After the meeting, Strauss wanted to speak with me. "What is happening at home?" She asks. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I have to take a break from the BAU, or seriously not move around, which means staying out of the field." I say, and Strauss seemed surprised, and angry. "Why is that?" She asks, nearly yelling at me. I keep my voice low and calm though, "My baby or babies or killing inside of me. The doctor also says I'm too underweight." I say. She stops, in shock. "How, may I ask?" She asks, the same tone. "It's kicking my body, and they can't be fixed. I can't control it. I would love to not be dealing with this. I wish to not tell the team this. It may hold them back from their best." I say. She stares in shock at my serious tone, and my breaking voice. "I will respect your wishes. What is it at home? I want you to leave the problems at home, and bring your best here. We don't need personal issues." She says. I nod. "Dismissed." She says. I nod, and leave the room. I felt sick at that point. Staying out of the field? Hiding thins from the team? They were full on family to me now. I rush back to the hospital, and stay there.
I stay there longer than I knew. I had stayed all night, and talked to Mary, and watched her sleep. I only had left the room to go to the bathroom, and grab something to eat. I take my own medicine,and stay awake. I kiss Mary goodbye lightly, and head out for the BAU, and leave a note for Mary. I drive to the BAU, and head out. I wasn't tired, but looked way more awful than I felt. I go into the bathroom, and wash my face, dry it, and put on my makeup. It brightens my face, and darkens it as well. I head out of the bathroom, and realise I hadn't change clothes. I open my plane bag, and switch into a white tank-top, a suite jacket, and a black skirt, with white heels. It seemed professional, but my miserable eyes said it all. I zip my plane bag, and put it back. I sit in my office, and begin to go over the case file. It wasn't very bad, but very disturbing. Sexual harrassment, then death. I stand up, carrying the bag, the file, and myself. "Plane leaves in five." I say, as I get down the stairs. Five minutes later, we were all on the plane.
After going over the case, I realise something. "It says they have two suspects in custody on the back." I say, surprised. "Thomas Blackwell, and Rosa Gale." Rossi says. "I've heard that before. They have a pretty bad record. Thomas has a big record of sexual harrassment." Garcia says, through the computer. "Yeah. Check on who. It may be someone he harrassed. It could be a trigger." I say. "On it my lovelies. So Liz, how are the the baby or babies?" Garica asks. I feel my face get a little hot. "They aren't so good. It's fine though." I say. "What's wrong with my little gooses?" She asks. I couldn't help but smile a little. "They're kickers." I say, telling her. I knew the team heard every word. "Are you okay being here?" Hotch asks. "I'm fine." I say, nodding. Though others dissagreed, I was fine with being here. Garcia turns off the webcam, and we disconnect. Reid suddenly pipes up, "How many months are you?" He asks. "Two." I say. "Have you tried your children listening to Mozart? Or even Bethoven?" Reid asks. I smile, and nod. "Do it now." He pushes. Putting the headphones on, I put on Mozart.
