A/N: I'm on season six, just finished episode four. I accidentally skipped episode two, so I'm watching it while I'm writing. I just found out JJ was offered a position a position at the pentagon.
Strauss just insinuated that JJ was forced to go to the Pentagon, but we're going to ignore that since she's already in the story. I know JJ has a second son named Michael, so she's gotta come back at some point.
If anyone wants to rant with me about how much we hate Strauss in the comments, I will be happy to rant with you.
I got focused on the show, so I finished episode two before I even finished the first paragraph. I am now watching episode nine. I am continually watching as I'm writing. I'll try to remember to completely update what episode I finished off on at the very end. If I finish this before I go to bed then it'll be episode 10 of season six.
Y/n's POV
four weeks. Spencer has been silent for four weeks. He won't speak to his doctors, fellow patients, our friends, not even his mom. I had been writing to her for him. I had explained everything, just in case Spencer hadn't been honest with her. Diane was really excited to be a grandma to three little ones. I was getting close to needing to swap to maternity jeans. twelve weeks and heading into day five, and I was already out growing my clothes. My high risk OB had given permission for me to work cases as long as I didn't fly, go to suspects houses, or chase down unsubs; so here I was, riding with Derek and JJ on the way to St. Louis, Missouri to find a serial killer. Penelope had us all on a call so we could all brief together. Women in their early twenties were being abducted on Fridays in broad daylight, and then found on Saturday morning completely mutilated laying on the bank of the river of the Mississippi River, near the Gateway Arch. Each of the victims was missing a piece of their body, whether it be internal or external. Aside from their age range, the only characteristic these women shared was the fact they were roughly 5'10". Our unsub was crossing racial and socio-economic bounds. The women were all taken in different places. The first victim was taken from a coffee shop she frequented near her apartment, the second victim was taken from the arch, the third victim was taken from the local Walmart, the fourth victim was taken from her home, the fifth victim was taken from her pharmacy, the sixth victim was taken from the same coffee shop as the first victim, and then I unmute my end. "Guys, it might be too early to say there's a pattern here in abductions, but there's definitely a pattern in the way the unsub takes body parts and chooses victims. All of the women who have external pieces missing all have the same skin tone, but the women who are missing internal pieces are all over the place. He chose a pattern of external, external, internal, internal, external, external, internal. I'm not sure of the significance there, but I can say that we will more than likely have another victim being taken before you land. The women are being taken before noon on Friday, and if I had to guess, it's more than likely going to be from the Gateway Arch, and tomorrow morning she's going to be missing an organ." Hotch doesn't seem to react before he asks if I'm certain, "The seventh victim was taken from the same coffee shop as the first. Based on how he repeated the missing body part pattern I wouldn't be surprised if he repeated his abduction ground pattern as well." Before there's a chance for there to be a silence to fill our GPS tells us to take the next exit to change interstates. "Good work, Agent L/n, can you start working on a geographical profile for us for when you arrive in a few days?" Hotch requested, and while I was groaning internally at the three day road trip, I was excited to be back to work. "I'm on it," I smile at the camera, and Hotch nods before signing off. I lean back, placing a hand over my bump. "JJ, when did you feel Henry move for the first time?" I ask her, both dreading and impatiently anticipating that first flutter, er, flutters. "Uh, around week nineteen, I think," JJ hesitates at first as she struggles to think back. I nod, looking down at my stomach. I still had a long way to go. "Have you heard back from your doctor about the genetic blood tests?" Derek asks, and I nod. "Yeah, she said everything was normal. She said if I'm interested in the blood work that tells me if I'm having all girls or not then I'm more than welcome to find it in my email box," I sigh, knowing where this is going. Uncle Derek is more than excited to know if he's throwing tea parties or balls. I was still hesitant to find out. Part of me wanted to wait on Spencer, and part of me didn't want to find out at all. "And?" Derek egged me on. I shrug, "I don't think I'm going to open it. Even if I do, and it says there's XY chromosomes, you still have to wait until the twenty week anatomy scan to find out just how many there are." Derek sighs playfully, "You're killin' me. What's the point of advancing technology if we can't use it?" I smile, shaking my head. I unlock my phone, opening up my email. I foreword the gender email to Derek, and then shut it back off. "There, I sent it to you. If Spencer gets his head out of his ass I will open it then. Otherwise, I don't want to know until my anatomy scan," I point between the man at the wheel and then back at JJ. They both chuckle before agreeing to my terms. I turn to look out the windshield, crossing my arms and huffing, "I have to pee again."
I turn off my light and lay my phone down, making sure the trash can is in a sufficient place before I lay down for the night. While my nausea was a twenty four hour thing, it was the worst at night. I still couldn't decide if that was a blessing or a curse. My phone buzzes, so I pick it up. Spencer had been allowed to keep his phone, but it had to have a clear case they provided, and it was heavily monitored by Penelope. She hated having to go through it so often, but she knew it was for Spencer's own good. Every time my phone went off I hoped it was Spencer, but it was never him. However, it was Penelope updating me on him.
Penelope G:
He still isn't speaking to me, but he did finally talk to the therapist today. He told her to fuck off, and that he already knew all about how therapy works. I mean, he spoke to someone? That's progress right? Oh, and the marks on his arms aren't scarring either, and his meds that help with addiction are slowly being weaned off. So, he's feeling that right now. He also started playing chess again, and the librarian said he's ready through the whole place for a third time now. He's also visited that same poetry site again today, and he's opened up Wattpad over twenty times in the last ten hours. Anyways, that's all I have for you right now. Sleep well, I love you xoxo
I smile at my phone, happy he's making progress.
Y/n:
Thank you, Penelope. Progress is progress, even if it's not entirely what we're wanting. Goodnight, you beautiful ball of cotton candy. I love you too
"What's up with boy genius today?" Derek asks, sitting down on the side of his bed. JJ was asleep between us, so were having to be quiet. "He cussed out his therapist today, and the librarian said he's read the whole place yet again," I chuckle, and so does he. "Have you written to Diana yet today?" Derek asks after a moment of silence, and I nod. "Yeah, I told her about how I was going on a road trip with our team, I updated her on what my OB said, and I told her I hadn't heard anything new about Spencer yet. I'll update her on his progress tomorrow," I explain, glancing at the letter laying on the nightstand. I wondered how he found the time to write to her everyday, and if he was still doing it. Then I wonder how he coped when he was stuck in Mexico. I hesitate for a moment. Derek notices and urges me to say it. "Spencer never would tell me what happened in Mexico. Do you think it has any affect on what's going on between us?" I ask, and Derek stops for a moment. I sit with him while he thinks over his response. "I don't think I'm the one who should tell you what happened in Mexico, but yes, it could be part of the problem, if not the main issue," Derek explains, and I nod in response. I glance over at the clock, noticing that it was now after midnight. That meant that today was now officially day six on week twelve. Another day gone, and another day closer to having to give birth. We were going to attempt to keep them in as long as possible, so I didn't have an official date for my c-section. "Do you think they're going to grow up without a dad?" I ask him, just watching the clock. Spencer didn't have a dad growing up. Would he really put them through that if he knows what it's like? "No, they won't. I promise you, I will not let those little babies go without a father. I lost my dad when I was just a few years older than Reid. I will do everything I can to get his head out of his ass, and if that doesn't work I will step up for them," Derek promised me, and I smile a little in relief. I wanted my babies to have their real father, but if Uncle Derek has to play both roles I at least know I'm not alone. I look over at my brother, smiling at him, "Thank you, Derek. I hope you can still be just the fun uncle, but if you do end up stepping in as a father figure I will be so grateful, and they will be too." Derek smiles too, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, "It'll be hard to explain how we're related, but it'll be fun all the same." I laugh softly, "Hey, you may not remember it by the time we get to their graduations. They'll be wheeling you to our seats in a wheelchair saying, 'That's nice, Uncle Derek. I'll listen to your stories after the nurse changes your diaper.'" Derek laughs with me, and I get out of bed. I move to sit beside my big brother, and he opens his arms for me. I gladly accept his hug, finally relaxing as I finally accept that Derek will always be there for me no matter what.
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Some Things Are Worse Than Death
FanfictionY/n finally finished the classes to become a profiler at the BAU, and her mentor has pushed for her to be on his team. On Y/n's first field mission her and Spencer fall into the unsub's victim profile, and end up being kidnapped.
