It was several weeks later, on a Monday morning in late November, when Rossi realized there was a problem. He had finished making breakfast, and noticed that Christine hadn't yet put in an appearance. Concerned, he went upstairs to her suite and cautiously knocked on the door to her bedroom.

"H-m-m-m?" the response was muffled and sounded nothing like her usual, cheerful early morning response.

Rossi pushed the door open. "Christine?" he asked. "Breakfast?"

"Oh, Okay," her eyes were unfocused as she struggled to sit up. "I'll be right down."

"Are you okay?" Rossi questioned as he approached her bed. "You're not running a fever, are you?"

"I'm fine," was the response. "Just a little tired."

Rossi put his hand on her forehead to check for a fever, and then took a closer look at the pregnant woman as she sat up. "Just a little tired?" he questioned. "Young lady, look at me!"

Slowly Christine tipped her head up to look at him. "I'm okay!" she insisted.

"No, you are not!" Rossi asserted. "You are totally exhausted! Now, I want you to tell me exactly what you did this past weekend - And, remember, I want to know everything!"

"Everything," Christine repeated. "Starting – Friday night?"

"That's right." Rossi sat down on the side of her bed and made himself at home. "Friday night."

"Well, Friday night I went to dinner at Eleanor's house. You went with me. Eleanor wanted me to meet her niece who has also had two sets of twins. Then, Saturday morning, Aaron picked me up and we went to Jack's soccer game, and then the three of us went out to lunch and a movie, then back to Aaron's for a while so I could change my clothes, and then he and I went out to dinner. He brought me home just after midnight. Sunday morning, I went over to Spencer's and he, I, and the twins went to the park and played kickball and had a picnic lunch, and then we went to the observatory, and then for a walk. We went back to his place for a pizza dinner and then I came home." Christine paused to catch her breath.

"Is that all?" Rossi questioned sarcastically.

"Dave, is something wrong?" Christine asked hesitantly.

"What is wrong is that you are six and a half months pregnant with twins and you are running around trying to keep up with everyone and their brother!" Rossi was exasperated. "You shouldn't be running around like that. No wonder you feel like shit!"

"Dave, I need to spend an equal amount of time with everyone," Christine protested. "I can't appear to be playing favorites. You know that!"

"What I do know, is that this has got to come to an end!" Rossi declared emphatically. "I am now taking charge!"

"You, young lady," he continued, "Are going to spend the day in bed. I am moving you into my suite where you will be closer to Sonia so she can keep an eye on you, plus you will have the adjoining bath as well as a flat screen TV. Your laptop, cell phone, and anything you are working on, will stay here in your rooms."

"Dave!" Christine protested. "I can't lie in bed all day!"

"Okay, just until noon, then," Rossi capitulated. "But, you are still confined to my suite, without your computer or any work, for the rest of the day. You are going to get some rest!"

When Rossi arrived at the BAU offices, the first thing he did was visit Garcia's lair.

"Penelope, Kitten," he told her. "I need your help."

"Name It!" Garcia replied cheerfully.

"You are tracking Christine's doctor's appointments, right?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," Garcia assured him. "I have a schedule worked out so the three of you rotate on accompanying her to her appointments. And, if you are out of town and I end up going instead, I rework the calendar as necessary."

"Good! I need some additions made to the calendar, and I need access to it."

Rossi's next stop was Hotch's office. "Aaron, my office, right now," he barked at the startled Team Leader. He then leaned over the banister and looked into the bullpen. "Reid!" he called out. "My office – Now!"

When he had the two puzzled agents in his office, Rossi began. "I want you both to know that, thanks to the two of you, Christine was so exhausted this morning that she couldn't get out of bed. She is currently resting in my suite where she will be spending the rest of the day. She's lucky, being pregnant with twins it could have been much worse. What were the two of you thinking? And, what do you have to say for yourselves, running her around for hours on end?" He glared at the two men.

"Christine's alright, isn't she?" Hotch worried. "She didn't say anything about being tired and seemed okay when I took her home Saturday night. We were a bit later than I had intended because I had a problem with my car's GPS."

"Did you call the doctor?" Reid asked. "I made sure she ate properly and drank plenty of liquids when she was with us on Sunday."

"Christine is okay. Sonia is keeping an eye on her," Rossi assured the two agents. "However, as of right now, there are going to be changes made."

"What do you propose?" Hotch questioned.

"Garcia is expanding the calendar she has been using to track Christine's doctors appointments," Rossi told the two men. "And, I will be using it to schedule all her 'dates' with you two. I am going to make sure everything is spaced out so she has plenty of time to rest between outings and isn't becoming exhausted. Any questions?"

"Well, she already agreed to – " Hotch began.

"Send me an e-mail and I'll check her schedule," Rossi interrupted him.