Traded Mistakes

Chapter Five: Changes.

The team and I had just made it to the hotel after another frustrating day of no leads on this case. We had been at it for three days and I was surprised that the first thing that came to mind as I entered the room I shared with Morgan was whether or not I should call Nati or not. I knew things with us weren't exactly the best right now.

We had barely been spending time together because of my caseload. Before I left I had this feeling that she wanted to tell me something or at least she was hiding something, but I didn't want to pry to early and make her mad. I heard and even read about how women were when they were pregnant. They could be bitchy and angry for no reason at all.

But at this current moment I think she be more sadden than anything. She just doesn't seem like to the type to be angry about something like that. The problem was, I didn't know what the something was exactly. Whatever it was, we needed to talk about it.

As I was getting ready to read one of the books I had brought with me and try and take my mind off the case for now my phone started ringing on the bed. I had already changed into my pajamas and I was trying to relax a bit.

Morgan gave me a curious look as he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. I tried to look as impassive as I could as I grabbed my phone and stared at the caller ID. It was Nati calling from the house.

"Hey." I tried not to smile too much as Morgan watched me. I knew he of everyone was still looking at me weirdly lately. I was going to need to tell everyone sooner or later. That much was already clear.

"Were you sleeping? I didn't really try to figure out the time difference I just wanted to talk to you about a few things, so." She seemed anxious.

"No, I wasn't sleeping. I was about to read, but um we can talk. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. I just went to the doctor today for an ultrasound. I know you wanted to wait so we can go to the first appointment together but I needed to talk to her about some other things."

"What other things?" I tossed the book to the side so that I could give her my full undivided attention even though we weren't in the same room.

"Well...I had an addiction problem a couple years ago and I needed to know if it was possible that the baby could become an addict. I didn't really have the statstics for it. But she said it would be fine as long as I hadn't been recently been having the problem." I sighed knowing I should probably tell her about my own struggles with addiction.

That could change the odds drastically. I waited a moment before speaking. "How'd you get addicted to whatever drug it was and how long have you been clean?"

"It wasn't exactly willingly. Meredith and I were at the mall a couple years ago after studying for exams in college and we had gotten into an elevator to head downstairs so we could leave when these guys stopped the elevator and pretty much held us hostage. I made her and the other two people give me their syringes so they wouldn't get messed up. But one of the guys figured out what I was doing and made one of the guys do it. I was addicted about three years and I kept going in and out of rehab but I couldn't really stop using the liquid cocaine. Meredith pushed the last time and made sure I stayed there until I was fully healed as she said. I've been clean for almost three years now."

I didn't really know how to respond to all of that. I only knew that she wasn't trying to get addicted to anything. She was just trying to be a good person and not let anyone else go down an evil road. I knew there was something sweet about her even though I couldn't really tell at first.

I had been quiet too long I think, because within a few moments I heard her voice break through my phone. "That's what my bad dream was about before you left. My arm was really hurting when I got up and it was bothering me. I had started thinking about those three years again. So, there is my little bit of bad past. I've never done anything as bad as that. Have you?"

I sighed knowing it was best to just come clean now. Morgan had just came out of the bathroom and gave me that same look he gave me when he went in. He wanted to know who I was on the phone with. I just looked down as I began telling her about my time with Tobias Hankel. She didn't say anything the entire time, she just listened.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." She said softly after I finished describing every little detail of the time I was tortured endlessly. "I think you had it much worse than me, honestly. I would have probably gone a little insane after something like it."

"I'm still dealing with it."

"Are you still hook on Dilaudid?" I could hear the hesitancy in her voice as she asked me that.

"Not currently, no." I answered honestly. Morgan had soon decided to not try and bug me about the conversation was having and who was on the other line. I was grateful for that, it was a bit aggravating not being able to have a conversation with someone personally without it being some huge deal.

"Oh okay. That's good." She had paused for a second as if she was thinking of something to say something else. "Um, I'll send you the picture of the ultrasound when we get off the phone I dunno how you'll react to it but yeah I think you want to see it." I could hear a slight smile in her voice.

"Okay." It concerned me a tad bit not knowing what she meant by that. Was something wrong? Or was it supposed to be something good? I wouldn't really know until I saw it.

"There is something else before I let you go. I know you're probably tired and you have to work some more tomorrow." She seemed to be stalling a little bit.

"My mom wants us to come over when you come back. She called me earlier after she knew I had come back from my appointment. She's still so excited about everything. We can have lunch with her or we can stay a weekend, which ever would be best for you? I know you can get called out at any time so, just let me know what you want to do so I can let her know." I nodded my head for a moment as I thought about it.

I actually wouldn't mind spending a weekend away from the city and meeting her mother. It would happen eventually but it's something I want to do. I would need to talk to Hotch about some time off.

"I'd prefer the weekend."

"Really?" She seemed surprised. I guess I should have expected that, we haven't really gone out in awhile. Even if we did it was only for a night, not for an entire weekend.

"Yeah, it'll be nice. We need a little change as it is." I paused a moment thinking over the next sentence I said. I wasn't sure if she'd be okay with really.

"Would you like to come get me from the airport when I get back?" I knew this wasn't really something I normally would do, but I think this change might be good. Plus I could introduce her to everyone at the same time. It could be good. I wasn't sure if I should tell them about the pregnancy yet.

Baby steps would probably be best, first.

That nearly made me laugh as I thought about it. Baby steps, we were having a baby. It was just a little funny to me.

"You sure about that? I mean I don't have a problem with it but I have this feeling that you haven't told anyone about me at all."

"I'm sure. We can tell them about us then. Well a part of it." I muttered softly knowing that Morgan was probably still awake. He was going to want to talk about this when I got off the phone or in the morning.

"Okay. Just let me know when and I'll be there."

I nodded as we talked a little bit longer before we hung up. Morgan was still awake as I pulled my phone in the charger and looked over at him. He had a strange smile on his face. It was like he knew.

For all I knew he could have known all along.

I didn't say anything more though I just leaned back in the bed and shut my eyes. I wasn't really sure if I was going to sleep, I just was really worn out at this point. Keeping things from people was never my strong suit. Doing it for so long was even harder.

I just hoped they didn't react too badly when I did tell them. I don't see why they would be upset, I had finally had someone in my life. Someone I was starting to care about, in more ways than one.

They should be happy for me.

It had been a week since I last saw Spencer. Four days since we last talked, and 168 hours since he had even touched me. The last part was something that just spilled out of my head, I hadn't even really thought of it much. I was able to admit that I missed him.

It was such a quiet and lonely place at his house when he wasn't around. Hell, it was quiet when he was there but at least I had the company of him being around. I had definitely missed that.

I was waiting at the gates of the airport where their jet was supposed to land and I was more than nervous. I was dressed in something pretty casual that made me both comfortable and look presentable. A pair of flats adorned my feet and a cream colored sweater hugged me comfortably over my peach sundress. It was still fairly cool outside as I hung out in my car.

There were still fifteen minutes left until his plane landed. Fifteen minutes until I officially meet all of his friends and co-workers. My heartbeat hadn't stopped since I was directed over to this area. Spencer obviously had called ahead to let the guards know that I was allowed in. I wasn't sure what he told them but obviously I was considered someone important or else I wouldn't have been let in at all.

I was so consumed in my thoughts that I hadn't even seen the plane make it's descent. It wasn't until I heard a ton of voices did I look out my window and see a group of people making their way down steps that came out of the side of the aircraft.

I slowly opened my door as I spotted Spencer, he was talking to a taller man in a suit. He looked very business like. He had to be someone I wouldn't ever want to mess with. Maybe it was his boss.

One of the women that came out of the plane was dressed colorfully. She had saw me and nearly shrieked. All the others looked at her before looking in my direction as she pointed. Spencer actually smiled as he saw me.

It was a strange thing. Not that he didn't ever smile when he was with me. It's just he never openly did it in public. He turned to a much more bulkier man who was dark skinned and said something to him as he began walking with him.

I wasn't so sure if he had wanted the guy to be walking with him as he walked towards him. But I got out of the car anyway. I stayed by the opened door as the two men walked towards me.

"Hi. You were the lucky lady who had our boy genius up late at night talking?" I couldn't help but blush as I looked at the man who was talking to her. Obviously Spencer didn't do this often.

"I guess so." I shrugged as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Who might you me?" I had heard names before when Spencer talked about his friends but I hadn't ever seen any pictures in his home so I wouldn't know who was who.

"Derek Morgan." He stuck out a hand for me to shake. I looked at Spencer who seemed to be standing there rather awkwardly as his friend talked to me. I gave him a weird look before I slid my hand into Derek's. "Nice to meet you." I smiled as he grasped my hand.

"Should I get the others?" Derek turned to Spencer. Spencer looked at a moment before turning back to me.

"No, we'll come over in a moment." Spencer said after a moment of looking at me. I wasn't sure what he was thinking really.

Derek turned around though and walked back over to the rest of the group. Spencer looked back at them for a moment before he took one of my hands in his and we began walking towards them. "Are you sure about this, Reid?" I asked him softly as we was continued to walk.

He nodded as he squeezed my hand. I think it was just a reassuring gesture than anything. It helped a little bit to calm down a bit.

The group of people were all smiling in some way or another. It either showed through a curve in their mouths or it shone through their eyes. I think most of them were surprised that I was here for him. For Spencer.

It amused me though. This obviously didn't happen a lot.

"Guys, this is Nati. My girlfriend." I had to bite my tongue as to not seem to surprised that he had called me that. We hadn't really discussed titles or anything. I mean I hadn't really thought I was anything I was anything more than the woman who was carrying his spawn and someone who also happened to be living with him, now.

Each of them sort of gave a look of surprise as they heard that word. Girlfriend. I obviously wasn't the only who thought it was foreign word on his tongue. It even came out weird when he said it. They all seemed to get over it quickly, while I was still trying to wrap my head around it.

One at a time they each came up to me and introduced themselves to me. My favorite had to be Penelope Garcia. She just oozed happiness, and it made me feel a bit better about everything.

We didn't stay too long after meeting everyone, they had to go their separate ways and so did we. But when we got back in the car, this time Spencer in the driver's seat since he insisted on driving us somewhere besides home to eat before we settled back in for the day.

"Girlfriend?" I questioned once we were sitting down in a small pizzeria.

Spencer just stared at the menu, not saying anything for a moment. I didn't know if he was deliberately ignoring me or not but it bothered me a bit. I put my hand on one of his that was holding the menu and pushed it down. He looked at me with a smile small on his face. His face was beginning to turn a shade of pink too.

He was blushing.

I giggled a little at him as he opened and closed his mouth, for the moment speechless.

"It was the only thing that would seem right to tell them. I'm pretty sure they would have given some weird looks if I told them that we were living together but because I felt like we were obligated to because you are carrying my child."

I looked away from him for a few moments trying to look anywhere but him. He felt obligated to have me around because of our situation.

That definitely stirred something not so pleasant inside me. I felt hurt at that point.

I knew we weren't in the ideal situation, but he shouldn't feel obligated to do anything at all. I sighed as I looked at the moment and figured out what I was going to eat. The feeling passed though. I wanted to change his perspective on everything, starting with his feeling that he had to be obligated to have me around.

He didn't need to.

I gave him a small smile as we placed our order.

A lot of things were about to change. It would all start with the weekend we spent with my mother. Or at least I hoped it would.