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NOVEMBER 20TH, 2005 was a day that would be engraved into the deepest depths of Kay's mind for as long as she lived.
Before it became anything of significance, though, it was the date of Kay and Elle's sixth supposed 'sleepover,' their desire for a second date overcrowded by the overflowing case system of the BAU. But late at night, Kay woke up to an emergent phone call, the call whose words she'd rack over for the rest of her life.
"I'm in labor. Come with Aaron."
So Kay did just that, picking Hotch up from the jet as soon as he landed from his seemingly important meeting halfway across the country. Whatever it was, Kay didn't care. She only cared about getting him to the hospital.
Kay didn't give him a choice in the matter, really, prying his car keys from his cold, shaking hands and practically forcing him into the passenger seat of her car. And as Kay rushed through the flashing red Virginia stoplights and the coiling traffic circles, she held true to Haley's word completely. She knew that Hotch wouldn't tell anyone about her minorly illegal activities, given his dire need to get to his wife and son— and the entirely unrelated, definitely not catastrophic blackmail she threatened him with.
But as she drove, Kay kept running through the moment she slipped out of the covers, Elle's hand trailing after her, before it stopped at the edge of the bed, her eyes never opening. It sparked something in Kay, something that was catastrophic. Even her gray-tinted glasses and unloveable mindset couldn't push away the feeling stirring deep within her: she was falling in love. Whether she wanted to or not, she was falling in love with the woman she had spent nearly every waking moment outside of work with for the last twenty days.
