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A/n hey all... Thanks again for all your support of the story and your patience with my injury. I'm doing a little better. Here's is some humor after all the angst in the last few chapters.

Reid placed his messenger bag under his desk at the same time Morgan entered the bullpen. The clock on wall read seven minutes before nine and everyone was there except for Emily.

Where is she?

Maybe she was sick. No that didn't make sense, Emily never got sick. Well, that wasn't entirely true now that she was pregnant. Was the morning sickness not over?

He didn't know if it was. The last few weeks had been a distraction, what with him freaking out about being in the baby's life.

He ducked his head when he felt his cheeks getting red. He was going to be a father for God's sake, fathers didn't blush. His father hadn't blushed.

How do you know? You're the one that admits you have great big gaping holes in your memory when it comes to your dad.

That was very true. Still, Hotch never blushes and he's a dad.

Reid opened a random file and waited till his face felt cool. It didn't appear that Morgan had noticed, so he risked looking up at his partner.

Morgan had his back to Reid. He was looking at the elevator. "Where's Emily?" He turned back to look at Reid. "She's never late."

"I don't know Morgan. I'm not her keeper." He stuck his face back into the file folder.

"I didn't say you were. But, you two seem pretty chummy lately. I just thought that you might know where she is."

"We're not chummy." Reid replied while keeping his eyes on the crime scene photos he was pretending to study.

"Yes you are. I've seen you huddled together at the back of the jet after a case."

"Playing chess isn't huddling." Reid said, daring to look up at Morgan who was leaning against his desk.

"You know what I mean. You talk to her all the time and you never talk to me anymore."

"Are you whining Morgan?"

"No I just think you're up to something."

Reid put his face back in the file. "We're not up to something."

Now look him in the eye and repeat that without stuttering!

"Hm… maybe I'll go talk to Garcia. She'll know if anything is going on."

Reid looked up under his eye lashes and watched Morgan head up to Garcia's office. The file slid out of his damp hands to the floor as a terrible thought hit him. If anyone can figure out what's going on, it's Garcia. You should think of something to distract her.

Yeah that would work. No one 'distracts,' Garcia for long. She's like blood hound when it comes to sniffing out secrets.

Unfortunately that was the truth. Damn… where was Emily? He looked at the clock and saw that only five minutes had passed. How was that possible?

Well, it's not Monday so unless JJ or Hotch comes looking for us we don't have a case.

His brain began to buzz again with all the terrible things that could have happened to Emily. Maybe she's had a car accident. What if something happened to the baby? Oh God… What if she had a miscarriage? Miscarriages were most likely to happen in the first trimester, especially to women Emily's age. It was why the doctor was so careful. It was why she decided to wait until now to tell the team.

Oh man, he'd forgotten that she was going to tell them all today. How could he have forgotten something as important as that?

Maybe that's why she's not here. Maybe she chickened out and she's leaving.

He looked up at the clock and rubbed the palms of his hands on his cords. Another minute had passed. Why was the clock moving so slowly, or was it so fast? He really didn't know which one it was.

He'd just call her and then he'd know that she was okay. She wouldn't mind if he gave her a call. She'd have to understand that he was concerned for her. She'd understand and not kick his ass. She didn't mean it the night before when she told him not to call her every five minutes.

He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. The phone went right to voice mail. It never went right to voice mail. That had to mean that something was wrong. He slapped the phone shut and rushed up to the elevators.

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Emily pulled her phone out of her bag as she got on the elevator. It was then that she noticed she'd neglected to turn it on. Well, it was Reid's fault that she'd turned it off. He'd called her three times the night before while she was trying to get ready for bed. He kept asking how she was feeling and how the baby was and it had nearly made her yell at him. Finally, she'd told him she'd turn off her phone if he called her just once more. He hadn't called back, but she'd turned it off put the phone back in her pocket and rode up the elevator with four other people. She had the car to herself once she reached the fourth floor. She shifted her ready bag, hoping that she wouldn't need it. She had news for the team and she didn't want to tell them in the middle of a case. First, she needed to talk to Hotch and give him a heads up and then…

The door opened to the sixth floor and there was Reid standing there looking like he was about to have an accident. He looked terrified.

"There you are." He said very loudly making Agent Anderson look up from his desk at them.

"Yeah… I'm here. I work here Reid." She smiled brightly at him. "Did you forget?"

Agent Anderson had gone back to his file. No one else was in the immediate area, so Emily grabbed Reid by the arm and yanked him around the corner.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"I thought you had an accident or something. You're late!"

She made a show at looking at her watch. "I'm three minutes late Reid. And anyway, it's none of your business."

"I was worried about you. Did you know that -?"

She pushed a hand over his mouth. "I don't want to hear it. There are eyes and ears all over this place. I don't want to have this discussion with you right now. Remember what I told you last night."

He nodded his head. She noticed that his eyes were huge and fearful. She suddenly wanted to kiss him instead of slapping him senseless. She yanked her hand away from his face and put it behind her back.

Are you out of your mind Prentiss?

"I'm going to go talk to Hotch and warn him that I'm telling the team today. If you want to change your mind about telling them all of it, speak up now."

He shook his head as though her hand was still over his mouth.

"I'm going to my desk. Wait here for a couple of minutes."

"Morgan thinks we're up to something." He said without thinking.

"What did he say?"

"Just that we're plotting. He doesn't like it that I play so much chess with you after cases."

"What did you tell him?"

"I didn't say anything. I told him we just play chess and talk."

"What did he say after that?"

"He went to talk to Garcia. He thinks she knows."

"Yeah, they're probably looking at us on the monitors right now." Her tone scared him as did her blazing dark eyes.

"I promised you I wouldn't say anything. I haven't," He insisted.

Her eyes softened a bit and the hammering his heart had been doing the last five minutes slowed down to crawl.

"I believe you."

"You do," He looked so relieved that she didn't have the heart to stay mad.

"Of course I do. I trust you more than anyone. I thought I'd made that clear."

"I know…"

"Then go back to your desk and pretend nothing's wrong. I'm going to go see Hotch."

He let her walk away from him. If anyone was watching on the cameras they'd gotten an eyeful that would be tough to explain away. He peeked around and then hurried into the men's room. Cameras were forbidden in there for privacy sake. He looked in the mirror and was relieved that he wasn't blushing for a change. He put his fingers to his mouth where her fingers had touched it. Her hands had smelled like vanilla and it had been very intoxicating. He'd agree to almost anything with that smell in his face.

Pull yourself together!

He nodded curtly at his reflection and remembered that Emily was about to go talk to Hotch. He better get back out to the bullpen before Morgan decided to wonder where he was. It was time to keep a low profile.

Yep, that's you, Mr. Low Profile. Let's see if you can walk out that door and to your desk without tripping over your feet.

He proved to himself and his feet that he could walk to his desk without taking a header down the stairs. Morgan wasn't back to his desk yet so he let out the breath he'd been holding. He decided to be sensible and work till Emily finished with Hotch.

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JJ was the first one to arrive in the conference room. There wasn't anything hot on her desk so she supposed that Hotch must have something important for them to deal with that morning.

Hotch, Emily and Morgan filed in followed by Rossi, Garcia and Reid brought up the rear. She looked at her boss and he shook his head.

"What's up Hotch?" Morgan asked as they all sat down around the table.

"Emily has something she wants to tell you all."

All their eyes trained on Emily. She looked over at Hotch and then her eyes flicked to Reid and back so fast that JJ wasn't sure she'd even seen it.

"I'm pregnant!" She said.

"I knew it." Garcia squealed as she jumped up. She hugged Emily hard till the older woman had to push her away.

"You're choking me Garcia."

"Sorry."

"You were right Mama! Emily's going to be a mommy." Morgan grinned at Emily.

"It's hard to keep a secret from this crew." Rossi said.

"True."

"Who's the father?" Morgan piped up and Garcia hit him on the shoulder.

"Morgan!" Hotch trained his scowl on the younger man.

"What?"

"This is personal for Emily and none of your business."

Morgan blinked in surprise and then turned to Emily. "Seriously… I didn't mean to imply that -"

"It's nothing. The father is a very wonderful man that will remain anonymous for now. I have my reasons."

"Okay."

"Just okay," Emily asked suspiciously.

"Yeah… I can wait to find out."

That annoucement made Reid's blood run cold. You'll have to deal with it sooner or later. Yeah... later was better though.

"So when is the baby due?" JJ asked.

"October 15th." Emily said proudly.

Congratulations and hugs were the next order of business. JJ noticed that Reid had stepped back and was watching Emily from as far away as was possible.

Well, he had thought that touching her baby belly and feeling the baby kick was freaky, so he probably would keep away from Emily too. It was weird. He was the only person she knew that had no desire to feel the kick of a baby.

"Alright, we all have work on our desks so let's get to it." Hotch interrupted the celebration.

"I'm going to order pizza for lunch." Garcia said as they filed out of the conference room.

"You should get a salad for Emily." Reid said and went scarlet when they all looked at him.

"I'm just saying that pizza has a lot of fat. The mother needs to have lots of vitamins and minerals in her diet. The baby takes a lot of the nutrition from the mother so…" He trailed off at the looks on all their faces.

He was about to just tell them all that he was the baby's father when Morgan laughed and said. "Jeez… do we have to listen to a lecture from the professor here?"

He threw an arm around Reid. "Emily's not going to drop dead if she has a little pizza."

The others laughed and no one saw the look pass between Emily and Hotch. "Yeah… She doesn't need another diet Nazi." Garcia said. "I'm sure her doctor has already explained it all to her."

"Um… Yeah, I was just pointing out that …"

Morgan pulled him down to the bullpen and Emily followed them alternating between wanting to strangle him and wanting to hug him for his concern. Still, they were going to have to have another talk…