A year after leaving the BAU, Spencer Reid is restless and struggling to adjust to civilian life. Not finding any fulfillment or respite in it, he decides to take a position with Homeland. On assignment he meets you, a former Master Gunnery Sergeant...
Warnings: fertility issues, crying, missing your family, heckling, jackassery in jest
Summary: You enjoy a night outside the CHU with Spencer. The next morning, you are mysteriously absent from Mail Day and all it entails...
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"I got a question to ask, angel," Teddy's voice came through the receiver. "It's a big one, so you take your time answering."
"Okay," you said slowly, biting back a smile as you turned down the burner on the stove.
You were in the middle of one of your monthly, sometimes every other month, calls with Teddy. You knew he was sitting in some tent in Iraq and fiddling with his boot laces as he talked to you. You'd been on the other end of the line before, with him home cooking himself dinner alone and you out in a warzone.
"I know we've been trying to get pregnant, and it just isn't happening yet..." he said cautiously, and you sighed.
"Yeah, Ted, I know. I'm the one peeing on the sticks."
"What if you didn't have to anymore?" Teddy asked hopefully, making you pause your padding around the kitchen to stare at the tile floor as you waited for him to finish. "What if... what if I found our daughter way out here in the desert?"
You swallowed thickly before answering, "What are you talking about, Ted?"
"There's this girl. I can't give you all the details but she doesn't have anyone. She's been through a lot, I won't lie," Teddy whispered through the satellite phone. You heard some shifting as he moved around like he usually did when he was nervous. When you were scared you stood still, Teddy always moved.
"I think she's supposed to be ours, angel, I can't explain it. I just think she's supposed to be home with us."
You looked around the kitchen, too big for you to be using alone. Just outside of DC in Maryland, you lived all by yourself when Teddy was deployed, in a house with two too many bedrooms and one too many bathrooms. Places that collected dust when one of you was gone.
"Angel?" he asked when you didn't answer. "She's a great kid. Smart, too, just like you... Will you think about it?"
You huffed a laugh, "I don't need to, Teddy. If you say she's ours, then I know she is."
You could see the smirk on his face all the way from DC.
"What's her name?" you asked with a small smile.
"Alijah," Teddy said excitedly, "her name is Alijah."
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You couldn't sleep. Staring at the pop vent in your CHU, you sighed at regular intervals, grumbling to yourself and sweating like a whore in church.
You tried everything. You drew in your travel journal, wrote a little bit, read a few chapters of your book. You even tried masturbating but your head was just too busy and full. There were too many trains of thought going through your mind and they kept intersecting and running into one another.
