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"When you and Reid have kids, I made this babysitting chart."

"Um....why?"

"Because then we won't have to fight over who gets to babysit."

"Garcia, your name is first on the list. Besides, I'm not even pregnant."

She huffed and set the chart on my desk, "My fine, dimpley friend this is for when you are."

I rolled my eyes playfully and put the chart in my desk. Ever since Spencer and I announced that we were starting the moving process, everyone's been on us about kids. Even Hotch has started to say little comments to us. I wasn't ready for another kid yet but right now we aren't really trying. We're just in the mindset of if it happens, it happens.

Hotch must've suspended or got rid of Brooke and Christopher because I haven't seen them in two weeks. I was grateful they weren't around because my stress levels were higher.

Ever since I shot someone for the first time, actually killing them, I've felt kind of guilty. I knew that it was what I had to do but I still felt wrong about doing it. I know I saved quite a few people but I can't help but feel bad about it. I didn't even blink.

I finished my paperwork and leaned back in my chair. I still had to be here for a few hours so I was going to be pretty bored. Unless a case magically came up, I was going to be twirling around in my chair for hours.

"Hey little red, where's pretty boy?" Morgan asked me, spinning around in his chair.

I put my arms behind my head and propped my feet up on my desk, "A follow up appointment with his doctor. He should be back in a few minutes. Why?"

He shrugged, "It's too quiet without him."

I nodded, "I know."

"Hey guys, we got a case in Vegas. We don't have time to brief here, meet on the jet in 20." Hotch said, coming out of his office with Rossi.

On que, Spencer came back in and went right to his desk. I gave him a knowing look and he sighed. At least this case was in Vegas so maybe I could meet Spencer's mom. I've heard a lot about her and I'd love to meet her.

I grabbed my go bag and texted Lydia what was going on. Spencer and I followed Emily to the elevator and we went down to the parking garage. We got into the SUV and drove off to the airport. The ride was quiet, no one really said much. I had a feeling this case wasn't going to be a good one.

We got to the airport and climbed into the jet. I sat down next to the window and Spencer sat next to me. He put a hand on my thigh and smiled at me. I smiled back and laid my head on his shoulder until the jet took off.

He opened the case file and his whole entire face went pale. I peeked over his shoulder and my eyes widened. Three victims, all with their stomachs cut open and babies taken out. I covered my mouth and looked away.

"Well this is new." Rossi said, cringing at the photos.

"I'm gonna page in Garcia." Hotch said, turning on the computer.

He turned on the video call and she came up. She didn't look too happy to be talking about this.

"Okay crime fighters so as I was trying to find something besides the pregnancies that connects the victims, the only thing I found was that they all had the same OBGYN doctor, Dr Alice Mullins." Garcia said.

"What I wanna know is why take out the babies?" Emily questioned.

"Maybe this unsub is a woman who's wanting a baby can't have one of her own? There's a disorder called pseudocyesis in which a woman fakes a pregnancy. She may show signs of pregnancy but is never actually with child. If she needs to produce a baby to prove her pregnancy, it may drive her to kidnap one. It's rare for female offenders but it's not uncommon either." Spencer explained.

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