feeling the man was humoring him. He let out a sigh. He did not have time for his friend's games. He had to find JJ.

Leaving him standing there, he made his way out of his office and down the stairs into the bull pen. He looked to the cluster of desks to see if maybe she was there, but no one, not even Reid or Emily, were seated there. It wasn't strange not to see them at their desks, but he should have known something was up when he felt the hovering presence of Dave as he walked through the unusually quiet bull pen.

Finally, he reached the same bathroom he'd found her in two months ago. He stood outside the closed door and pushed it open a crack so that his voice would carry in.

"JJ, honey, you in there?"

There was a bit of a shuffling noise, followed by an, "Aww," that sounded a lot like Garcia, and finally, "Shh… yeah, Aaron, I'm in here."

Hotch turned to look at his friend who now stood directly behind him. Dave had a Cheshire cat grin on his face. Yep, something was definitely up.

"Aaron," JJ called out, not sounding one bit sick. "You coming in?"

He mentally braced himself, not sure what he'd find inside. He pushed open the door and was immediately bombarded by a chorus of "Surprise!"

JJ was in there, all right, not looking a bit sick, glowing, actually. She wasn't alone, however. Reid, Morgan, Emily, Garcia, and even the kids were all huddled inside, smiling brightly at him.

Confused, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "It's not my birthday."

That earned him a round of laughs. It wasn't until he saw the decorations they'd put up in the washroom that he started to put two and two together.

Baby cut outs of all shapes and sizes were plastered everywhere. There were also a couple of signs of, "It's a boy!" and "It's a girl!" hanging across the mirrors.

Hotch's mouth dropped open. "JJ… are you… are you…really?"

He couldn't quite form the right words. He'd been hoping for this. He never believed it could happen so soon. His eyes zeroed in on the blonde beauty, she nodded her head happily.

"Come on everyone, let's give them a moment alone," Rossi was saying, beginning to usher everyone out. "Come on boys, your dad needs time recover."

Everyone seemed to file past him at once, all giving him their congratulations. Hotch just continued to stand there, frozen on spot in disbelief. When they were finally alone, JJ approached him, taking each of his hands in her own, to lead him to the couch.

"You like the decorations?" she asked nervously. "The boys helped me out. Dave thought it would be fun to tell you in here. I'm not sure it was a good idea now that I think about it…. Aaron, are you ok? Are you in shock?"

It finally hit him that he hadn't said much since arriving inside the women's washroom and that was making his girlfriend very anxious.

He opened his mouth to speak and found that he had to clear his throat first, an unexpected lump had formed there.

"JJ, you're pregnant?" he backtracked.

"Mm hmm," a smile overtook her face; she was beautiful he couldn't help noticing. He reached a hand out to cup her face. "Two months along…"

"This is…" he breathed out, "…wonderful."

She let out a breath as if she had been holding it this whole time. She laughed. "I'm glad to hear you think so."

They leaned in to share a loving kiss.

"Wait a minute," he mock pouted. "How come everyone found out before me?"

She gave him a dry look. "Penelope overheard a conversation I was having with my doctor on the phone this morning, you know, Dr. Will," she explained. "It got around the office so fast; before I knew it Rossi was coming to me demanding when I was going to tell you that I was pregnant with Will's twins.

"I had to call a quick meeting before that got to you. I decided we'd all take part in surprising you."

Hotch laughed out loud at the tale. It was amazing how people's wires got crossed and misinformation could get passed on so easily. He was so glad JJ had decided to end the miscommunication right away and tell him.

"So," she started. "Is this happy news?"

He gave her a heartfelt smile. "Very," he answered. "JJ you've given me all I've ever dreamed of, your love, a family, how could I not be happy?"

She grinned broadly. "I love you, you know?"

"Good, because I love you, too."

Her cheeks tinged pink, JJ got to her feet, pulling him up with her. "Now, let's get out of here. Garcia bought a cake. Just a warning though, it might say, 'Congratulation on your twins.'"

Hotch laughed. He didn't care about how misinformed the others were as long as he and JJ knew where they stood.

Right by each other's side, for the rest of their lives.

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