Chpt. 18

After Hotch had fixed the soup and sandwiches for them both and had them sitting on the dining table he went to go wake her up. It was nearing 4pm, they'd either fucked or slept the early part of the afternoon away. Either way, he wasn't about to complain; it been far too long since he had any decent sleep….or decent sex for that matter, and since that had been off the charts, at least in his book….

He figured that the soup and sandwiches would be enough to hold them for a little while, then they could see if the others wanted to go out for a late dinner around about 8 o'clock.

Coming to the door of his bedroom, he smiled to himself seeing that Alecta hadn't moved from being curled upon her left side the way he had left her. She hadn't even had the usual sickness that came with being pregnant.

Kneeling next to her side of the bed, Hotch swept some of the hair away from her face, 'Lex, time to get up and eat a little something."

All he heard was a grumble from somewhere under the pile of covers. It sound a whole lot like 'drop dead…'

"Come on Lex….it's 4 o'clock. You have to eat something. The last time you ate anything…I can't even remember. It's just soup and a sandwich. I thought we could go out with the others for a late dinner."

"Uggggh. Ok, I'm up, but I'm not happy about it. Now, go, I have to get some clothes on."

Hotch leveled the hairy eyeball on her, 'Seriously, we just…."

"Hush. I have to get dressed, beat it."

"Lex?"

"That was different. Now, for real, go." She still had the sheet wrapped around her, having gotten up out of bed, dragging it with her while she made her way to the bathroom; one hand was holding the top of the sheet around her 'girls', her other hand was hiking up some of the train of the sheet to keep her from breaking her neck tripping over it. Her hair was all disheveled, curls falling in various angles.

"I've seen it all, every inch….."

Did she growl at me? Hotch had to ask himself when Alecta shot a scathing look in his direction.

"Alright, I'll go, but don't expect me to like it. But hurry up, it's going to get cold otherwise."

"I'll only be a minute or two."

Once he had seemingly left the room, Alecta walked back over to her suitcase and rummaged around for an underwear set to put on….next she pulled out a pair of track pants and a t-shirt to put on, as well as a hoodie.

She made her way to the bathroom and jumped in the shower….she needed to just wash off really quick, there was no sense in putting on clean clothes after what went down earlier without a quick shower, although she chose to skip washing her hair this time. The shower was quick, it lasted less than 10 minutes, just long enough to wash off the funk of sex so she could go get her grub on.

Hotch had never really gone far; left the room, yes…gone back to the dining room, no. He was standing just outside the door of the bedroom, out of eye shot; he didn't understand what she had to still feel so…self-conscious about. He saw her come out of the bathroom wrapped in one of his towels. She made her way to the bed where she had laid out some of her things and reached for her underwear, pulling them on without removing the towel first. Next she turned so that her back was definitely to the door, and dropped the towel…she reached for her bra, putting that on.

He saw her check her reflection in the mirror, she seemed unimpressed by the reflection staring back at her. She pulled on her track pants and the t-shirt. Looking back at the mirror, she quickly wound her hair up messily in pony tail holder. As she began to finish up and make her way to the bedroom door, Hotch was quick to make his way back to the dining room. He quickly picked up his spoon and stuck in into his bowl a couple times to make it looked used, he even took a bite or two in case she happened to notice even finite details.

She came padding into the room, rubbing her eyes with her palms as she walked. Hotch only smirked at the idea that her track pants were so long that he cuffs drug the floor and this was after consideration of the fact that they were drawstring and she had them tied on quite well; and the hoodie was quite large on her as well.

Seeing him quirk an eyebrow at her, 'It was Sky's. Now it's mine." She sat herself down in a chair, across from Hotch, 'Tomato soup and….Mrs. 'Ouisa told you?"

Hotch only grinned at her.

After lunch, Hotch got his shower and got cleaned up, and then they lounged around watching a movie.

Less than 30 minutes into the movie, Hotch looked down; Alecta had been too quiet. When he looked down, Hotch saw that she was back asleep. If she was awake at all she would have made some sort of comment about the baby throwing her off, maybe even chuckle about it a little. He knew that she was just worn out. She was closing in on 40. She had bouts of insomnia most of her life. And she was pregnant. She was so tired….and when she was awake she was at full tilt, laughing, carrying on as if everything was normal.

Hotch picked up his cell phone and called Morgan to let him know about going out to dinner later on that night; he called each of them, doing the same thing. Next he reclined back, laying his head on a pillow on the arm of the couch, taking her with him. Her head was resting on his chest, her left hand curled up around his shirt collar, her breathing was quiet…Hotch pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa and covered them both with it; they napped for the best part of 2 ½ hours before they had to get ready to go to dinner.

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At Morgan's house, he and Pen had gone to the park to play with Clooney and tossed the ball around for an hour, then they came home and got their showers and sat around watching an old black and white movie that Penelope had always liked. They left the apartment around 7:30 to make their way to the restaurant.

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Emily had gotten cleaned up and her current boyfriend had come to pick her up; handsome devil he was.

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Rachel and her man, Jeffy, had gotten the kids ready. It was easier than you would think. Oleg helped a lot. Sofie was going through a stubborn streak and wouldn't listen to anybody, except him. He was the one that she listened to when it was time to get her bath and get dressed. Oleg was the only one that she would allow to do her hair. When they left the house, Oleg was carrying Sofie, and she sat next to him in the car. It was sweet really.

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JJ and Will got Jack and Henry cleaned up and ready to go. It didn't take long, they were boys, all they needed was a little soap and water and they were done.

Walking out of the house they didn't see the car sitting back across the street or the man in it, reading his map. When they weren't looking the man lifted his camera and took a couple shots of the boys.

Henry was now in first grade, and Jack was in third. They were at such a great age. He didn't envy himself, the decision between which one he wanted most was a tough one.

He saw the family car pull away and decided to follow it.

They stopped and got out at the restaurant. He saw the other people, the team members all get out and make their way to the restaurant. He knew who they were because young Jack had explained it to him once. Jack was one of his best and brightest students, such a smart young man.

He couldn't believe that this bunch of so called profilers hadn't noticed they were being followed; he could have nearly pissed himself with glee.

He saw a young woman walking near agent Hotchner place her arm around dear Jack, leaning down and talking to him. Jack must have said something witty and funny…no doubt, she tossed her head back laughing. Suddenly, she stopped. Her posture changed. That bitch had the audacity to look directly at him. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that she looked him right dead in the eye. He could tell this little….she was going to be trouble. Oh yes, she was going to be trouble.

Well, it's not like it would be the first time he killed somebody that got in his way.

Post AN: There's chapter 18. Dude! I think that has to be one of the shortest chapters I've ever written. It more or less wrote itself, love it when that happens….my own version of a cliffy there. No magic quotes or song lyrics this time…..none came to mind, and the chapter was so short that I didn't have time to think of anything suitable. Lemme know what you think. Thanx.