So I decided to skip the baby shower for now - as I said before, there's really only so much baby fluff that I can write before I start to lose it even more than I already have lol. So here's me trying to get back to the normal flow of murder and mayhem.

During the episode "Seven Seconds".

Spencer's P.O.V.

I was still in shock as we watched Katie's aunt get loaded into the back of a squad car. After dealing with a family like that- where the uncle was sexually abusing his niece and the aunt thought that the way to fix things was by killing her niece - my family seemed almost normal by comparison, even with our crazy lives and pasts.

Although, to be honest, now that the case was over, I was ready to go home. Hotch was the first one gone, which was a big change from how things normally went. Since the case involved children, though, I had a feeling that he was going to visit Jack.

I felt bad for Hotch, even though I knew his divorce had nothing to do with me. But it had to be hard for him, seeing his 'domestic life' ending while simultaneously watching mine beginning. And yet he still managed to be so understanding about the whole thing - giving me time off whenever Ariel had doctor's appointments so that I could be there, and ready with any advice that I might need whenever I started to get nervous about my impending fatherhood.

Once we got back to the BAU, I quickly put away the files that I had left scattered all over my desk before hurrying out the door. The rest of the team had been planning something - most likely a celebratory night out - but I just wanted to get home.

Of course, as soon as I did I knew that something was wrong.

Ariel was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. She kept it there for a minute before wiping at her eyes and looking up at me. Even if she hadn't done that I would've known she had been crying just by the redness of her eyes.

"Ariel?" I asked, worried. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, sweetie." she said, waving it off.

"Please don't try and lie to me. We both know it won't work." I responded, moving over to her. "What is it?"

She sighed, then, and handed me a tabloid that she had been hiding. Splashed across the front cover in lurid red was the headline: ARI ROSS: REHAB OR WORSE?

I quickly flipped through the magazine, looking for the article which took me under a minute to finish reading. By the time I was done, though, I knew exactly why she was upset.

According to whoever had written the article, the reason why Undiscovered Nemesis had decided to take time off from going on tours was because their lead singer was on drugs, and needed time to get clean. They had decided that Ari was the one who had to be on drugs as opposed to it being anyone else, because she "had not made a public appearance for the longest amount of time".

Before I had a chance to even think of something to say, she was up off of the couch and ranting. "This is utterly ridiculous! I wouldn't be on drugs even if I wasn't pregnant, because they're evil nasty things that ruin lives!"

"I know why you're upset, Ariel…" I began, but then she turned on me. The biggest surprise, though, was when she turned to me and I saw the tears running down her face.

"Can you?" she asked me sarcastically. "Because unless you've somehow gained the ability to read minds, I don't think you can."

The whole situation was starting to scare me, but I tried to keep calm. I had no idea why she was reacting so violently to the situation, until I realized that her pregnancy hormones must be kicking in. I had counted myself lucky so far, since there hadn't really been an event like this yet.

"Alright." I said slowly, deciding to use the same approach here that I would when dealing with a hostile UnSub. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong? I can't help if I don't know."

She glared at me for a few more seconds, and I was afraid that I had said the wrong thing, before she burst into a fresh round of tears and collapsed on the couch. I quickly moved os that I was sitting beside her, and pulled her into my arms.

We just sat there like that for a little bit, with me holding my wife as sobs wracked her body. After awhile, she managed to get herself back under control and sat up, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. "Damn hormones…" she muttered.

"Now can you tell me what had you so worked up? Because I know it wasn't just the article, you're tougher than that." I asked, and she nodded.

"I guess… I just realized how insane our lives are going to be after the baby is born. Everything is going to change, Spencer."

"Yeah." I told her, still a bit confused. "But we've known that for a while now, so why is it only sinking in now?"

"Because I'm just now realizing… what if they find out?" There must've been something in my face that betrayed how confused I felt, because she quickly elaborated. "What if the paparrazzi find out about us - about you? I don't want to be constantly under observation. Hell, if it came down to it I'd quit the band before I let the paps know about our life. I don't want to have to worry that someday, something might happen to you and it would be all over the tabloids before even I had a chance to know about it." her voice was cracking and hollow by the time she finished, and it was all that I could do to keep from just pulling her into a hug and never letting go.

"That won't happen." I said, trying to soothe her. "Yes, we had to worry about that a lot when the band first started to get popular, but it's been four years since then. If they haven't figured it out by now, I don't think that they ever will."

A/N~ That's the end of another chapter! I still don't know if the press will ever find out about Ari Ross's secret life… what do you think? Apologies for the short chapter as well, but things have been really hectic lately. Happy late Thanksgiving to all my American readers as well.

Thank you to ahowell1993, Momochan77, decadenceofmysoul, tannerose5, ripon, and gossamermouse101 for their reviews!