Unimaginable

Work Difficulty

Writer Matthew Cray wrote:

Someday you'll find someone who doesn't care about your past, but only because they want to be with you in your future.

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It's been two weeks since the discovery. Marci put a hold on her job as a theoretical physicist. She says she's completely devoted to the FBI. I told her she should tell Hotch about the pregnancy.

"You do it."

"Why?"

"I don't want to lose my job!"

"JJ didn't lose her job when she had Henry."

"Yeah. But she didn't have sex with someone on her team!"

I took her hand and marched her down to Hotch's office. I opened the door and lightly pushed her forward. Hotch raised an eyebrow.

"Just tell him." I whispered in her ear.

"Hotch, I've got a matter to discuss with you." She said.

"Alright. Why don't you take a seat."

She sat in one of the chairs. "Hotch, I'm pregnant." She cringes a bit.

"Congratulations." He replies. "I'll try and get you a schedule for work in a few weeks."

"Oh. Alright thanks."

We exited and I took her to the break room. "Why did you make that such a big deal?" I ask.

"Spencer, there's something that I should tell you." She pauses

I signal for her to go on.

"Spencer, I've been pregnant before. I used to be married."

"So... That doesn't change the way I think about you."

"Spencer, the only reason I got a divorce was because I lost the baby. I was only 24. It nearly killed me. Literally."

I look at her with a sad expression on my face. Tears spring in her eyes. "I just don't know if I can handle it, Spencer." She sobs. I pull her in and let her cry on my shoulder. By the time she's settle down, my shirt looks like it has been out in the rain. "Oh god, Spencer-" she doesn't finish. "Ye-" I don't get to finish ether. She threw up all over my pants. I pick her up bridal style and carry her to the nearest restroom. I sit there rubbing her back while she rids her stomach of its contents. She soon just dry heaves.

I told her she should have ate this morning. She should at least have bought a coffee at Starbucks, or doughnut, something. "Do you want me to take you home?" I ask. She nods. I tell Hotch then, before going home, I jog to the nearest store an buy a waste bin. I run back to Quantico and drive her home.