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First Child

As neither Derek or Spencer were too keen on having a large, over the top wedding - much to Garcia's dismay - they ended up having a small ceremony a few months later. It was small, simple, and held in the same location of their first date, where Derek proposed. Things were going fine for a while after that. Cases came and went, things were normal for a while.

Then, suddenly, they weren't.

It had started a little while after the wedding. Emily started acting a bit strange, but she kept insisting everything was fine. Spencer started getting unexplained headaches. He tried to hide them from Derek at first, but the two of them knew each other too well. They went to doctors, none of them able to explain why he was having this headaches. They knew for sure that they weren't psychosomatic. Spencer would know the signs and he hadn't been displaying of schizophrenia. So they did what they could to keep the headaches at bay.

Then things really went downhill. Boston, Emily and Ian Doyle. A tornado that passed through the BAU before they could blink. And she was gone. The months following were strange, and could even be considered awkward with the team. JJ had returned from the Department of Defense as a profiler, Seaver had
transferred to another team, and Hotch had been sent out to the middle east to lead a special force tactic team.

In that time, Derek and Spencer made sure to make every moment they had together count. Whether that be teaming up as much as they could when they traveled for a case, working in either Derek's office or the bullpen when they had paperwork. At home, they took every moment they could. Exploring one another's body to make sure they knew every little curve, every scar. Sometimes they'd be safe, sometimes they wouldn't. It was the feeling
of disappearing as one another and feeling themselves become one.

Everything sort of stayed on that line for a small while before things became weird again. Normal wasn't something someone could call the BAU. Spencer's headaches started taking a back road to other things. He started feeling tired earlier than usual and he was sick. Every morning he'd get up, finding himself kneeling in the bathroom and emptying his stomach. He'd feel fine afterwards and insist on being fine to go to work, no matter what Derek said.

Derek, Spencer knew, hadn't let the Doyle case go. He wouldn't until he could avenge Emily. Spencer helped where he could, Garcia helping as well. They had found Declan. Then they found Doyle. After attaining Doyle, they lost Declan to a woman Chloe Donaghy.

Then Emily came back.

The initial shock to the fact that she wasn't indeed dead but there, alive, was ignored until they found Declan. With Doyle's help, they did. They saved him. Doyle was killed, as was Donaghy and her partner, Lachlan McDermott.

The case ended, the team was suspended and everything finally hit them. Emily was alive, not dead. Emily had been alive this entire time and both Hotch and JJ knew this. Logically the team knew why it had been done, why it was crucial that only a few people knew. Emotionally, they were hurt. Derek didn't show it as much at the office as he did at home, and Spencer couldn't help how he acted.

When they had gotten home after the committee meeting, after Strauss had told them that their suspension had been lifted, Spencer broke down. Derek knew it was coming, and all he could do was sit there on the couch, holding Spencer as close as he could. Returning to work had been stressful. Spencer was still getting nauseous in the morning, which lead to him switching to tea to hopefully calm his stomach, and there would be times in themiddle of paperwork when he ran to the bathroom, unable to keep anything down.

It didn't help that he was starting to feel claustrophobic in the bullpen. He still had yet to come to terms with JJ lying to him and the fact that Emily was back. He did his best to ignore them, but both of them being right there in the bullpen with him was stressing him out. His headaches became more intense, and he had to bite back any rude remark he wanted to make because he, for some reason, couldn't control his anger.