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Chapter 9
Garcia came back from the ladies room. The test in her hands.
"I'm scared to watch."
"Want me to look?" Elisabeth asked.
Garcia just nodded, she was pretty nervous about what it might be. Elisabeth stood up and took the test from Garcia's hand. Looking at the color of the dot on the test she saw it as pink, it meant positive. She smiled she was happy for Garcia, but she had no idea if Garcia would be as happy with the news. Garcia looked at her.
"What's the verdict?" she asked with a trembling voice.
"Congratulations, you're pregnant."
"Oh god."
"You always wanted kids."
"Yes, but the doctor said it would be close to impossible for me to conceive."
"So, you should be really excited at the idea of having a baby then."
"I am but I'm not sure I like the idea of having Kevin's baby."
"Oh, honey. First of all you got to go see a doctor, to make sure everything is ok and to see how far you're already along."
"Will you come with me?"
"Of course I will." She said hugging her.
They called a gynecologist and were lucky to have an appointment the next day. Garcia asked one of her friends to cover for her in the morning.
At 10 am Penelope Garcia was in the waiting room of the clinic with Elisabeth Johnson, she was getting more nervous with every minute passing.
"Penelope Garcia?" the assistant called
"Yes. That's us."
"Come in please. The doctor will be with you soon."
They got to the office about an hour later. The team hadn't called yet. About half an hour later Garcia stood up to leave.
"Where are you going?" Elisabeth asked.
"Visit Kevin, he has the right to know he's going to be a father."
That's when it hit Elisabeth, Lynch was put behind bars 14 weeks ago, which means he couldn't be the father. It had to be Derek.
"Oh… Euhm, Garcia."
"Yeah." She turned around, facing Elisabeth.
"It's not Lynch's baby."
"What do you mean? It has to be, I haven't had anyone but Lynch, or slept with anyone for that matter."
"He was already in jail. Why don't you sit back down. It's a long story."
Garcia sat back down next to Elisabeth, you could read the chock and curiosity in her eyes.
"To answer the question you're asking yourself, the father of the baby is Derek Morgan."
"Morgan, that's not possible, we flirt yes, we never slept together. Ok we did sleep in 1 bed together but not actually having sex."
"Actually you did, during the time you had amnesia." She hesitantly told her.
"What, no, he would never take advantage of me."
"He didn't take advantage of you, more the other way around. And it's partly my fault, I talked him into giving in. You were crying and saying he didn't love you anymore."
"What? I don't remember anything, I couldn't actually have slept with Morgan." She answered in shock.
"Pen, I know it comes as a chock, but you pretty much didn't leave him a choice. And believe me it wasn't that easy to talk him into doing it. Before you say he didn't want you because of any stupid reason you can think, it's not true he wanted you badly, but he didn't want to take advantage of you. He was afraid you'd regret it if you'd regain your memory." She explained.
"What do you mean he wanted it?" She asked taken aback.
"You've known me long enough to know I wouldn't lie about something like that, and definitely not about Derek."
"I know it's Morgan were talking about, but why would he want me? I mean he ca have any girl he wants, 10 on each finger. And better looking than me."
"Pen, you do know if he heard you right now. He'd be really mad."
"I know. But how am I suppose to tell him that I'm pregnant with his baby, when I barely believe it myself. He doesn't even want kids."
"Penelope, Derek loves you. Just tell him about the baby and I promise you he'll love the idea of having a baby with you, after having recovered from the chock." She smiled.
Garcia wanted to answer something put was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. It was Morgan.
"Office of supreme genius."
"Hey Baby girl, I need your magic fingers."
"Talk to me, gorgeous."
"I'm gonna send you some pics of the new victim, I need you to compare the face with the databases and see if you can get a name."
"Ok sweetness, I call you as soon as I get a name."
"Thanks, how are you feeling, doll face."
"I'm fine, stop worrying, hot stuff."
"Good, talk to you later."
She hung up and turned to her computer looking at the pictures Morgan was uploading to her. Once she had them all, she started the comparison with the Database of criminals and cops. It took the system 30 minutes to get a match. She called Morgan back telling him the name and background of the victim.
