Ineffable - S.REID

28

・゜゜・．A WEEK LATER .・゜゜・

Clara's knuckles rapped on the white wood of his hotel door at around ten o'clock in the evening. They were in the middle of the case but had collectively decided, due to lack of leads and information, that it would be better for them all to get a good night's sleep and view the case with fresh minds in the morning. Hotch had sent them all to bed at nine with strict rules to be up and at the station in exactly twelve hours. She knocked gently, as to not wake him on the slight chance that he was sleeping.

Spencer opened the door and upon realising it was her, smiled brightly even if it did have a certain sleepiness to it. "Hey!"

"I have a situation."

His brow furrowed as he leant against the hotel room door, gaze fixed on hers, "Oh?"

She looked down to the floor, embarrassment coating her cheeks in a subtle pink as she responded, "Well basically you know that book I have been reading for the past three days? I was in bed reading it and eating ice cream and well... The two main characters finally got together and I got so excited I knocked the bowl of ice cream over onto most of my clothes...So can I borrow a sweater or something?"

He chuckled deeply, "That's adorable."

"Spence, I have no tops? I can't exactly wear my pyjamas on a case!"

He turned and walked into his hotel room, picking up the folded green jumper that lay on the top of his bag. "Why didn't you ask Emily or JJ?"

She gratefully took the jumper in her arms as he offered it to her, trying to pay no attention to the comforting scent that radiated off it. "Our styles are the most similar for work clothes," she shrugged as if it were a no-brainer.

That following morning, as she had slept in and ended up running ten minutes later than expected, he had gotten to watch her walk to the car that would take them all to the precinct. She had worn the jumper as if it were her, tucked into her usual dress pant and belt with her usual silver necklace. No one even batted an eyelid or would expect it to be someone else jumper since it looked so incredibly her. JJ even complimented it, thinking she had recently brought it. But he knew and he loved that feeling, so much so that the second that they were alone together he snuck a kiss of a thousand words.

-

Later in that day, after the lead that had solved it all, Morgan and Reid stormed into the house with their guns ready to shoot if need be. Clara followed behind, behind the two of them, without her gun but her fingertips ready to grab. Based on the cameras within the house, they knew that the lady who had been taken captive was about to give birth so they collectively decided it would be better for her to help as she had the most experience.

"Hannah, how far apart are your contractions?" Spencer asked after their first attempt of getting Tanner, the man holding her captive with a pair of scissors, to drop his weapon had not worked.

"They're constant!" she yelled out in pain and Clara only had to look at Spencer to communicate how she wanted to deal with the dire situation.

"Look man, your baby is about to be born. Now, we want to help you but you need to put that weapon down," Morgan spoke whilst this look occured, keeping Tanner somewhat distracted and therefore less likely to cause Hannah any harm.

Clara, with a complete disregard for her own safety, hurried forward and sat at Hannah's feet. She rolled up her sleeves and pulled on a pair of gloves as she caught a frightened Hannah's attention. "Hey honey look at me, i've done this before, you're in good hands I promise. I need you to breathe deeply okay?"

She, whilst panting through the pain, asked, "How many times?"

"Six and every time the mother and their child were perfectly fine and healthy even through complications," Clara responded without thought but with a reassuring smile. She nodded and gave verbal consent to the help and Clara began to assess the situation. She desperately tried to keep the panic from her voice as she continued, "I need you to start pushing okay? Deep breath and push."

"I can't," Hanna protested, her exhaustion becoming unbearable. When mixed with the fact that she currently had a blade to her throat, this exhaustion reached entirely new levels and she could see it in her eyes.

"Tanner, you need to let her go. The stress isn't for the baby. You could lose the child, your baby," Clara pressed, speaking only to the man standing behind her, trying to make it seem like it would be his decision.

"I have to watch him. I have to keep him safe."

Morgan attempted to make some sort of comment but Clara's glance back at the two of them halted it. She wanted to keep control of the situation as best as possible, an outside intervention would not help that in any way. "The cord is wrapped around its neck. I need something to cut the cord with, quickly," she spoke, forcibly making her voice sound incredibly panicked and desperate. She glanced back at the others, trying to trick Tanner into thinking that she was looking to see if they had anything on them. The two of them shook their heads and Tanner, falling for the trap, pretty much threw the scissors into her hand. Morgan grabbed his hands and dragged him out of the room and the exact time that the scissors hit the floor, she hadn't wanted to dirty her gloves with them. "Sorry honey, your baby is fine. You just need to keep pushing okay? I can see the head, deep breaths and push," she continued, this time with her usual calmness as Spencer went to hold Hannah's hand tightly.

"It hurts I can't," she protested, shaking her head.

"You've got this," Clara reassured softly, fingertips resting on the baby's head. "Put all the pressure you need into Spencer's hand, we're going to get you through this. Okay?"

-

The BAU collectively travelled to the bar that Rossi loved, which happened to be closing down, to celebrate the birth of Hannah's baby boy and the successful delivery. After Clara had answered multiple questions about how she knew all that she did about birth, unsurprisingly she had been trained undercover due to how many pregnancies there were within the gang, they all collectively made a toast and got to drinking. "I don't believe that any of the members of this team have heard you sing," Hotch said to Rossi just as the group was about to disperse into small groups.

Feedback from a microphone caught all of their attention before they could go too far and they all looked as the waitress announced, "Next up is David Rossi!"

"That was intentional," Rossi commented. Sending Hotch some rather intense daggers with his eyes.

Hotch shrugged subtly and simply responded, "Next up is David Rossi."

Rossi reluctantly climbed onto the stage and was met with the cheers of all the BAU, who collectively laughed. He raised his glass of whisky in the air and they all copied with their drinks. "To all the great memories that have happened within these walls and if you think i'm doing this without backup, you're nuts. Come on, JJ, Reid, let's go...Garcia, Davia, you too."

The second her name was mentioned, she shook her head in protestment. Reid however, who walked past at the second that head shake occured, took her hand and pulled her up anyway. By the end of it, she was incredibly glad that he had as it was an unmissable experience.