AN: Hey, well this is the 2nd part to the Team's thoughts etc. This is for Allie, who I have realised has continuely reviewed all my stories. Oh and a special mention to ArwenLalaith, who I am currently co-writing a story with. Oh, and please check out her fics (they're awesome! ;0). Anyway, Enjoy. Luvya, Tayy.

Electric Feel

Ch. 7.

Garcia sat typing away at her computers when she heard a soft knock at her door. She knew who it was, she figured Emily would come and see her.

'Come in Em.'

'Hey Garcia. How'd you know it was?' Emily asked as Garcia pulled her into a bone crushing hug. As Garcia held she realised Emily wasn't as skinny as she used to be. She pulled back then, not enough to actually let go, but enough to look her over making sure she was alright.

'Oh Sugar Plum, I am the All-Knowing and All-Seeing Goddess, when do I ever not, know something?' Garcia asked making Emily smile.

'You're right,' Emily said sighing, 'Penelope you ah, you don't think De…Never mind,' Emily said. Garcia could tell she had something on her mind and she was going to be a good friend and listen.

'Em, you can talk to me. I will always be here for you.'

'Ok, well um… It's just I'm worried Derek is only staying with me because of what happened. I don't know, Pen! I love him; really love him, but what if he see's me differently? What if he doesn't love me the same as before? Oh my God! He's probably only staying because of the baby!' Emily rambled working herself into a panic attack. Garcia quickly took hold of her hands.

'Em, sweetie. Calm down. Emily, hon. breathe! In, out, in, out. Just like me, Emily. Look at me, follow me.' Garcia soothed, their hands moving in motion with their deep calming breaths. Emily was trembling, spilt tears staining her pale face. Garcia hugged her again, rocking back and forth lightly as all the nerves, tension and worry that filled Emily slowly began to ebb away.

'Emily listen to me sweetheart; Derek loves you. He loves you so much. And guess what, I think he see's you as even stronger than before and he loves you even more for getting through something like that. If he's careful around you at the moment it's because he doesn't want to hurt you and he'd never make you do something you don't want to do. He'd never force you into anything. Trust me Emily, baby or no baby he'd still be by your side. He would never leave you; the baby is an added bonus.' Garcia whispered to Emily, reassuring her.

'Thank you Pen. I'm glad that didn't happen in the bullpen.' Emily said, releasing a shaky breath.

'No problem girly, I'm always here. Now get back out there, and be strong.' Garcia encouraged, Emily just nodded her head, leaving Garcia to do her thing.

'Emily, how are you handling today so far?' David Rossi asked, his hand on her shoulder, making her tense up.

'Alright, I guess.' She replies. Noticing how Emily had tensed up he quickly removed his hand from her shoulder.

'How did it go?'

'Good, I think. After I told him about Monique, he said great and that he couldn't wait to meet her.' Emily recounted as Rossi listened intently.

'Emily, at least he didn't completely freak out about it.'

'I know Dave, but I'm still worried.'

'It's part of being human Emily, it's natural to worry. Like right now, you're worried about forcing a 16 year old and baby on him, when he doesn't want either. Am I right?' He asked, taking her silence as a yes, 'If he didn't want any of this he would have told you. I'm sure of it.'

'You're probably right Dave.'

'Of course I am. No stop worrying! It's not good for the baby.' Dave said sternly.

It was finally the end of the day and Derek was curled up on the couch with Emily. He was very proud of Emily today and how well she'd handled everything. He'd gotten a call from Garcia saying Em had, had a minor panic attack and that he should make sure she was alright. She had been fine and the day had gone well. She'd talked to everyone on the team and they all knew she was pregnant, except maybe Reid who seemed really clueless. Throughout the day he'd been thinking about baby names and there was one in particular he liked and wanted to share with Emily.

'What about Matisse?' He asked suddenly, startling Emily.

'Huh? What about Matisse?' She asked confused.

'For the baby. Why not Matisse? It's a pretty name.'

'A pretty name?' Emily snickered, 'Ok, sorry. You're right it is pretty but we don't know the baby's sex yet. It could be a boy.' Emily reasoned.

'Emily don't call her it! You'll offend our daughter.' Derek mock scolded.

'Derek, you can't be sure it's a girl. If it's a boy I like the name Isaiah or maybe even Derek; DJ for short.'

'Sweetheart, we are having a girl, trust me.' Derek said, ignoring her comments about having a boy.

'Fine! If it's a girl, Matisse Desiree Morgan; after your sister.'

'Matisse Desiree Morgan. Perfect!' Derek said happily, pulling Emily into a chaste but passionate kiss.