Title: Ready Or Not
By: Daisyangel
Pairing: Morgan/Rossi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg
Summary: Originally written for mpreg big bang 2011 but never got posted there. Morgan finds out he's pregnant and he and Rossi have to prepare for the most frightening but rewarding adventure of their lives.

***

It was the third morning in a row that Derek Morgan found himself throwing up his breakfast shortly after arriving at the BAU. Sitting back on his heels after this last bout of vomiting, the agent groaned. He hated throwing up.

"Are you okay, Morgan?" Reid asked as he came up behind his friend.

"I don't know," Morgan answered in defeat.

"This is the third time this week you've thrown up. Is there a chance you could be pregnant?" the genius inquired as he handed the older man a cup of water. Morgan's eyes went wide and he began choking on the water at his friend's question. It was possible for men to get pregnant, but it was rare.

"Uh, maybe, I guess? But, Dave and I are always careful," Morgan defended. Reid gave him a skeptical look.

"Always?" the genius repeated.

"Well, maybe not always," Morgan replied, blushing. About a month ago or so, they'd come home from a really bad case and had screwed against the front door the moment they arrived home. It had been a case involving children and they needed to get the images out of their head as quickly as possible. The memory of that day made him smile.

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The moment the door closed Dave had Derek pressed up against the door and was plundering his mouth.

"Need you so fucking much!" Dave growled.

"Then take me," Derek replied.

"I'd love to," Dave said as he turned Derek so his back was facing him and his hands were against the door. Reaching around with a rough hand, Dave palmed Derek through his pants.

"Dave!" the dark-skinned man shouted. The sensations running through him were intense. Desperately needing more, Derek arched into his husband's touch.

"Tell me what you want," Dave whispered in his ear.

"You!" Derek moaned. Nodding, Dave unbuttoned and unzipped first Derek's pants then his own. Shoving them to their ankles, both men kicked them free along with their shoes. Reaching out, Dave grasped Derek's hard cock and stroked it a couple of times. Knowing exactly what the younger man needed because he needed it as well, Dave yanked down their underwear and after they hit the floor, he began quickly preparing him with the lotion he found on the entryway table. After a moment he decided Derek was prepped enough and he teased him by rubbing his cock across the younger man's entrance.

"Daaaaave!" Derek whined. Giving in, Dave slammed into the younger man with one thrust. It was a brutal pace and neither of them would last long.

"Come for me," Dave growled in Derek's ear. The dark-skinned man came with a shout spraying the door and his stomach with the warm sticky liquid. Dave came seconds later spilling himself deep inside Derek. What neither of them realized as they came down from their high was that they forgot one tiny thing, protection.

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Noticing that his friend was a million miles away, Reid called him back.

"Morgan, earth to Morgan." Morgan snapped back to reality with a jolt.

"Holy Shit! I could be pregnant. What am I going to do? Dave and I want kids, but not yet. What if he isn't ready? What if he leaves me?" the dark-skinned man asked beginning to panic. He cursed himself for the sting of tears he felt behind his eyes. Blinking rapidly, he was able to push them back, though.

"First of all, breathe," Reid coached. "Rossi will kill me if you hyperventilate and die. Come on, take a deep breath in, and now let it out. Again," Reid coaxed. He did this until he noticed Morgan's breathing becoming regular again. "Second of all, there's no reason to worry until you know you're pregnant. Why don't you go to the store
today after work and get a test. Take it, and if it turns out you're pregnant, talk to Rossi," Reid instructed.

"What if I am and he's not ready? What if he leaves me, Pretty Boy? I can't raise a baby on my own," Morgan declared.

"Rossi isn't the kind of person to leave when he's faced with responsibility, you know that. I'm sure he'll be happy about having a baby, and I know he'll be with you through everything. Sure he'll be scared, but that's normal. If for some reason he left, you wouldn't be raising the baby on your own. You have the team, remember? We'd all be here for both you and the baby. You're not alone, Morgan," Reid assured.

"Thank y," Morgan started to say, but was cut off by another round of vomiting. "Oh god," he moaned leaning back over the toilet and throwing up once more. Reid began rubbing his back and doing anything else he could think of to do to help ease his friend's discomfort. The two of them were like brothers and they would do anything for each other. Finally the vomiting stopped and Morgan sank back against Reid's solid and reassuring frame. After taking a few more sips of water and rinsing out his mouth, the older agent got to his feet with Reid's help.

"You going to be okay, now?" the genius checked.

"Yeah, I think so. How'd you get so smart about all this, anyway?" Morgan teased.

"I'm a genius after all," Reid replied.

"No, I mean about matters of the heart," Morgan clarified.

"Oh, I guess all the little things the girls have been saying are finally sticking," Reid answered shyly.

"Either way, thanks for listening."

"Anytime, Morgan, anytime." With that, the two of them headed for the bullpen and a day full of paperwork.

***

The moment the clock hit 5:00 Derek was out the door and on his way to Wal-Mart. He was glad that his lover had a meeting with Strauss. It meant that Dave wouldn't be home until late which meant it gave him time to buy the test and take it without his lover finding out. There was no reason to turn Dave's life upside-down if he wasn't pregnant, Derek reasoned. Entering the store, he scanned the signs until he saw the one for the family planning aisle. Walking towards it, he could feel himself start to panic again. He forced himself to relax. There was no sense in freaking out until he knew the results. Arriving at the aisle, the agent could feel his eyes widen. The number of tests in front of him overwhelmed him. Who knew there could be so many he mused quietly to himself. Unfortunately, it wasn't quiet enough for the lady standing next to him not to hear. She gave a chuckle at his statement.

"That's definitely true," she said with a smile.

"Oh, uh, sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud," the FBI agent admitted blushing, but glad his skin was dark enough to hide it.

"That's fine, I feel the same way. Is this your first pregnancy?" she asked.

"Yeah, and I'm terrified," Derek admitted.

"That's completely understandable; I felt the same way when I was pregnant with my first child. Now it seems like old hat with my third pregnancy."

"How far along are you?" Derek asked.

"About a month I think. That's why I'm buying the test to make sure I am before I schedule a doctor's appointment," she answered beaming.

"Congratulations," Derek told her.

"Thank you, congratulations to you as well. You have a nice evening," she said making her selection before turning and heading for the checkout.

"You to," Derek replied to her retreating form. Turning back to the numerous pregnancy tests he continued scanning the shelves for one he recognized. Finally he spotted the EPT box which was one he recognized. Grabbing one with two tests, he headed off to grab a few more groceries before going to the check out and buying his items. After placing his bags in the backseat he headed home, all the while thinking just how much two little white sticks could change his and Dave's lives forever.

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Once he was home, he put the groceries away before deciding it was now or never. Grabbing the pregnancy tests, he walked to their bathroom and prepared himself to take the tests. After reading the directions, he took the tests then set his cell phone alarm and began to wait. Who knew three minutes could be so long, he mused. Three minutes felt like three hours to the nervous man. Finally, his alarm went off, indicating it was time. Walking to the counter, he picked up first one test then the other. He stared at them, blinked, once, twice, and then read them again. The word was right their in front of him, pregnant. Derek James Morgan was pregnant. In shock he dropped the tests to the counter. He felt himself start to hyperventilate so he collapsed on to the toilet lid and placed his head between his knees while taking deep breaths. Finally he felt his breathing start to slow down. A key turning in the lock caused him to sit up straight, but he couldn't make himself move and dispose of the tests.

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Dave sighed as he entered the home he shared with his husband. He hated meetings anyway, but when said meeting involved the resident ice queen of the BAU, Erin Strauss it made them even worse. Kicking off his shoes, he stored his badge and gun before heading for their bathroom to answer nature's call. The sight he saw made him stop in his tracks in the doorway. His husband was sitting on the toilet lid and for lack of a better phrase, he looked shell shocked.

"What's the matter, babe?" Dave asked.

"I, uh, um," Derek stammered unable to get the words out. Giving up, he jerked his head in the direction of the counter, hoping Dave would get the hint. Frowning in confusion, Dave scanned the counter for whatever had put his husband in such a state. At first glance he didn't see anything. All he saw was their toothbrushes, toothpaste, paper towels, two pregnancy tests, and mouth wash. Looking at the various items again, his eyes locked on the pregnancy tests and his jaw dropped open. Reaching out with a shaking hand he picked them up and studied them. He read the results, blinked once, twice, then read them again. It made Derek feel a bit better to know that Dave's reaction was the same as his. Dave could feel the feelings overwhelming him. He felt shocked, scared, and happy, most of all, happy.

"You're pregnant? We're going to have a baby?" he whispered in awe. Derek nodded, still unable to speak. Beaming, Dave pulled his partner to his feet and crushed their mouths together while holding Derek in a tight embrace, the tests still clutched in his right hand.

"So I guess you're happy about this?" Derek checked. Dave pulled back just enough to look at the younger man.

"Happy about this? I'm ecstatic about this, babe. I've always wanted a baby but none of my ex-wives did. You're giving me something I've wanted for a long time. Thank you," he said kissing Derek eagerly before pulling back and placing a hand on his husband's flat stomach.

"Hi, there, baby. It's your daddy. Your other daddy will carry you for the next nine months or so, but I can't wait to meet you. I already love you so much and I haven't even met you," Dave breathed trying to keep his emotions in check. Watching Dave interact with their unborn child made the last of Derek's reservations melt away. They were both happy about the new addition to their family that would arrive in just a few months time.

***

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The feeling of warm lips trailing across his neck woke Derek from a sound sleep.

"MMM, morning," he mumbled arching into Dave's kisses.

"Morning, tell me last night wasn't a dream," Dave requested with a huge smile on his face.

"No, it wasn't a dream, we're going to have a baby," Derek told him. Dave smiled and allowed his hands and mouth to wander lower. Derek was enjoying the sensations his lover was bringing out in him until he felt the now familiar nausea take hold. Moving as quickly as he could he ran for the bathroom just barely making it in time. Following his husband, Dave frowned in sympathy. He didn't like it when Derek was in pain or sick even if he understood why. He'd vowed to help his husband through sickness and health and that was exactly what he was going to do he thought as he began rubbing Derek's back and whispering soothing words in his ear. He didn't like this anymore than Derek did, but it was his job to help him through it, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

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"I need to make an appointment with an OBGYN. I wonder if JJ could recommend someone?" Derek said as they drove towards Quantico.

"She probably could, but asking her means telling the team. Are you ready for that?" the Italian asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be. We put our lives on the line daily and our team needs to know what's going on with me," Derek replied.

"That's true, but unfortunately so does Strauss," Dave reminded him gently. Derek groaned and thumped his head against the car window. "Hey, don't do that," Dave protested.

"Sorry, but I really don't want to deal with her," Derek whined.

"Neither do I, but I'm sure Hotch will go to bat for us. He did when we told her we were getting married," Dave argued, remembering the conversation.

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A year ago

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"Excuse me?" Strauss demanded. She, Dave, Derek and Hotch were sitting in her office.

"We're getting married, ma'am," Derek repeated.

"That's what I thought you said. As you and Agent Rossi know, members of the same team cannot be involved with each other. One or both of you if I have my way will be transferred out of the unit," Strauss said through gritted teeth. A smile spread across her face. She'd been looking for a way to split up the team, and she'd just found the perfect reason to do so.

"Now wait just a damn minute!" Dave yelled. He could feel his temper rising.

"Actually, neither of them will be transferred, ma'am." It was Hotch who spoke up. Her smile faltered at the unit chief's words.

"What do you mean Agent Hotchner?" Strauss demanded

"I talked to the director earlier this morning and he agreed that both Agent Morgan and Agent Rossi have been able to keep their relationship out of the office and are able to work together in a professional manner. In his words, he refuses to split up the best team the FBI has and he said you are to follow his directive. Agent Rossi and Agent Morgan are coming to you only as a formality. The director's decision is final," Hotch stated firmly. The three male agents smiled as they saw the fury in the section chief's eyes.

"If you don't like the director's decision, you can take it up with him, but I can guarantee you won't win," Rossi said triumphantly.

"Fine then, since I have no choice, here's the necessary paperwork, Agent Morgan. Fill it out and return it to me as soon as possible," she demanded.

"Of course, thank you, ma'am," the dark-skinned agent said as he took the papers she was holding out to him and got to his feet to leave the office, the two other men following right behind.

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Present Day

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"Dave, you still with me?" Derek called. He could tell that Dave was lost in his memories.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just remembering when we told Strauss we were getting married and how Hotch and the director foiled her plans," Dave replied.

"Yeah, that was fun when she realized she was stuck and had to grant our request," Derek said with a smile. "Her expression is something I won't soon forget," Derek said. Dave nodded in agreement as they pulled into the parking garage for the bureau.

"Are you ready to tell the team?" he asked as they got out of the car and headed for the elevator.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Derek conceded as the door opened and they walked into the elevator.

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"Before we begin our briefing, Morgan and Rossi have an announcement," Hotch informed the team as they sat in the conference room. A small smile crossed Reid's face and he glanced at Morgan, receiving a nod, confirming his suspicions.

"What's up?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, tell us, the suspense is killing me," Garcia whined.

"Well…" Morgan began drawing it out. JJ threw a pen at him causing him to laugh.

"Tell us," she demanded.

"Okay, okay, I will. Dave and I are going to have a baby. I'm pregnant." There was a full minute of silence before all three girls started squealing and mobbing the expectant couple. Hotch and Reid just smiled.

"My hot stuff is going to be a 'baby mama," Garcia teased. Morgan groaned at the nickname his baby girl had just given him.

"Baby girl, do you have to call me that?" he whined.

"Oh, stop being such a 'Drama Mama," Hotch spoke up, smiling slightly. Everyone turned to him in shock.

"What?" he asked affronted.

"I didn't think you knew what that phrase meant," Emily explained. Hotch just nodded before offering his congratulations and starting the briefing.

"Hey JJ, I was wondering if you could recommend a good OBGYN?" Derek said later that day.

"Sure, Dr. Lucy Palmer is who I go to and she's dealt with a couple of male pregnancies so she has experience with them. Here's her number, just tell her I sent you," the media liaison said handing the expectant father a slip of paper.

"Thanks, one more thing, do you have any suggestions on how to help ease the morning sickness?" he asked with a frown.

"It's pretty bad, huh?" she questioned sweetly.

"That's putting it mildly," Morgan said with a grimace.

"Crackers and hot tea helped me when I was pregnant with Henry."

"Thanks, at this point, I'll try anything," Morgan replied. JJ gave him a soft smile before heading back to her office and the mountain of files awaiting her. Reading the number JJ had given him; Morgan picked up his phone and dialed.

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"Dr. Palmer's office, this is Heather, can you hold?" asked a frazzled voice.

"Sure," Derek answered easily. While he was waiting, he finished working on the report that was in front of him. Her voice returning made him jump.

"Thank you for holding, how can I help you?"

"My name is Derek Morgan and I need to make an appointment to see Dr. Palmer," the male agent explained

"You're aware that Dr. Palmer is an OBGYN?" Heather confirmed.

"Yes I am, my friend and colleague, Jennifer Jareau recommended me to her after I discovered I was pregnant," Derek explained.

"Okay, she has an opening for tomorrow at 8:20, will that work for you?" the receptionist checked

"That's fine, see you then," Morgan replied

"Please bring your insurance card and I'd suggest showing up a few minutes early so you can fill out the new patient information packet," She suggested.

"I will, thank you for your time and I'll see you tomorrow," Derek said hanging up and heading for Dave's office.

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"Knock, knock," Derek called knocking on the slightly open door.

"Hey, what's going on?" Dave asked standing to greet his lover. Glancing around and seeing no one, Dave gave the younger man a quick kiss.

"JJ gave me the name of her OBGYN and I scheduled an appointment."

"When is it?" Dave questioned.

"Tomorrow at 8:20. The receptionist suggested I come a bit early so I can fill out the new patient packet," Derek explained.

"Okay, let's go talk to Hotch and get the time off," Dave said standing up.

"What?" Derek asked confused.

"What's wrong?" Dave asked in concern.

"I mean, you don't have to get the time off, Dave. I'll be fine on my own." Moving in front of his lover, Dave turned his face so they were eye-to-eye.

"You don't have to do any part of this alone, you hear me? You've got me and I'm not going anywhere," the Italian swore. Nodding in reply, Derek smiled before turning and heading out of Dave's office and towards Hotch's.

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"You got a minute, Hotch?" Dave asked.

"If it means I don't have to work on paperwork, I have all the time in the world," Hotch quipped. The other two men laughed.

"JJ gave me the name of an OBGYN and I made an appointment for tomorrow at 8:20," Morgan informed his boss.

"I want to go with him, so we both need the time off," Dave added.

"Of course any time you guys need off for the baby is fine with me. If Strauss gives you trouble, send her to me," Hotch told them.

"Thanks, Hotch," Morgan said sincerely.

"Don't mention it, but Morgan?" Hotch called as the other two men were almost out his door.

"Yeah?" Morgan responded.

"You need to tell her sooner rather than later," the unit chief advised.

"I know," Morgan said with a defeated sigh. No matter how much he didn't like it, he knew the unit chief was right.

***

Derek was tapping his foot nervously as he filled out the forms the receptionist had given him. The noise was slowly driving Dave crazy. Reaching out, he placed a calming hand on his lover's knee.

"Relax, babe. Everything's fine, you know that," he soothed.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous," Derek replied.

"So am I, but I'm sure everything is fine," Dave repeated.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Derek agreed as he finished filling out the forms and took them back to the receptionist. Five minutes later they were being called into see the doctor.

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"If you'll step on to the scale for me, please," the nurse instructed. Once she'd recorded Derek's weight and height she ushered the two men into an exam room where she continued taking Derek's vital signs and asking a number of questions. Once she was finished she left the room telling them that the doctor would be in to see them shortly.

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"Hi, my name is Dr. Lucy Palmer, you must be Derek?" she checked holding out her hand.

"Yes, and this is Dave, my husband," Derek introduced, pointing to the other man.

"It's very nice to meet both of you. It says here in your chart that you're pregnant, is that correct?"

"Yes, I took two pregnancy tests and they both came back positive."

"Okay then, if you'll just lie back on the table we'll do an ultrasound to see how far along you are," the doctor instructed. Complying, Derek laid back and lifted up his shirt. The moment the gel touched his skin he shivered.

"That's cold," he cried.

"Most of my patients complain about that," Dr. Palmer said with a chuckle. "Let's see here, everything looks just fine. The baby appears to be about a month along. I'd say you're due date is June 9th," she informed them.

"But everything looks okay with Derek and the baby?" Dave confirmed.

"Yes, the nurse drew some blood and the results came back normal. Here are the sonogram pictures from today. Unless you have questions, we're done for today. Please make an appointment for next month on your way out." Both men nodded and after Derek wiped the gel off his stomach they headed out to make the appointment for the following month before heading off to the bureau. Neither of them could hardly believe this was really happening but the grainy images they held in their hands confirmed everything.

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"How far along are you?" Emily asked as they got back to the bullpen.

"About a month or so. Baby Rossi will have a June birthday," Morgan answered.

"Congratulations," Reid interjected.

"Thanks, Reid," Morgan replied. Just then he felt his breakfast trying to make a return visit. Groaning he jumped to his feet and ran for the bathroom. He would definitely be glad when this part of his pregnancy was over.

***

Derek was now three months along and happy that for the most part, the morning sickness had gone. Every now and then a certain smell or food would set it off, but other than that, it was blissfully gone. One aspect of his pregnancy that delighted him and Dave both was his increased need for sex. It was that need that found him trailing kisses down Dave's body attempting to wake him from a deep sleep. Judging by the moan he heard when his lips wrapped around his husband's cock, it was working, Derek mused.

"Fuck," Dave growled closing his eyes at the sensations.

"That's exactly what I want to do," Derek replied.

"Then by all means, don't stop," his husband encouraged.

"Never," Derek vowed. After licking up and down Dave's hard member several more times he slid up his body and covered his mouth with a brutal kiss. Once he pulled back, Morgan rolled off to his side and Dave began preparing him. It wasn't long until Morgan was writhing on the bed begging for more.

"Oh god, please Dave. I need you inside me," the younger man whimpered.

"What you want is what you'll get," Dave replied placing himself at Derek's entrance then sliding home in one thrust. Both men moaned at the feeling of Dave filling him. The older profiler took a moment to allow Derek to get used to him.

"Move!" Derek demanded. Ever-so-slowly, Dave pulled almost all the way out then slid slowly back in. He continued this for a moment until Derek grabbed his hips as he was about to gently slide back in and yanked him towards him.

"Oh fuck, yes! Right there," Derek cried out. Dave had managed to hit his prostate.

"Feels so good," Dave moaned as he picked up the pace and began thrusting harder. Reaching around them, Dave took Derek's cock into his hand. "You're so hard," Dave murmured.

"It's all for you. Oh, god, please don't stop, Dave," Derek whimpered.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to," the Italian answered as he thrust hard one more time while stroking Derek's cock with urgency. They both came at the same time. Collapsing against Morgan's back, Dave shifted so he could make sure he wasn't crushing his lover then smiled.

"That's one part of you being pregnant that I don't think I'll ever get enough of," he said with a smug smile.

"MMM, me either," Derek murmured in agreement.

"What do you say we get some dinner then watch a movie before bed?" Dave suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Derek replied. "Plus, Baby is hungry for pasta." Taking the hint for what it was, Dave got up and headed for the kitchen to make what his husband and their child were requesting.

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"So how did your meeting with Strauss go?" Emily wanted to know.

It was a few days after Derek's three month appointment and he and Dave had decided that they couldn't wait any longer to tell Strauss. Derek had a slight bump only noticeable to himself and Dave, but both men knew it wouldn't stay like that for long.

"It went better than I thought it would," Derek replied.

"Tell me about it," the brunette requested.

"Okay," Derek replied, beginning the story.

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"Why is Agent Hotchner here? I was under the impression this meeting only involved Agent's Rossi and Morgan?" Strauss questioned.

"It does, Ma'am. I'm only here for support," the unit chief told her.

"What's this meeting about?" the section chief demanded in a bored tone.

"I wanted to tell you that I'm pregnant, ma'am," Morgan said.

"You're what?" Strauss asked. Her mouth was hanging open and she was moving her jaw, but no sound came out.

"Pregnant," Morgan repeated.

"You know, going to have a baby, in a family way, with child," Dave quipped.

"I'm aware of what being pregnant means, Agent Rossi," she said stiffly. Dave just smirked and shut his mouth.

"So what is it you want from me, exactly? If you don't mind telling me, I'm very busy," she said.

"Both Derek and I are allowed maternity leave. I'm allowed two weeks and he's allowed eight weeks. All we want to do is inform you and make sure that we will both get our allotted leave without problems," Dave explained.

"As if I have a choice. You'll get the proper leave. Just fill out the paperwork," she said grudgingly.

"We will, ma'am," Derek replied.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Dave said as the three men stood up and headed for the door but were stopped by Strauss.

"Just so you know, if it were up to me, you would have been split up the moment you announced your marriage." With that parting shot, she dismissed them.

"That went better than I thought it would," Derek said with a chuckle.

"I loved her reaction when you told her you were pregnant," Dave interjected. Both Derek and Hotch nodded.

"Okay, now that's over, let's get back to work," Hotch said. The others nodded and the three of them headed back to the bullpen.

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"Wow, I'm surprised it went so well," Emily commented.

"So am I," Morgan agreed. "So am I."

"Looks like our fun is over," Reid said as JJ walked towards them.

"Conference room, guys," she called. The other agents groaned, but got up from their desks and headed for the conference room.

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"Over the last three months three men have been taken, tortured, then found alongside the highway dead in rural North Carolina," JJ began.

"Cause of death?" Rossi questioned.

"Blunt force trauma to the head," Emily replied, reading the file.

"Another man was taken this morning," Hotch told them.

"Looks like the unsub has a type. Brown hair, brown eyes, slender build," Morgan added. They continued to discuss the case for a bit longer before Hotch instructed them to meet at the air strip in 30 minutes.

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Morgan and Emily were walking back to their SUV after interviewing the first victim's family. They had almost reached the car when Derek felt a wave of dizziness come over him.

"Hey Em?" he called out.

"Yeah?" she replied turning to her partner.

"I don't feel so good," he said right before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted.

"Morgan!" she cried as he hit the ground. Dropping to her knees beside him, she began gently tapping his cheek with one hand while pulling out her phone with the other and speed dialing Hotch.

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"Hotchner," came his gruff voice.

"Hotch, it's Emily. Morgan's fainted, and I can't get him to wake up. What do I do?" She was beginning to panic even though she was trying to fight it.

"First of all, take a deep breath. Second of all, what do you mean he fainted? Tell me what happened," her boss instructed.

"We were leaving the victim's house and we were almost to the car when he said he didn't feel so good then the next thing I know, he's on the ground unconscious.

"Okay, call 911, and go with him to the hospital. I'll get Dave there as soon as I can," Hotch told her.

"Yes, sir, see you when you get there. I'll let you know which hospital they take him to," Emily said hanging up and calling 911.

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"Where is he? Is he okay?" Dave demanded, coming to a stop in front of Emily in the ER waiting room.

"Rossi, relax, he's fine. The doctor just came out and told me he's awake. Apparently he didn't eat enough today and his blood sugar was low. They gave him some juice and a couple of cookies and will release him in a few minutes," she explained. The male agent blew out a relieved breath and glanced down the hall. Smiling softly, Emily told him which room Derek was in and he headed off. The pregnant man was released half an hour later with the condition that he rested the rest of the day, something Dave would definitely make sure he did.

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"Did baby Rossi cooperate at your appointment? Do you know what you're having?" Garcia asked as she and Morgan sat in her office. Morgan had just gotten back from his four month appointment.

"No, the baby was being shy. We're hoping we'll find out next month."

"Which one do you want?" the tech wondered.

"I don't care, just as long as it's healthy," Morgan answered.

"Oh, come on, that's the standard response. Tell me what you really want?" Garcia complained.

"Okay, you win, baby girl, I'd really love a little girl. Don't get me wrong, I'd love a little boy just as much. It's just that I've always wanted a little girl," Morgan explained.

"You'll both be great dads to either a little boy or a little girl," she complimented.

"Thanks, Baby Girl," Morgan replied.

"Anytime, Hot Stuff. Are you sure you're not having twins?" she teased. Frowning when she didn't get an answer she turned from where she was looking at her computers to Morgan who was sitting in front of her a hand on his stomach. He let out a gasp of surprise and his eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh," he breathed.

"What is it? Do I need to get Rossi? Are you okay?" The tech shot questions at him in rapid succession. A giant smile graced Morgan's face.

"Calm down, Mama. I'm fine, I think I just felt the baby move for the first time," Morgan explained.

"Oh, that's wonderful," Garcia cried jumping up and rushing over to the pregnant agent. Once she reached him she hugged him tightly.

"I wish you could feel it," Derek said softly.

"All in good time, my sweetness. Now go and share this absolutely glorious news with your one and only," she urged.

"I will, see you later, Garcia," Morgan called as he ran out of the office a mile wide smile on his face.

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"What do you suppose has him so happy?" Reid asked Emily as they saw Derek run by them and up the stairs to Rossi's office.

"Maybe he got some last night?" Emily suggested.

"Emily!" Reid cried, blushing furiously.

"What?" she replied. Reid just shook his head at his friend's comment.

"I guess we'll just have to wait until he comes out," she said in defeat as she turned back to her computer to finish up the report from their last case.

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Dave looked up as his office door opened and a grinning Derek stood there.

"Hi, what's got you so happy?" Dave wondered.

"I felt it," Derek said breathlessly.

"Felt what?" Dave asked puzzled.

"I felt the baby move," Derek explained. Dave's eyes widened and he made his way over to his husband placing his hand on Derek's slight bump. He waited a moment but didn't feel anything.

"I can't feel anything," he stated.

"According to the baby books JJ let me borrow it will still be a few weeks until others can feel the baby move," the dark-skinned man recited. Dave frowned slightly but then smiled. So what if he couldn't feel their baby move yet, Derek could, and that was good enough for him. Smiling brightly, Dave moved forward and placed a gentle kiss on his husband's lips.

"I love you," he declared.

"I love you to," Derek replied. Neither of them said it much, but they both knew just exactly how deeply their love for each other ran.

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Arriving back at his desk, Derek stared in confusion at Reid and Emily who were staring at him.

"Do I have something on my face?" he asked. Instinctively, he brought his hand up to check.

"No, we're just wondering why you ran off to Rossi's office looking so happy," Emily told him.

"Oh, because I felt the baby move for the first time today."

"You felt the baby move?" Emily cried practically squealing.

"Ouch, Em, my ears," Derek whined.

"Sorry, she apologized.

"And to answer your question, yes I felt the baby move." Both agents smiled at his words before turning back to finishing their reports.

***

"We have a case," Hotch called as he headed down the stairs.

"Words I would love to never hear again," Emily grumbled as they made their way to the conference room.

"I hear you on that one, Princess," Morgan responded. Feeling his baby kicking at his bladder once again he turned to head for the bathroom.

"Where you going?" Reid wondered.

"Bathroom, tell Hotch I'll be there in a minute."

"Ah the joys of being four and a half months pregnant," Emily quipped. Derek rolled his eyes at her comment, but was also smiling.

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"Sorry about that," Morgan apologized as he settled in the seat saved for him between Garcia and Rossi.

"It's fine," Hotch said.

"Trust me I know all about the having to pee constantly," JJ assured pressing the button on the remote to bring up the pictures for their new case.

"Rural Ohio has a murder/rapist in their midst. Three women have been taken in the last month. Reba McKinley was taken three weeks ago Monday. Her body was found on the side of the highway the following Saturday. She was raped and repeatedly beaten before the unsub strangled her. Miranda Bellamie was taken last Monday and her body was found in the same condition as Reba's the following Saturday," JJ explained.

"Were they found close to each other?" Rossi questioned.

"Yes, within a few miles of each other," Hotch answered.

"Sharon Malcolm was taken on Monday," JJ concluded.

"Its Wednesday now, which means we only have a few days to find Sharon alive," Reid interjected.

"The unsub has a type," Emily commented.

"Yeah, redhead, green eyes, and slender," Morgan supplied.

"The way they're left naked and the severity of their beatings suggests extreme rage," Reid pointed out.

"Wheels up in 20," Hotch ordered.

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Derek didn't usually get motion sick, but ever since he got pregnant he'd struggled with it off and on. Today appeared to be one of the days where he was going to lose the battle. The plane had hit some rough weather and they were being jostled some. Shifting so he could stand up as he felt the nausea begin to surge up his throat, Derek caught Emily's attention as she glanced up from reading the case file.

"Morgan, are you okay?" He shook his head as he tried to gage the distance between him and the bathroom and whether he'd make it in time. He didn't think so. Frowning in concern, Emily looked at her friend's face and could instantly tell what was wrong. His face was a sickly green color. Acting on instinct after having taken care of a sick Jack several times, she grabbed the air sick bag from in front of her and held it in front of her miserable friend just in time. The moment the bag was under his chin, Derek's stomach rebelled and everything he'd eaten that day came up. Emily rubbed his back and whispered soothing words in his ear. She felt bad for how miserable her best friend was and wished there was something she could do for him. He continued to violently throw up for a moment before sinking back against the seat and letting his head fall to the side. It landed on Emily's shoulder and he tried to lift it, but she placed a hand on the back of his neck stopping him.

"Leave it, you're fine," she whispered soothingly. Nodding in embarrassment and misery, Derek complied. Hearing the commotion from the back of the plane, the others turned to see what was going on. Rossi was out of his seat and by the two younger profiler's sides as quickly as he could move despite the fact that the seatbelt sign was still on.

"What's going on here?" he questioned urgently.

"Morgan got sick. I think the turbulence got to him," Emily told him softly.

"Are you going to be okay now?" Rossi asked his husband staring at him in concern.

"I think so. I just want to get this nasty taste out of my mouth," Derek said. His voice may have had a slight whine to it, but neither of his friends could blame him.

"I think I might be able to help with that," JJ said coming towards them a cup of water in her hand and a bottle of pills in the other.

"Here's some water, and here are some pills to help ease the motion sickness," she said handing them to Morgan. Dave smiled his thanks and took the air sick bag from Emily and went to throw it away.

"Is it safe to take these with the baby?" Derek asked.

"Yes, Dr. Palmer told me so when I was pregnant with Henry. After rinsing out his mouth, Derek took the pills and settled back in his seat.

"Thanks, Jayje," he said sleepily.

"You're welcome, those will make you slightly sleepy," she warned.

"Sleep, Morgan, we'll wake you when we arrive," Hotch ordered. Nodding, Morgan let his eyes close happy to do what he was told. Before he did, though, he had one thing he had to do. Turning to Emily, he said,

"I'm sorry about that, Em," the expectant father said embarrassed

"Don't worry about it. I've gotten used to puking a lot more since I've been helping take care of Jack," his best friend promised.

"Still, sorry," Derek repeated.

"Don't worry about it, just rest," she said kissing his forehead and patting his hand gently. Nodding, Morgan let the medicine work and soon he was drifting off.

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The team was definitely feeling the pressure. It was now Friday and if they didn't find Sharon Malcolm alive by the end of the day, the chances they'd find her alive were slim to none.

"This is frustrating, we're getting nowhere," Morgan stated.

"Was Garcia able to find any connection between the victims?" Hotch asked. Reid shook his head.

"No, she searched everything she could think of, and couldn't find a connection," the genius informed the group. Just then, JJ came running in.

"I think we have something," she said breathlessly.

"What is it?" Hotch asked.

"A woman said she saw a man dragging someone who fit Sharon's description into an old abandoned house about an hour ago," the media liaison reported.

"Did she happen to give a description of the man she saw dragging her?" Rossi wondered.

"As a matter of fact, she did," the blonde informed them.

"Send it to Garcia," Hotch instructed.

"I already did. She said she'd let us know the moment she had something," JJ told them. Just then, Morgan's phone rang. Answering it, he put it on speaker.

"You're on speaker, Baby Girl. Tell me you have something," Morgan begged.

"As it happens, my crime fighting heroes, I do in fact have something. I have a name and address to be exact. Mason Cox, 1199 Wilks Lane. I'm sending the info to your phones as we speak."

"Thanks, Pen," Emily said.

"You're welcome, Garcia out."

"Okay, let's go," Hotch ordered rising to his feet the others right behind him.

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"Rossi, Reid, and I will go in through the front with these officers. Morgan, you Prentiss, and JJ go in the back. Everyone be careful," the unit chief cautioned. Nodding, everyone took their positions and waited for Hotch's signal. When it came, they stormed the house. Shouts of clear could be heard through out the house. Finally, JJ entered a room and found Sharon tied naked to the bed accept for her watch.

"I have her," she called into her radio. Walking over to the young woman, she could tell that she was shaking. Taking off her jacket, she put it around the young woman's shoulders.

"Its okay, my name's JJ and I'm with the FBI. I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" she spoke in a soothing voice, trying not to scare the frightened woman.

"Okay, can you untie me, please?" she whimpered. Nodding, JJ set about doing that. Once she was free, Sharon stood up and JJ began guiding her from the room. They were about half way to the door when two gunshots rang out. Unsure where they had come from or if there would be more, JJ shoved Sharon to the ground and covered her with her own body.

"Is everyone okay? Where did those shots come from?" Hotch yelled into his radio.

"I'm fine, I have the girl," JJ called out. Everyone else replied in the affirmative accept for Prentiss and Morgan.

"Prentiss, Morgan? Are you two okay?" came Hotch's stern voice.

"N-n-No, I shot him. He shot Morgan then shoved him down the stairs. He's at the bottom and he's unconscious. I killed the unsub," Emily reported shakily. By this point, the entire team was surrounding her at the bottom of the stairs. Dave went instantly to Derek's side and crouched down.

"Derek, please wake up. Can you hear me? Come on, you've got to wake up for me," he pleaded.

"I need medics!" Hotch shouted. Two medics ran in at his call and forced Dave to move to the side.

"Dave, let them do their job," Hotch told his long time friend. Nodding, Dave shifted so they could work on his husband.

"He's four and a half months pregnant," he heard Reid say. His stomach clenched. It wasn't just about Derek anymore. It was also about the baby. Dave didn't know what he'd do if he lost either Derek or the baby.

"The vest appears to have caught the bullet. All he'll have is a giant bruise. What has me concerned is the hit to the head he took. I want to take him to the hospital so they can do a CT scan and determine if he has a concussion," one of the medics told the anxious group of FBI agents.

"Do whatever you think is best," Dave said gruffly.

"Dave go to the hospital and keep us posted. I'll make arrangements to stay here tonight," Hotch said. Nodding, Dave followed the stretcher carrying his unconscious husband and unborn child out the door.

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They were most of the way to the hospital when Derek groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I?" he questioned in confusion.

"You're in an ambulance on the way to the hospital. You took a nasty tumble down the stairs and were shot in the shoulder," one of the medics informed the confused man. Derek's eyes widened.

"Don't worry, babe, the vest held and all you'll have is a bruise," Dave assured.

"My head hurts," Derek complained.

"That's to be expected, you took quite a nasty hit on the head when you hit the floor. I need to ask you a few questions, okay?" the medic asked. Derek nodded before wincing and gingerly touching his head. "What year is it?"

"January 2012."

"What's your name?"

"Derek Morgan."

"Who is this?" the medic asked, indicating Dave.

"David Rossi, my husband," Morgan answered. The medic smiled in approval. "Is my baby okay?" Derek asked having just remembered the life growing inside him.

"Yes, your baby appears to be fine. I'm sure the doctor will want to do an ultrasound just to make sure, though," the medic told him. Derek nodded and allowed himself to relax slightly. His baby was okay and that's what really mattered.

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An hour later, Derek was in a room for the night and given a clean bill of health accept for a slight concussion. The doctor informed the relieved expectant parents that their child was fine and hadn't been harmed in the fall. Derek didn't like staying the night, but Dave had used the baby as an argument and Derek had agreed however reluctantly to stay the night for observation.

***

"You've got quite the belly now," Dr. Palmer commented as she studied Derek at his fifth month appointment.

"Yeah, I don't fit in anything of mine anymore," he admitted.

"That's to be expected. Have you bought maternity clothes yet?" Dr. Palmer asked.

"Oh, that's putting it mildly," Dave quipped. The doctor gave him a confused look.

"A friend of ours took me shopping for maternity clothes and it wore me out. She dragged me to every store that sold maternity clothes. Then she dragged me to a couple baby stores," Morgan explained, remembering the day.

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"Thank you for asking me to go shopping with you, Hot Stuff," Garcia said happily.

"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret this by the end of the day?" Morgan teased.

"Oh hush, you. We need to get several things for you. Then we can buy a few things for the little bun in the oven," Garcia declared excitedly.

"I don't need that many things, Baby Girl," he protested.

"You'll need more than you think my chocolate god. You'll need enough close for at least two weeks. Especially considering how often you're out of town. As for the baby, it won't hurt if Auntie Pen buys him or her a few things, will it?"

"No, I guess not," Derek reluctantly admitted. Smiling brightly, Penelope took off dragging Derek along in her wake. By the time they got back to Derek and Dave's place they each were carrying numerous bags and Derek was exhausted.

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"Derek, you still with us?" Dr. Palmer called.

"Yeah, sorry, I was lost in my thoughts," he apologized.

"That's fine, I was just asking if you two wanted to know what you're having assuming the baby cooperates?" she repeated herself. The expectant parents shared a look before nodding.

"Yes, we do," Dave answered for both of them.

"Okay, lay back and lift your shirt and we'll get this show started," Dr. Palmer instructed. Doing as he was told, Derek shivered as the gel hit his rounded stomach. No matter how many times he prepared himself for the coolness, he still shivered in response.

"Does everything look okay?" he asked anxiously. So far things had gone well, but it didn't mean that couldn't change in an instant.

"Yes, Daddy, everything is fine. The baby is growing right on target and the heart beat looks good. Take a listen for yourself," she invited, pressing a couple buttons. The sound of a strong heart beat filled the room. Both men blinked back tears.

"That's our baby, Der," Dave said softly.

"I know," Derek replied. While they were talking, the doctor had moved her wand to get a better look at the baby.

"I think I can tell you what you're having if you're sure that's what you want?" she asked.

"Yes, we're sure," Derek told her.

"Okay then, in about four months, you'll be welcoming a little girl into your family," she told them with a bright smile on her face.

"A daughter," Derek breathed.

"Wow," Dave exclaimed just as in awe. The rest of the appointment flew by and before they both knew it they were leaving the office, pictures of their daughter clutched in their hands.

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"I can't believe we're having a little girl," Derek said tears in his eyes.

"Neither can I," Dave agreed.

"Should we tell the team the way we planned?" Derek wondered.

"Yeah, I think it's a good idea," Dave said as they both got into the car and buckled up. Dave started the car, but didn't move. He sat staring at his husband.

"Is everything okay?" Derek asked.

"Yeah, I just can't believe it," Dave explained. Reaching out, he placed his hand on Derek's belly where he could feel their daughter kicking.

"Hey there, little girl. I'm your Papa. You're Daddy and I love you so much. We can't wait to meet you," he said gently rubbing the spot where his daughter was kicking before turning his attention back to the car and heading out of the parking lot so they could pick up their surprise for the team then head back to the office and share their wonderful news.

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