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 6
Dr. Valerie Tsai walked into the room and smiled. Agent Hotchner was fast asleep in a chair by his mate's bedside. The boy was awake and watching his lover sleep. He turned and looked at the woman, then smiled.
"Good morning." She greeted, and Reid nodded to her.
"Morning!" Morgan sang, walking into the room. Hotch jerked awake.
"Here, Aaron." Rossi said, handing Hotch a cup of coffee.
"Oh. Thanks." Hotch mumbled, yawning into his cup. Reid perked up.
"Can I have some?"
"If Dr. Tsai says it's okay." Hotch replied, firmly. Reid turned to look at her, and she leveled a firm look on him.
"Not right now." She said. "But soon." Reid pouted.
"… Can we keep her?" Morgan asked, pointing at Dr. Tsai while looking at Hotch. Hotch blinked.
"Why?" Dr. Tsai asked, smiling.
"When WE tell Reid he can't have coffee, he threatens to take hostages." Morgan exclaimed, and Dr. Tsai leveled a scolding look on her patient. Reid just snorted and crossed his arms.
"So…" Hotch said, slowly. "I was wondering. If Reid and the baby are both fine, why did he seem so critical yesterday?"
"It was all psychological, I believe." Dr. Tsai said, walking over and taking Reid's pulse. "When he hit the ground, I think his mind jumped to conclusions and overreacted. He THOUGHT he was in more pain then he really was."
"Like a false pregnancy…" Emily said, slowly. "Because he BELIEVED it, he had symptoms."
"Exactly." Dr. Tsai said, nodding. "And this concerns me." She sighed and frowned, looking at Reid. "I'm sorry, Spencer." She said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But at this moment, I have to do this." Reid blinked, and she turned and looked at Hotch. "Agent Hotchner. My orders, as his doctor, are to have him removed from active field duty, effective immediately. He needs to be at his desk until I feel he needs to leave work completely."
After a thorough tantrum that would have made many teenage girls proud, Reid had finally given in. And once he had calmed down, and another ultrasound had been run, he was released. And now the team, plus Dr. Tsai, were all on the jet home. Dr. Tsai sat away from the group, observing her patient and his co-workers as they laughed at Prentiss putting headphones on Reid's belly. It had become very obvious to her very quickly that they were much more than a team. This was a family. And she was pleased. This was exactly the kind of support system her patient needed. After speaking with Derek Morgan for a bit, she also knew that there were two other female members of the team; JJ, who had named Reid her son's Godfather, and Garcia, who Morgan had painted as being the Mother Hen of the team.
About halfway through the flight, though, Reid suddenly jumped and yelped. Everyone looked at him. He sat there, body rigid and eyes wide, face filled with fear. His hands were pressing down onto his stomach, and the headphones slipped off. Then he inhaled sharply and jerked, closing his eyes and wincing.
"Oh… Oh God… S-Something… Oh my God…" He gasped. Then everyone moved. Before Reid knew it, he was laid out across the little couch, his shirt and been shoved up and Dr. Tsai's firm hands were palpating his abdomen.
"What was it?" She demanded firmly.
"I… I don't know." Reid gasped.
"Did it hurt?"
"… N-No… Not really…. I mean… I… I don't THINK so…" Then he gasped. "There it is again! Oh God… What… What IS that?" He cried, looking terrified. He stared at his doctor. "Oh God… That's not normal! Make it stop! PLEASE!"
Dr. Tsai blinked, then smiled and sat back. "REALLY, Dr. Reid? That's IT?"
"What is it?"
"IT…" She said, grinning in amusement. "Is completely natural. Is this really the first time you've felt your baby kick?"
"… What?" Reid asked, and the team was looking amused now. "That… That's what it is?" Dr. Tsai nodded, smiling in amusement. Reid was looking… very freaked out.
"… Oh my God…" Reid gasped, then jumped and yelped. "It did it again!"
"Yeah… They do that." Emily laughed. "What was it you told JJ? 'Babies kick to strengthen muscles and explore movement'?"
"… Don't throw my own words back at me…" Reid growled.
"Oh, or how about how you shouldn't expose the baby to more than an hour of music on the headphones a day because the amniotic fluid amplifies sound waves?" Morgan offered, dangling the headphones over Reid. They could still hear the music of Tchaikovsky. Everyone laughed. Reid glared. "I heard that when you talked about babies kicking, JJ made you feel Henry and it freaked you out."
"It's CREEPY!" Reid cried.
"Reid! Really?" Morgan asked, grinning. Reid glared and decided to take a page out of JJ's book.
"Have YOU ever felt a baby kick?" He demanded, and at Morgan's shrug, he grabbed the man's hand and pressed it to his bare stomach. Morgan tensed and froze. Then, his eyes widened and he stared at his hand on the soft skin, then snapped his eyes up to meet Reid's glare.
"… Whoa…" He gasped, looking… well… freaked out. Reid gave a triumphant smirk and let go of Morgan, who snatched his hand back. Then Reid blinked in surprised when Emily laid her hand on his belly. He watched her and winced as the baby seemed to tumble about within him. She grinned.
"That is so amazing…" She breathed.
"Ah, what the hell." Rossi snorted, and laid his hand on Reid's stomach as well. "Can't be the only 'baby-kick-virgin' on the team." The man said at Reid's questioning look. Dr. Tsai laughed at that, and watched the senior profiler's eyes widen. "Okay. I'm with Reid and Morgan. That's just freaky." And the others laughed. Then, Hotch slowly knelt down.
"Reid?" He asked, and Reid looked at him. "… May I?" Reid's eyes widened and he flushed slightly.
"W-What? Of course! Aaron… you don't have to ask… it… it's yours…" The boy said, looking both flattered that Aaron had asked, and flustered that the man felt that he needed to. Hotch slowly reached out and ran his fingers through Reid's hair, then rested both hands on Reid's stomach, tenderly caressing the warm skin. Reid slowly inhaled, then closed his eyes and let it out. A moment later, he squirmed and opened his eyes, looking at Hotch. The man lifted his eyes and smiled up at his younger lover.
"I'm so proud of you, Spencer."
"… For what?" Reid snorted, folding his arms and looking away. "YOU did it." Everyone laughed.
Hotch rolled his eyes. "I'm telling Dr. Blair you said that."
"What!"
"When is your next appointment?" Dr. Tsai asked, smiling.
"This afternoon, actually." Hotch said with a smile. "We make the appointments and… just hope we'll actually be in town."
"Or that we won't." Reid mumbled.
Hotch gave him a look, hissing "I'm telling her you said THAT, too."
"Traitor." Reid snapped.
"… Do the rest of you have plans?" Dr. Tsai asked, looking around at the rest of the team.
"Nah." Morgan chuckled. "We never know WHEN we'll get home, so…"
"Good. I want you all to go with Dr. Reid to see Dr. Blair."
"WHAT?" Reid and Rossi blurted.
Dr. Blair stood as the door opened and Aaron Hotchner walked in, Reid shuffling behind him. Then came the rest of the team. The men looked wary, the women excited.
"Good afternoon." Dr. Blair greeted, smiling. "I'm Melinda Blair. Please come in and make yourselves comfortable."
And she turned her back and pretended to go through her files. This was one of her tactics when interviewing families. Turn her back, have them sit down, then turn to face them and see how they had arranged themselves. That gave her great insight into the 'Family Dynamics'.
Finally, when all movement behind her had stopped, she turned back to face them.
Hotch and Reid were side by side on the sofa facing her desk, holding hands. On Reid's other side was a blonde woman with… well… a very UNIQUE sense of style. On Hotch's other side, the man with the beard was perched on the arm of the sofa.
The second sofa was at a 90 degree angle to the first. The bald headed man was sitting there, leaning over and whispering to the eccentric blonde. A tattoo peeked out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. The last two women were side by side next to him, though there was a good amount of space between them and the man. The entire group was watching the dark skinned man and the blonde woman. She raised an eyebrow, then sent him a playful growl and dramatically clawed his arm in response to whatever he had said. The others snickered to themselves, grinning. But all of them were constantly flicking their gaze to Reid.
Dr. Blair had made her analysis.
The team had all of their focus on the expecting couple. Reid had leaned close to the blonde and muttered something to her. She grinned and seized his head, pulling it closer and kissing his cheek. He grinned back as she smoothed his hair, ruffled by her hands.
The other two women were giggling.
"Alright." Dr. Blair said, settling into her own armchair. "Dr. Tsai called me. She knows how important it is to me to be familiar with my patients' circle of support. She thought I should meet all of you. She said that from the little time she spent with you, she was easily able to glean that you are more than just co-workers. You are very much like a family unit." She noted all the smiles around the room. The dark skinned man and the eccentric woman took each other's hand. The blonde and brunette women exchanged smiles. Reid seemed to lean a little closer to Hotch. The bearded man glanced over all the others, a miniscule smile on his lips that were obscured by facial hair that needed to be trimmed. "I'd like to know a little bit about the people my patient considers to be his family. Please introduce yourselves and… just tell me a little bit about yourself and your relationship with Spencer and Aaron. Let's start with you." And she looked at the bearded man. He blinked.
"Uhg… this is too much like marriage counseling…" The man grumbled, and the others laughed. "I'm David Rossi. A retired BAU profiler who came back for lack of anything better to do with his life—"
"Love you too, Rossi." The black man snorted, grinning.
"- Author of several books about my work, and an ex-husband times three. I'm uh… I'm an old friend of Aaron's. I was one of the small group of profilers that Aaron joined when the Bureau was starting to recognize our worth. We've kept in touch over the years, and when his team's senior profiler resigned, I decided to come back. That was when I met Reid." And he glanced at the boy. "And… He's a good kid."
"What is your relationship?"
"Uh… I don't know."
"What would YOU like to call it."
"When the kid got himself a crazy stalker, the guy called me his 'Uncle Dave'." Rossi said, and the others snickered again. "But as for what I like to see myself as being to him… friend and mentor, I guess." He smiled. "Like I said. He's a good kid. I know he admires me. But I guess he should know that I admire him, too." And he turned and shot Reid a smile and a wink. The boy looked thrilled.
"… Really?"
"Really." Rossi said, smiling at the childish grin of delight on Reid's face.
"And you relationship with Aaron?"
"Friends."
"Come on, Dave." Hotch snorted. "You're very much a mentor to me, too."
"You don't need a mentor, Aaron. You're the leader of this team."
"It's always good to know I can rely on your experience."
"Nice to know. Just don't ask me for advice on women. Er... Not that you need it, I mean..." And the team laughed again.
"Alright." Dr. Blair said, smiling. The 'Uncle Dave' analogy seemed to fit very well with this David Rossi. Then she turned to the next person.
"I'm Penelope Garcia." She said with a smile and a wave. "I was recruited by the FBI when I got caught doing something VERY illegal. But they knew they couldn't stop me, so they hired me. My parents died in a car crash when I was eighteen, I have a few brothers who I'm really not in touch with, I'm dating a fellow FBI Technical Analyst, I am incredibly grateful that my team has not reported me for this, and Reid is my baby." Reid turned pink and the others all laughed.
"Hotch is my boss, who knows perfectly well that if he ever HURTS my baby I will commit mutiny, hack his financial records, destroy his credit, sell his identity to an illegal immigrant, change his legal name to 'John J. Asshole' then break into his house in the middle of the night and remove the Family Jewels with an ice cream scoop. I will then serve them to him with hot fudge and whipped cream with a cherry on top."
The room was completely silent. Everyone stared at her frighteningly deceptive smile as she beamed at a surprised Dr. Blair.
"… Actually, Penelope, I didn't know... Thank you for that." Hotch finally groaned, rubbing his forehead.
"… That's disgusting!" Reid whined, giving Garcia a look and scooting away from her. The others finally burst out laughing.
"Alrighty…" Dr. Blair giggled. "Next?"
"I'm Derek Morgan. Born and raised in Chicago. Lost my dad in a burglary when I was ten. Followed in his footsteps and became a cop, then joined the Bureau. I admire and respect Hotch. I've got his back, and I know he's got mine. But I thought he was crazy when he brought in Pretty Boy."
"Morgannn…" Reid groaned, and the others snickered as the boy let his face fall into his hand. Morgan grinned.
"I have to admit though… I was pretty intimidated by the kid's mind when I started to see it in action but… Now he's the little brother I never had." Reid smiled at that. "He's a good kid. And… I guess I've kind of taken it upon myself to, well… protect him."
"We all have." The brunette woman said, grinning.
"I don't NEED you to protect me." Reid snorted.
"We know, Spence." Said the little blonde. "But we all protect each other." Reid settled down.
"I'm Emily Prentiss." The brunette said. "My mother is a diplomat so I grew up all over the world. I joined the team right before Reid had a bit of a troubled time, and… he kind of took some of it out on me…" Reid looked down, ashamed. "But I could tell something was wrong, so I really didn't blame him for it. But… It was hard to be there for him when we hadn't known each other for long… I think he didn't feel he could trust me… But after things calmed down, he and I got really close, and… I agree with Morgan. He's the kid brother I never had. And I like to be there for him." And she grinned at him as he gave her a shy, grateful smile.
"I'm Jennifer Jareau. You can call me JJ. Everyone else does." The little blonde said. "Spence joined the BAU not quite a year after I did. I liked him right away, he was really cute and endearing… And he had a bit of a crush on me." The others snickered as Reid flushed again, smiling and rubbing the back of his neck. "He asked me out on a date and… it really didn't work out." Reid grinned. "After that we became VERY close but… more like brother and sister. When I had my son, Henry, I made Reid his Godfather. Garcia is his Godmother."
"… Has anyone told you about Gideon?" Rossi asked, suddenly. Everyone went silent. Dr. Blair blinked.
"… Um… No?"
"Well, if you want to know about the kid's family at the BAU, you can't leave him out."
The team sat around the table at The Olive Garden, enjoying their dinner.
"… I wish you guys didn't mention Gideon." Reid mumbled, suddenly.
"She needed to know." Hotch said, laying a hand on Reid's shoulder.
"Like she needed to know about the incident on the plane?" Reid grumbled, glaring at the man. And everyone laughed, thinking of Dr. Blair's contagious laughter when they told her how Reid had panicked at feeling the baby kick for the first time.
JJ had asked, "Does it still freak you out?" Reid had given her a wide eyed look and replied, "Beyond all belief!"
Reid sighed, wincing and rubbing his stomach. "It won't… Stay… STILL!" He hissed through clenched teeth.
"Welcome to pregnancy." JJ chuckled. "Why is it you never felt it until now?"
Hotch looked up. "Dr. Tsai gave a long winded explanation on the plane."
"Yeah." Reid said. "She told me that—"
"IN A NUTSHELL!" Hotch interrupted. "In terms we can ALL understand…" The others laughed when Reid drooped and flushed. "When Reid fell, the impact caused some shifting about in his abdomen. His organs moved. And his uh… uterus…" Reid winced. "Came closer to the front. It's more prominent now. He could feel the baby move before, but only vaguely. For all he knew, it was just gas." Reid rolled his eyes as the others snickered.
"Gee, thanks Hotch." Reid grumbled.
"What?"
"Can we NOT talk about gas at the dinner table?" Reid asked. "Especially when I'm the focus of the conversation?" The others laughed again. Reid pouted and turned, waving down their waitress.
"Can I get some dessert?"
"… Reid." Hotch said, raising an eyebrow. "You just ate a bowl of salad, four breadsticks, a bowl of soup, half of the appetizer, AND the entire Tour of Italy plate! Where do you have ROOM for dessert?"
"… And how the hell have you not DOUBLED your weight eating like that?" JJ demanded to know, scowling. Reid snorted and looked over the desert menu.
"I'd like the Tiramisu, and the Black Tie Mousse Cake." He blinked and glanced at his team, staring at him. "Uh… The second one to go?" He added, weakly.
"Sure." The waitress said, amused.
"Actually…" Reid called, catching her as she turned away. "Pack up a second Tiramisu and an order of the Zeppoli, too."
Everyone at the table groaned.
Hotch was roused from sleep by a groan, next to him. Then, movement. The source of pleasant heat beside him left, leaving a dreadful cold in its wake. He opened his eyes and stared through the darkness, aided by Reid's night light. The boy was sitting on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair. Then he sighed and stood, slowly shuffling around the bed and into the bathroom. Hotch sighed, listening as Reid relieved himself. A moment later, Reid emerged from the bathroom. He didn't flush the toilet. He never did at night. He hated loud noises when he was half asleep. And the flushing of a toilet was one of those noises. He always waited until morning.
Hotch waited for Reid to come back to bed. The boy sat on the edge of the bed, but then stood again, letting out a little whimper of discomfort.
"Spencer?" Hotch called, and Reid turned. "What's wrong?"
"… Nothing."
"Come back to bed." The elder mumbled, and Reid slowly walked back over and sat down on the bed again. Hotch lifted the blankets and Reid slid under, cuddling close to his elder lover. "What's wrong?" Hotch asked, then stopped. He could feel Reid's belly pressing against his own… and then he felt the movement. And then he grinned. "The baby keeping you up?" He asked, chuckling.
"… Shut up." Reid pouted. "Yes. I don't like it. I want it to stop."
"Oh… I'm sorry, baby…" Hotch cooed, grinning. He kissed Reid's forehead, running his hand up and down Reid's spine. Reid whined, squirming as the baby decided to go for another round of aquatic gymnastics. He flopped over, so that his back was pressed into Hotch's chest. Hotch smiled, pulling Reid close. "Shhhh…" He hissed into Reid's ear, laying his hand on Reid's swollen middle and began to gently rub and massage. He could feel the baby, HIS baby, slow its movements and finally fall still.
And then, Reid slowly relaxed with a sigh. Hotch smiled, nuzzling Reid and pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. Just as Hotch was starting to drift off to sleep, Reid spoke.
"I don't want to stay behind."
"… What?" Hotch asked.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with myself, Aaron."
"What do you mean?"
"When you go on cases and I have to stay behind." Reid clarified. Hotch smiled.
"I know, baby. But we can't risk you getting hurt."
"I know." Reid sighed, enjoying the firm hand rubbing the tightly stretched skin of his stomach.
"I'll call you." Hotch murmured into his lover's ear. "Every morning… every afternoon… every evening. I'll call and wake you in the morning so my voice is the first you hear. And I'll call at your bedtime, and if you want I'll talk to you until you fall asleep."
"Aaron?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby." Hotch answered, and within minutes, his lover's breathing evened out and the boy slept.
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