"What do you mean?"
"After all of these years living a life of solitude, I'm not sure I know how to share my life with anyone."
"I can understand that."
"More and more, I realize that I don't think I am able to deal with the darkest, most retched crimes on the face of the planet, and come home, and carry on a normal life."
"Then don't," he responds just above a whisper.
"It isn't that simple," she counters.
"Why not, Penelope? It's sounds to me as if you're saying that for your next chapter you want to enjoy a life with a brand new life."
"The BAU needs me."
"They need someone like you. They need the best of the best, but it doesn't have to be you. Maybe Tyler could take your place."
She peels her glasses off, and chews on the earpiece for a moment. "And another thing that I have been obsessing about lately."
"Yes?"
"Have you looked into any of the product safety reviews for baby gear?"
"I have, unfortunately."
"I mean, that is if everything comes out alright to begin with. Then it's a whole slippery slope down to where on Earth am I going to put any baby gear in here? Are we going to buy two of everything? I mean what are we doing here?"
"I've been giving that some thought, but I'm not sure you're going to like what I have to say."
"About the baby gear?"
"Several years ago, when housing prices were low I bought a couple of houses."
"What?!"
"They were foreclosed on, and they were not desirable houses. They sat empty for quite a while."
"Why?"
"The one was owned by an accountant, and he was shot in the driveway."
"Oh. Was someone murdered in the other one?"
"Yes."
"Has someone been living in these houses?"
"I've used them as rentals. The house the accountant lived in has been rented by a couple for about five years now. The murder house was used as short-term rentals."
"Are you suggesting I move into a house where someone has been murdered?"
"No. I actually recently sold the murder house."
"Thank goodness for that."
"The tenants in the other house are not renewing their lease. It's over in Southbridge."
"Oh."
"Look, I'm not trying to pressure you, but you're right. We need to iron some things out before the baby actually gets here."
"If I'm in Southbridge, hypothetically, where are you going to be?"
"Wherever you want me to be."
"We never really talked about that, did we?"
He smirks, "No, Garcia, we did not. One day we're just flirting with each other mercilessly. A year ago, we're just letting things go where they will after such a build up."
"And then one evening I'm blubbering to you about how you knocked me up."
"And you're doing everything in your power to hide it from our co-workers."
"I can't much longer. It's exhausting."
"We're having a baby. There is going to be a little girl who has us wrapped around her finger, in the blink of an eye."
"I don't think this is the place to bring her home to."
"You do love this place," he points out.
"I'm sure that there are other places that I will love."
"Please find wherever that is, just know that I plan to be present."
"We should move in together," she comes to a conclusion.
"That is a horrible idea. We both have very different styles, and habits."
She nods in agreement, "I think we're going to have to figure that out."
"Do you want to go look at the rental?"
"I am keeping a very open mind during this time of upheaval in my life. I will go look at it."
"We're going to have to tell the team, you know."
"I drafted my resignation today," she adds.
He smirks, and shakes his head.
"What's so amusing over there?" Penelope questions.
"So did I."
"What?! Why?"
"I am an old dog, Penelope. I can retire. I talked to my financial advisor, and I am set. I spoke to one of my buddies who owns a private security firm, and we've talked about me doing some consulting on hazard vulnerabilities."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"To give my all to something else."
"We're going to give Emily a coronary. I cannot announce my pregnancy, and then have both of us resign. It will kill her."
"What do you suggest?"
"I also don't want her to murder the pair of us," she explains.
"Then we have to be delicate," he agrees.
"I don't think I am ready to tell everyone the whole truth."
"So, let's tell them the happy news first. You don't have to share my involvement."
"A white lie would be fine. It's certainly plausible that I could have decided to do forth, and procreate on my own."
"I'll wait about a month, and put in my resignation."
"I'll go with my gut on whether I stay, or I go."
"So, to be clear, when you make the announcement, I am going to act surprised, right?"
"Yes."