Rush

The restaurant

{Rossi POV}
"Table for 7, please." i told one of the waiters, who immediatly ran around the restaurant for a table. Right now, there was only me and Hotch, but soon the team would join us. We were both wearing the nicest outfit we had in our go-bags :our work clothes. Aaron had on his usual suit, while i had a black button up shirt tucked in my black khaki pants.

"Are you sure this place is safe for Garcia? If she gets food poisoning it could hurt the child badly." Hotch said, with concern

"This place is fine, she wont get poisoned."

As we were about to sit down and wait for our table, Garcia and Morgan walked in. She had a white dress with lace on it and blue heels, while Morgan wore a forest green t-shirt with black jeans.

"Hello dear friends!" Garcia said, waving at us.

"Hey, do you know where Reid, JJ and Prentiss are?" i asked

"They should be here, right about-" Morgan started, when he was cut off by the laughter of Reid, JJ and Prentiss. Reid had his usual work clothes on, light blue shirt with gray pants, JJ had on a knee-length pencil skirt with a cream peplum top, and Prentiss was wearing a red long sleeves with black khakis.

"Hello." Reid said, waving at us, while JJ and Prentiss ran up to Garcia.

"Follow me," a waitress said, guiding us to our table. It was vast and stylish.

The whole team wowed in shock. I had been here a few times, it was one of my favourite restaurants.

"This place was a good pick." Prentiss said

"Yeah, its nice!" JJ added

We all sat down and ordered whatever we wanted. Everyone was having a good time. We were all laughing and sharing stories and we talked about what was going on around the world. We were relaxed. We jumped from one topic to another, we were talking about Garcia leaving us.

"For how long?" Hotch said, with some sadness

"10 months. But don't worry, i will be working from home." Garcia answered

"We will miss you." Prentiss said

After a while, JJ and Prentiss excused themselves to go to the bathroom, while Reid, Morgan and Hotch went to the bar to grab a drink. Reid was never a alcohol lover, but he did like a cool beer once in a while.

It was only me and Garcia at the table. Garcia kept shifting herself and seemed uncomfortable.

"Garcia, are you ok?" i asked. Her face crippled in pain and she grabbed the table. A tear fell out of her eye.

"I think," she said, her breath getting short "i think I'm in labour."