Disclaimed!

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Rossi looked up from his morning crossword and swore, as he noticed Hotch hovering at the other side of the desk. "Jesus, Aaron. I'm going to get you a little bell to attach to your damn tie."

Scowling, Hotch took a seat and stared at the older man judgmentally. Dropping his pen to the wooden table, the elder profiler sighed. "Spit it out, then."

"At what point, were you going tell me, you might be the father of Agent Prentiss's unborn child?" Hotch asked sternly.

"How do you even know..?" Rossi began but was immediately cut off by Hotch's glare.

Hotch watched the realisation cross over the sitting, profiler's face, at the one worded response. "Will."

"I was going to tell you." Rubbing his forehead, Rossi sighed before answering with a smirk. "After, the paternity test."

Scoffing, Hotch leaned back in his seat and shook his head. "Dave, I have no idea where to begin. I thought you were passed those days."

"Those days?" Rossi raised an eye in amusement.

Hotch rested his head on his fingers as his elbow rested on the arm of the chair. "You know what I mean."

"I really care, cared for her, but I was a stupid old man." Rossi looked down at his hands as they rested in front of him. "It was one night and she really doesn't want anything to do with me."

Hotch paused momentarily, seeing the hurt in his friend's eyes. "You really loved her."

"I wouldn't go that far." The profiler stated, unconvincingly, as he sat straighter in his seat.

"Prentiss doesn't want your involvement?" Hotch asked with a raised eye.

Rossi shook his head and breathed out deeply. "I'm being an ass and pestering her."

"No, you're being an ass?" Hotch mocked dryly.

The experienced agent groaned slightly. "She has Will. I'm standing in the way of her idealised future. I don't blame her for pushing me away. I'm giving her plenty of excuses."

"What if the baby is yours?" Hotch asked seriously, noting the flicker of determination in the older man's face.

"I'll be there for it." Rossi announced quietly. "And if it's not, I'll respect her decision to stay the hell away from me."

Nodding, the unit chief shook his head and chuckled slightly. "What would an affair be in this place if you weren't somehow involved?"

"Well, I didn't want JJ to have all the attention of being the only person scorned." The friend's laughed at Rossi's pout.

Shaking his head, Hotch took a deep breath. "Did you really have to keep this from JJ? She has enough people in her life lying to her."

"Are you pissed that I didn't tell JJ or are you pissed that I didn't tell you?" Rossi countered. Seeing the neutral expression on the younger man's face, the profiler smirked. "You've got the hots for JJ, huh?"

Tersely, dragging his lips into a thin line, Hotch glared at his friend as he chuckled. "JJ's a friend, Dave. She deserves better than everyone's bullshit."

The elder man's face morphed into seriousness suddenly. "You and JJ would be good for each other Aaron. Don't let your professionalism get in the way."

"Don't go there, Dave. I'm not you." Hotch warned, seeing the profiler's sincerity.

Scoffing, smugly, Rossi leaned back in his chair. "Something's already happened, huh."

"No. JJ's been through a lot and I just shouldn't be so relaxed around her." Hotch responded on defensively.

Tilting his head, Rossi moaned in frustration. "You've been through a lot too, Aaron. You deserve to be happy."

Hotch shrugged, however, before he could respond a knock interrupted their conversation. Prentiss looked between the relaxed appearances, of the two senior BAU agents, her gaze lingering on the man behind the desk before she spoke. "I'm sorry for barging in."

"It's okay Prentiss." Rossi replied softly, his eyes falling on her slowly swelling stomach.

Hotch watched the exchange of eye contact between his two colleagues before standing. "Well, I should get back to work."

"No Hotch, I actually came to see you." Prentiss motioned to the letter in her hand and passed it to the unit chief. "It's my request for transferral to the DC office. They need a translator in the CTU over there."

Hotch looked down at the Bureau official letterhead and sighed. "Prentiss, this is a big decision. You shouldn't feel pressured into doing something so rash."

"Will didn't force me into this Hotch, if that's what you mean. It was my decision and my decision alone." The brunette stated when she saw the profiler's frown.

Rossi scoffed as he stood to face the two agents. "Yeah, right Emily. It was no secret he didn't like the fact JJ was in the field and this transferral will mean permanent desk duty."

"This isn't Will's choice, Dave. I'm going to be a mom and no offence Hotch or to JJ, but I have no idea how you can even think of doing this job with a child and mine isn't even here yet. I can't read a damn consult without either wanting to throw up or burst into tears. I'm sorry, but I can't do this job and be a mom." Prentiss stated defiantly but her eyes seemed a little unsure. "I can't stay here."

Rossi looked at the profiler's defiant stance and sighed. "Emily, if this is about me. I'm sorry but I want to be a part of the baby's life. I want you to do whatever you want to but please don't just run away."

"I'm not running away. This isn't about you Dave. This is about my family." Emily looked to Hotch with a small smile.

Holding out her hand, Prentiss cleared her throat before continuing. "Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your team."

"Prentiss, you're a good agent. Are you sure this is what you want. I know Will was upset last night but it is possible to be a good parent and work here." Hotch replied quietly, as he took hold of her hand, the sight of his older friend's defeated demeanour didn't go unnoticed out of the corner of his eye.

The ambassador's daughter nodded. "I screwed up by hurting JJ and, you Dave." Prentiss turned to the other profiler briefly before looking back at Hotch. "I made the wrong decisions. I caused the awkwardness in the team. I have to face the consequences. If I thought that I could make things better here and be a good parent, I'd stay, but this, working here, isn't what I want. Not anymore."

Rossi slowly wandered to the front of his desk and leaned on its top. "I'm sure Will agrees with your decision though, right?"

"Will is standing by me and this baby, Dave. I'm sorry I hurt you. But this baby is mine and Will's and I'd appreciate it if you respected that and left me alone. I nearly lost Will because of you and that's not happening again. I'm leaving to have a family and not for any other reasons." Prentiss nodded to Hotch and, quietly left the room.

The unit chief turned to the wide eyed man, and sighed in heartfelt. "Are you okay?"

Nodding, Rossi turned away from the younger man and returned to behind his desk. Without exchanging words, Hotch came to the older profiler's side and patted his shoulder reassuringly before leaving him alone in the small office.

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