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Unexpectedly Expecting	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 8336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Unexpectedly Expecting
Hatochiiai a.k.a. Ahmose Inarus
Disclaimer: No own. Piss off.
SLASH WARNING (what else?)

Chapter 4

Hotch and Reid were sitting on the sofa in their pajama pants and nothing else, Reid sitting between Hotch's legs and leaning back into his chest while the elder caressed his full stomach. Hotch smiled slightly. Reid was now seven months along, and his belly was finally growing.
Dr. Tsai had confirmed that because of Reid's physique, his abdomen wound not get to be THAT big… And the baby was on the small side. Dr. Tsai and Reid had then tag teamed on a lecture for Hotch, explaining how some women NEVER have distended abdomens, and some don't even know they're pregnant until they give birth. Reid had then happily smiled and said that he was glad that the baby was small, and so his stomach wouldn't get TOO big…
Hotch smiled again. Reid had announced that he himself had been a rather small infant at birth. And that night, he had even pulled out an old photo album and showed Hotch photos of his mother when she was pregnant. And like Dr. Tsai had predicted for Reid, for a woman who was nine months along, her belly was surprisingly small. He would have guessed that she was maybe six or seven months.
Then Spencer had shown him pictures of himself when he was first born. And sure enough, Spencer had been a TINY little new born with a head of thick, dark hair. When Spencer was four months, his father had snapped the BEST picture of him. Diana Reid was holding her son up in the air, laughing. Spencer was stark naked, knees drawn up to his chubby baby belly, and was staring at the camera with large, wide eyes. And his thick brown hair was standing straight up in the air. He looked like a cartoon character who had just been startled. Hotch took one look at that photo and burst out laughing.
"You look like one of those stupid little Troll Dolls!"
"YOU ASSHOLE!" Reid had howled, closing the album and whacking Hotch in the shoulder with it.
Hotch chuckled at the memory and Reid looked up at him.
"What?" He asked.
"Hm?"
"What are you laughing about?" Reid asked. Hotch's eyes widened. Crap. Busted. He knew perfectly well that if he told Reid that he was thinking about that picture, there would be a repeat of the "YOU ASSHOLE" followed by some minor domestic violence that would make Hotch laugh even harder, which would piss Reid off even MORE. Hotch opened his mouth to try and get out of this, but a moment later, his phone rang. He leapt for it. SAFE!
"Hotchner… When? Okay. We'll be right there." And he hung up and looked at Reid. "We have to go to work. Sorry."
And half an hour later, the team was standing around the meeting room.
"We're going to Houston, Texas." JJ said. "They have eleven bodies over seven months. All men who were convicted of rape."
Four days later, and the team was gathered in the waiting room of the local hospital, awaiting news on one Jessica Clayton, rape victim turned murderer… Once she found out she was pregnant.
Everyone looked up when the doctor walked in. She sighed.
"Jessica Clayton isn't in labor." She said.
"… What?" Emily demanded. "But… the blood…"
"… She gave birth before you brought her in." The doctor said.
"WHAT?" Came the united explosion from the FBI Agents.
"I asked her where the baby was." The doctor said. "She told me that the 'abomination' had gone the way of its 'bastard father' and all the others."
"Oh my God…" JJ gasped, eyes wide in sick horror. The team stared at the doctor in shock. She glanced to the back of the room. The tall, lanky young man had gone horribly pale and fallen into a chair, pressing a hand to his stomach and looking ill. She then turned her attention back to the agents who were bombarding her with questions. But then they all stopped when the ill looking young man ran from the room.
"Reid? Reid!"
Reid ran from the hospital and down to the parking garage, leaping into one of the black SUV's and speeding out of the hospital. His heart was pounding in his chest… inside, he was a whirlwind of emotions. He was sick, furious, confused, and determined. Before he knew it, he was in front of Jessica Clayton's house. It had started to rain.
Reid leaped out of the car and ran up the front walk as lightning split the sky, followed by a wave of thunder as he burst into the house. He ran to the bathroom and stared at the blood smeared about. She had been washing out the tub when they got there. Using the bathroom as a starting point, he began to search the house up and down, so intent on his search that he didn't even feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. But within minutes, his team was there. They tried to talk to him, but all they got from him was "Help me!" And so they all began to search.
But they found nothing. So the group sat around discussing where she may have disposed of the baby.
"… She didn't kill it." Reid murmured. Everyone looked at him. "She killed those men because of the crimes they committed. Her baby is innocent. She wouldn't have killed it. She must have dumped it somewhere…"
"… The trash cans are out." Emily gasped. "They must be picking them up in the morning."
"… Start checking the cans!" Hotch ordered, and the group scattered. But Reid stood where he was, thinking. Lost in thought, he turned and wandered around Jessica Clayton's house, letting the rain soak him to the bone. He sighed, staring at her vegetable garden. Then, he looked beyond it. And at the woods. And the trail leading into it. They had spoken to the neighbors. She was living in her parents old house. They had died, and left it to her. Some of her neighbors had said that she loved to play in those woods.
Reid followed the path.
The woods were quiet… He listened to the rain falling on the leaves… the birds in the trees… a squirrel scolding him as he passed. There was a creek nearby, and he could hear that, too. Then… he heard something else. A chuckling cry… a shrill scream. And he sped up, listening carefully. THERE.
The creek ran into a wide pool, then dribbled out the other side. And beside that pool was an old tree house. Reid ran to the ladder, wooden planks nailed to the trunk, and finally his head popped up in the doorway.

"No luck?" Hotch asked, staring around at his team. They had been searching neighborhood trashcans for half an hour. They were all soaking wet.
"Nothing." Prentiss sighed.
"… Where's Reid?" Morgan asked. Everyone stopped and looked around.
"… Reid?" JJ called.
"REID!" Hotch shouted.
"… Back to Jessica's house." Rossi ordered, and the team headed back. They skidded to a stop in front of the house. Reid was sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch, sheltered from the rain. He was cradling a bundle in his arms.
"Oh my God…" JJ gasped, and the team ran to him. He looked up at them and gave them a small smile, adjusting the blanket around the bundle.
"… It seems okay." He said. "Let's take it into the hospital. Just to make sure." The team said nothing. Morgan hopped into one car, and Rossi took the driver's seat of the other. JJ took shotgun to Morgan, and Emily to Rossi. Reid and Hotch slid in behind Morgan and JJ. JJ watched them with a smile. Within seconds of pulling away from the curb, Hotch had his arm around Reid and was holding him close. Reid happily cuddled close, cradling the baby in his arms. He was smiling down at it.
"… It must be hungry." He said, and Hotch kissed Reid's temple.
"Where did you find it?" Hotch asked.
"In a tree house. In the woods. The neighbors said that Jessica used to play in those woods every day. She knew them like the back of her hand. When I was in the backyard, I saw a narrow trail. It was well used. So she still walked it."
"… Good job, Spencer." Hotch complimented with an impressed smile. "Well done." He watched silently as Reid lifted a hand and ran a finger over the newborn's round cheek, then adjusted the blankets again. Hotch looked up and JJ grinned at him, then winked and went back to watching Reid.
When they got to the hospital, the team followed Reid into the ER. And they had to literally talk him into handing the baby over to the hospital staff. After that, they all sat around and watched him pace, wringing his hands.
A nurse came in about an hour later and laid a hand on Reid's shoulder with a smile.
"A healthy baby girl." She told him, and Reid blinked before his face split into a wide smile. The nurse beckoned him to follow her, and he did. The team trailed along behind. They all ended up outside of the nursery. A nurse walked into view and smiled at Reid, then laid the baby into her little bassinet, wrapped in a pink blanket. Reid sighed and relaxed.
Now that they knew the baby would be okay, and Jessica Clayton had been discharged, they all headed to the police station. When they got there, the interrogation had been set up. The team stood outside of the room, staring in at the woman.
"How do you wanna do this, Hotch?" Morgan asked.
"Well… I think that maybe Prentiss could—"
"Reid!" Rossi called in shock when Reid threw the door open and walked into the interrogation room, closing it behind him. Everyone looked at Hotch.
"… Or Reid could do something dramatic and spontaneous without authorization." Hotch sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
Reid stared at Jessica Clayton. She stared back.
"Why did you do it?" He asked her.
"Why did I kill them?" She shot back, snorting in disdain.
"No. Why did you try to get rid of your baby?"
"… That thing is the product of violence. Its father is a rapist. Its mother is a murderer. It shouldn't be allowed to live. So it won't. You'll never find it."
"I already have." Reid said, and Jessica's eyes snapped up to his. "… She's a beautiful little girl. And she's safe and warm in the hospital, waiting for a family to adopt her."
"You can't just adopt out my baby like that!"
"You abandoned her." Reid pointed out. "Abandonment, Child Endangerment… possibly even an Attempted Murder Charge. You lost your rights to her the moment you killed her father."
"He deserved to die!"
"That's not for you to decide!" Reid snapped.
"How can you talk to me like that?" She shouted. "You have NO IDEA how I feel!"
"Try me!" Reid growled.
"I. Was. RAPED. And did you know… he had been put in jail for it before? Got out in two years. TWO! YEARS! And then he raped me. And I started wondering… do you know how many rapists are out there? Rapists who were CONVICTED and then let go? Turned loose? So that they could do it again and again and AGAIN! Where is the justice in that?"
"Jessica…" Reid sighed. "I… I know how frustrating that is…"
"No you don't."
"… I see it all the time." Reid said.
"Oh. Yeah. You see the guys YOU put away getting out. You've never been one of the victims. You have never been RAPED!" She screamed in his face, and Reid stood, eyes burning in anger.
"You should never assume ANYTHING about ANYONE!" He snarled. "It only makes you look stupid."
"You can't possibly know how I feel." She snapped, also standing.
"I know more about it then you think."
"You can't possibly know unless you've been raped." She snorted.
"I HAVE BEEN!" Reid shouted, slamming his fist down on the table. She stopped, staring at him. Then she frowned.
"… Men can't be raped."
"Oh, they definitely can be." Reid sighed, slowly sitting down. He gestured to her chair, and she slowly sat down too. Reid folded his hands on the table and leaned towards her, staring down at his hands. Then he took a deep breath, and met her gaze. "You know it's coming… but you can't stop him. He's completely overpowered you, physically. He touches you, and all you can think is 'God please… this isn't happening'… And then comes the pain. And he's… inside of you." The team listened, squirming in discomfort. "The pressure builds… in your heart and soul… your mind feels like it's collapsing… like you're on the edge of insanity. The helplessness is overwhelming… And you just want it to end. All of it. Everything." Jessica stared down at her hands, gripping her skirt.
"And when he's done… and when he's gone. You can still feel him. You can still feel his hands holding you down. You can still smell his sweat… You can still feel his breath on your face… You can feel him all over you… IN you. Even though he has left... he's still there. Filling you in a way you never wanted to be filled. Like a cancer… He's left a scar across your life that will never fade."
"… Yeah…" She breathed.
"You did this… you killed them… because you didn't feel that justice was being done." She stared at him. "And… it gave you back the control you lost."
"… Yeah…" She gasped, looking startled… she looked lost… and yet found.
"I understand why you killed them." Reid said, looking at her. "But I still don't understand why you would abandon your baby to die." She froze and turned a cold look on him. "I understand that the baby might be… a painful reminder but… only half of her is him. The other half is… you. She's YOUR child."
"As far as I am concerned, she is all his doing." Jessica snapped.
"But she is YOUR child!"
"I NEVER WANTED HER!" Jessica shouted, and this time Reid froze. "I never wanted to be a mother! I never wanted to have a baby, I never wanted to be pregnant! I never wanted any of this! All I wanted to do was to get rid of her! And forget that she ever happened!"
Hotch stared through the window. Reid had gone completely white. Slowly, he stood and left the room. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. He was covering his mouth with one hand, and the other was pressed to his stomach. The team stared at him. He was shaking, and a moment later his eyes were swimming in tears.
"Spence?" JJ asked gently, laying a hand on his arm. He recoiled violently, staring at her. Then he turned and fled.

"… The words that came out of her mouth… they were mine. Exactly." Reid breathed, and Dr. Blair frowned, watching her patient stare off into space, a haunted look on his face. He was lying across the sofa on his side, his head in Hotch's lap. The man was trying to soothe his lover, running his fingers through the boy's hair.
"What do you mean?" Dr. Blair asked.
"My first visit with you… You asked me why I didn't want to keep the baby." Reid said. "My answer, word for word, was 'I don't want to be a parent. I don't want to have a baby… I don't want to be pregnant, I don't want this. Any of it.' And that's what she said. As her reasons for… leaving her baby to die."
Hotch sighed. "When I finally got him to calm down long enough to tell me this… I called you right away."
"And I'm glad you did." Dr. Blair said, nodding. She stood and walked over, sitting down on the edge of the couch, Reid scooting to lean against the back of it to give her space. She laid a hand on his upper arm.
"Spencer…" She said in a soft, firm tone. Reid looked at her. "You are NOTHING like her. Sure, you may not want your baby, and she didn't want hers… but she left her baby to die. You not only plan to see your baby into the hands of a loving family, but you rescued her child from a terrible death and delivered her into hands that will see HER to a loving family. You are a good person with a beautiful soul and a sweet, tender heart." Hotch was smiling as he looked down at his lover, stroking his cheek.
"You do not want to keep your baby." Dr. Blair said. "That doesn't make you bad. You are giving it up to a good family, not getting rid of it. You are seeing it into a good loving home… not into oblivion. Because despite not wanting it, you still care for it. Because you are its mother. And yes, you are giving it up, but you are doing so for all the right reasons, Spencer. You are doing what is BEST. For your baby, AND for yourself. And that is what every mother SHOULD do."
"… And I'm proud of you for it, Spencer." Hotch said. Reid smiled slightly.
"… Really?"
"Really."
"Spencer… You should be proud of yourself." The woman said, taking Reid's hands in her own. "You are so SO strong. And SO brave. And you know what? Your determination is SO admirable. I'm proud of you too, Spencer. And the empathy you've displayed… your determination to rescue another child… I know you don't want to be a parent, Spencer… but you would be a wonderful one."

"Garcia NO." Reid said firmly.
"But baby, you—"
"Please. I don't want a Baby Shower. I'm NOT keeping it."
"Honey. We just want to be here for you. And support you." She said. Reid stopped mid stride and turned. Garcia almost ran right into him. She checked herself and stared up at him. She blinked. He was smiling down at her.
"Thanks, Garcia." He said in his gentle tone. "That's all I need. Is for you to just… BE THERE."
"Awww… sweetie…" Garcia cooed, then threw her arms around him. Reid grunted, then grinned and wrapped his arms around her.
"Hey!" They both turned as Morgan appeared in the hall. "You hittin' on my girl?"
"Yeah." Reid said. "The guy sleeping with another guy is hitting on your girl." Morgan quirked an eyebrow and Garcia giggled, wrapping an arm around Reid's neck and pulling him down for a big kiss on the cheek. When the trio walked into the bullpen, JJ and Emily stopped their conversation and grinned at the bright red lipstick print on Reid's cheek. Morgan was laughing at something Garcia had said, then ruffled Reid's hair. Reid grumbled and jerked away, straightening his hair.
"You know Reid…" JJ said, smiling. "I'm proud of you."
"Huh? For what?" Reid asked.
"For walkin' in here with that thing on your face and not blushing." Morgan chuckled.
"Shut up." Reid snorted, turning red. Which was what Morgan had wanted in the first place. Garcia scolded him as JJ walked over to Reid, who slowly sat down.
"For finding that baby like that." JJ clarified. "I saw the look in your eyes." Reid blinked. "Your maternal instincts woke up." Reid flushed again, looking away and wrapping his arms around his middle again. She grinned. "It's really cute, Spence." She said, reaching out and stroking his hair. He gave her a tentative smile.
"Hey…" Emily said, suddenly. "Reid… What was with the freak out you had during the interrogation?" Reid blinked, and his smile disappeared. "I mean… if it's not… too personal…"
"She left her baby to die." Reid said softly.
"Yeah…" Emily said, slowly.
"… And her reasons were the exact reasons I gave for why I'm… not keeping mine." He said, tightening his arms around himself. "Literally… she threw my own words back at me… And it… made me feel sick." Reid admitted, closing his eyes and feeling Garcia's hand join JJ's in running fingers through his hair. Slowly, he began to relax. Morgan raised an eyebrow, and shared an amused look with Emily as Reid relaxed completely with a sigh.
Hotch came down into the bull pen at that moment, and whatever he had been about to say never came out. He blinked, staring at Reid, then smiled and shook his head. He walked over to stand between Emily and Morgan's desks and watched JJ and Garcia pamper his gravid mate. He expected Reid to start purring at any moment.
"Don't you ladies have other things to do?" He asked, amused.
"Sure." Garcia said as Reid looked up at Hotch. "But nothing more important than loving on Reid." Reid ginned at that, and Hotch raised an eyebrow. "He's an expecting mother and he needs to be treated with love and care."
"Yeah, Aaron." Reid said, trying not to laugh at his lover's efforts to keep a straight face. "Love and care."
"Are you trying to tell me you don't get that at home?" Hotch asked, leveling a look on Reid. The boy was moments away from losing his battle not to laugh.
"Well…" He said, slowly. "Sometimes it takes a… feminine touch." He and Hotch stared at each other.
"… I think you're going to need to take him home and pamper him, Hotch." Rossi said as he walked by. Hotch stared after the man, looking like his brain had blown a fuse.
"… What?"
His only response was his team bursting into laughter around him.
"… Oh, very funny." He snorted, and headed back to his office. Reid scrambled to his feet and hurried after the man. The team watched through the window of the man's office as Reid caught up to him and laid a hand on the Unit Chief's shoulder. The man turned and stared at his younger lover, then smiled and pulled him close for a gentle embrace. Then he briefly laid his hand on the boy's cheek before they parted, Hotch heading for his desk and Reid returning to his own place in the bull pen.

Reid sighed, watching the needle slide into his vein. And a moment later, his blood was being drawn into a vial.
"Don't like needles, hm?" The nurse asked, smiling. She had seen the boy's face and the flinch when she poked him.
"I don't like peeing in a cup." Reid snorted. "I HATE needles." The woman laughed, removing the vial and sticking another on the other end of the needle. Reid watched his blood spray into this new vial. Once filled, she removed it and set it aside, then withdrew the needle and pressed a cotton ball to the puncture wound, which had immediately begun to bleed. Then she wrapped a blue self-adhering bandage around his elbow.
"Okay. You're all done." She told him. "You can go back to your room now."
"Thanks." Reid said, and returned to the exam room. He walked in and stopped. Dr. Tsai was already in there, and speaking with Hotch. They stopped as soon as he entered. He blinked.
"… talking about me, I see."
"Of course." Dr. Tsai said with a smile. "Lord, look at you. Let me see your stomach!" Reid flushed and lifted his shirt. Her smile widened. "Awwww… And I just saw your weight. I'm pleased with the weight gain you've managed, but I was hoping for a bit more."
"Aw, man!" Reid whined, and Hotch grinned.
"Alright Dr. Reid." Dr. Tsai said, eyes sparkling in amusement. "I'll be back in a moment." She said, handing him the dreaded paper gown. Reid sighed and took it, stripping down and then making himself comfortable on the exam table. She returned a moment later and began, as usual, with a full abdominal palpation, followed by the internal exam, aka two fingers up the butt. Hotch enjoyed watching that, simply because of how Reid's face turned pink and was taken over by the most uncomfortable look that was incredibly adorable and endearing. Then she listened to his heart and lungs, and then pressed her stethoscope to his stomach, listening to the baby. Then she checked for any signs of lactating (Reid still whined every time she mentioned the possibility) and then prepared him for an ultrasound. She always checked everything. She checked all of his internal organs, monitoring where they were moving to as they made room for the developing fetus.
And then, as always, she finished by focusing in on the baby.
Reid, as always, looked upon the image nervously, but not as badly as he had in the past.
As always, Dr. Tsai asked the question. "… Are you ready to know the gender?"
And as always, Reid would stare at her, then avert his eyes and stare at the floor, sigh, and shake his head.
And as always, Hotch would hold his hand and stroke his hair as sh cleaned the gel off of his taught belly, and she would say "That's okay, Dr. Reid. Maybe next time."
And as always, after the couple had left, she would call Dr. Blair and say "No, Mel… not this time."
And as always, Hotch would drive Reid home, letting the boy sit and brood in silence on the way. They would shower, and then, as always, they would settle down on the sofa and talk and cuddle… Reid had gotten VERY cuddly lately…
And then they would go to bed.
And then, as always, Reid would wiggle closer, then sigh and whisper, "I'm sorry…"
And as always, Hotch would answer. "Shhh… It's okay, baby… you have nothing to be sorry for. Maybe next time, hm?"
And as always, Reid would answer. "Yeah… maybe next time."
And as always, once the lights went out, the same car would pull away from the curb on the other side of the street and disappear into the night…
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