Settle Down

Chapter 4: Frozen, fuck you.

Misfortune came in the form of spots in your underwear the following week. You weren't pregnant despite your best efforts. You took a personal day because of how bummed you were feeling, assuring Hotch that you could do your job from home. So you spent your morning eating terribly and reviewing the files Garcia sent you. Once you finish all your work for the day, you curl up on the couch with a pint of ice cream, bourbon and National Geographic. You're hours in when you get a knock at your door. You stumble over and open it to reveal Spencer. He looks at you concerned as you very drunkenly head back to your couch, leaving the door open indicating you were inviting him in. He closes the door behind him looking at you concerned.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Wow, is this why they say you're good at your job?" You say, rolling your eyes.

"Y/N, should you even be drinking? You might be—"

"Did you know elephants are pregnant for almost 2 years?" You say pointing at the TV. "Why am I even asking? You know everything."

"Do you wanna tell me what's got you so upset?" Spencer says, kneeling in front of your perch on the couch.

"Did you know it's very difficult for female pandas to become pregnant?" You say, you feel your eyes becoming wet but you blink back the tears. "That makes two of us." You shrug.

It clicks for Spencer in that moment. "You're not..." he asks. You shake your head.

"Spencer, I'm sorry. Maybe you should ask someone else. Maybe someone without a broken uterus."

"Y/N, there's nothing wrong with you." He says, cupping your cheek with his hand. You can't help but nuzzle back into it. "I went to the doctor with you. Just because it didn't happen this time doesn't mean it won't happen. Not everyone gets pregnant their first time trying."

"But people not trying at all end up pregnant the first time. What's wrong with me?" The tear that's been threatening the whole time finally falls down your cheek. Spencer swipes his thumb across it, looking sympathetically at you.

"We can just try again next month, Y/N. We've got time, ok?" He says, you nod.

"Thank you, Spencer." You say.

"No problem. Now come on, lay down." He says, sitting down on the end of the couch and pulling you down to lay down onto his lap. "And stop watching National Geographic if it's making you sad. We can even watch that movie with the talking toys if you want?"

"All three?"

"God, there's three?!"

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The following weeks are pretty uneventful. You guys caught murders and went to bars afterwards. You were in one bar after a particularly hard case with the team sans Spencer and Hotch when Derek asked you.

"Ok, apparently you swore my girl to secrecy but I have to know." He says to you from across the booth. "What is happening between you and Pretty Boy?"

You throw a pointed look at Garcia, who just looks at you guiltily. "I don't know what you're talking about, Morgan."

Emily chimes in at that. "Please! Before the two of you would either never talk or when you would, it'd end in an argument. Now suddenly he's calling you on cases, not interrupting you when you're presenting–"

"Maybe, he just finally got some sense." You interrupt.

"See, I would say that too." Emily says. "If he hadn't asked me where to get that korean tea you like so much."