Title: Reasonble Purchases
By: LoraLee2
Pairing: mild JJ/Will
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers, I do not own any CM characters, I'm just borrowing them and will return them in the same condition as I found them.
Note: I've had this sitting on the back burner for a while, but today July 29, 2008, is NASA's 50th birthday, what better time could there be?
Summary: "All the regulations state is that agents are allowed to transport reasonable purchases on return flights."

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"JJ, you couldn't wait till we got back to D.C. to get this stuff?"

Morgan and Rossi were pushing the large carton, while Will pulled from above. Reid, after stepping on Morgan's foot (the second time) had been banished to a safe fifteen feet away from the bottom of the plane's retracting stairs, while Hotch, recovering from his injuries, but still not up to snuff, was already safely ensconced aboard the plane.

"Oh, come on, Sweet Stuff, you know New York has the best stores." Garcia stood a few feet in front of Reid, holding three suit jackets, which had been shed after the first carton had been carried up the stairs.

Morgan would have sworn he heard a chuckle from Rossi at his mumbled response, which he'd never let his Baby Girl actually hear.

"Come on, Morgan, if you'd quit yapping and push, we'd be on the plane already."

Prentiss wasn't guarded by his protective instincts, "Yeah, let's see you haul a couple of these boxes around."

"Sure. Once you three get out of the way, I'll bring the lamps up."

If he'd had a hand free he would have responded in sign language, but as this was the largest (and heaviest) of the boxes, he didn't dare.

Morgan didn't know it, but that was a good thing. JJ stood quietly next to Garcia with her arms folded over her abdomen in what seemed to be their new home. She had hoped that being a tough, no-nonsense FBI agent would save her from the mood swings she had seen plague her aunts and cousins:

She had managed not to burst into tears when Will had shown up in New York and announced that he'd asked her to marry him (the big sneak).

She had misted a little when she opened the package containing his badge and unspoken offer/statement of intention? to quit his job to be with her and the baby (God, the guy must really love her to put up with her stubbornness and insecurities).

She'd shed a few tears when she'd returned to her hotel room (which Hotch was turning a blind eye to the fact that she was sharing with Will, strictly against regulations) and was met by dozens of photos of baby furniture displayed on a laptop he had borrowed from Garcia. He must have spent hours shopping while she was working. He'd taken pictures of everything he'd liked, and from the looks on his face, several things he didn't. Disney characters, little Noah's Ark animals, circus motifs, teddy bears, angels, sports. When she'd seen this set she'd fallen in love instantly.

But if Morgan made one more complaint about getting her baby's dresser onto the plane, she just might lose it altogether, sit on the tarmac and bawl her eyes out. Maybe she should have been a little more forthcoming when she'd said she needed to pick up a few things on the way to the airport. But really it was only a few things. Just the crib, the changing table and the dresser. And of course, she'd needed the matching rocker/glider and ottoman, it was a set. Then it had just seemed wrong not to get the lamp tables to go next to the chair and the crib, she'd need them anyway. And the two lamps weren't big or heavy.

Will looked over at JJ, Cajuns tended to have large families, so he'd been around more than his fair share of pregnant women, and he recognized the look on JJ's face, "Morgan," he mumbled just loud enough to be heard at the other end of the box he was lifting, "you know I like ya an' all, but if you make JJ cry, I'm gonna be obligated to do somethin' about it. We don't either of us want that. So, why don't you stop yappin' and push?"

"You know, LaMontagne, this is all your fault. First you get JJ pregnant, then you go shopping for her. And now, I'm the bad guy."

"Morgan, I am an uncle six times over, and speaking from experience, you do not want to get on the wrong side of JJ's hormones. You have to work with her until she goes on maternity leave, when it's your turn to pick up lunch and she wants a salmon burrito you will talk the deli into fixing her a salmon burrito." Rossi hissed his words as he shoved the box even harder, the extra impetus, being enough to get the box onto the plane.

"When she shows you the sonogram pictures, you will look at the little black and white lima bean and exclaim about how cute it is, and that you can see the little fingers and toes, then you'll ask if the doctor said whether it was a boy or girl. And when she hears a noise in the middle of the night and calls you because Will isn't there, you will go, you will check all the closets and under the bed and in the backyard.

"And under no circumstances are you to criticize any request or decision she makes for the next nine months."

"Six, she said she's already three months along."

"No, Morgan, nine - postpartum depression."

"Shit. I really am going to have to kill you, LaMontagne."

Rossi guided the dresser to the left side of the plane over the wings, where its weight would be balanced out against the other items on the right side. "Not until after JJ's hormones stabilize. Trust me, it wouldn't be worth it to do it now."

Morgan looked to the door of the plane and nodded, remembering the hourly phone calls Hotch had received while Haley was pregnant. "Don't mess with the pregnant lady, got it."

Rossi went up front to talk to the pilots and have them come back to check the weight distribution of JJ's purchases before take-off. Luckily Tom and Jake were flying this time around, they were much better natured than Mike and Eddy.

Tom and Jake came back and were just finishing tightening a length of cargo strapping down over the crib when Emily and Garcia entered the passenger cabin each carrying a boxed lamp, JJ following, and Reid bringing up the rear carrying their jackets. Jake stood up and dusted off his hands, "That should do it. It's a good thing you called ahead about loading some extra fuel, but I have to say I'm kinda surprised, none of you has ever brought half this much stuff back with you before. Not to mention the extra passenger."

Rossi heard JJ sniffle and spun around, panicked. He'd already labeled Will a consultant on the case in order to let him fly back with the team, but hadn't had time to figure out how to justify the extra weight of the baby furniture.

"Actually," Reid, ever ready with random information, spouted, "All the regulations state is that agents are allowed to transport reasonable purchases on return flights."

"I'm pregnant," JJ sniffed again, "Baby furniture is a reasonable purchase."

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