Agents with Kids (Spencer Reid x reader)

Part 15

Reid's fun fact about delayed pregnancy symptoms was proving to be utter bullshit in your case. You went straight into a briefing on friday morning, and the jet took off before 10 am.

A half hour into the flight, you scrambled out of your seat and barely made it to the bathroom sink before you threw up. You rinse the sink and your mouth with water. By the time you're finished, there's a knocking on the door. You wrench the flimsy door aside and Reid stands in the doorway, looking a little pale.

"You alright?" He says quietly. You nod, gripping the counter. Despite your empty stomach, you don't feel any better.

"Is this the first time since...?" He asks.

You nod again. You hoped motion sickness wasn't going to be a thing. You didn't even want to think about having morning sickness everyday.

There was no point in hanging around in here- there was nothing left to throw up. Might as well go out and face your team. The first face you saw was Hotch very clearly glaring at you, and you got queasy again. You spent the rest of the flight with your head between your knees, trying to breathe through the discomfort.

On your way to the local station, Hotch tells you to ride with him. Only him.

You don't want to look nervous, so you settle for scrunching and unscrunchung your toes against the soles of your shoes. Hotch starts the car but pauses before he starts driving.

"Are you going to be able to work this case with your full attention?" He asks, staring ahead, out of the windshield.

"Yes." You tell him, keeping your voice as steady as you can.

"I understand that this job is unpredictable, but I can't have my agents showing up drunk or hungover regularly. This is twice in under two months." Anger is seeping into his words. "It's a workday, for Christ's sake. We're gonna work this case, and when we get back you're going to meet with Dave and I and we're going to figure out what to do about this."

You can't remember the last time anybody had actually yelled at you like that. High school, maybe? Tears prick at your eyes.

You can't go through a case feeling stressed over a situation that doesn't exist.

"I'm pregnant." You lay it out, voice breaking. "I found out on Wednesday. I haven't drank since the Saturday night we had that case."

You turn to him, but his face is unreadable.

"Do you know how far along?"

"Five weeks. Reid knows, too. I don't know when I'm going to tell everybody.".

"Reid's been giving you worried looks for a while. I thought maybe he..." hotch searches for a polite way to say it "...recognized some warning signs of something else." Reid had mentioned an issue with drug abuse after a case, but you'd never heard any member of the team mention it.

Hotch's face breaks out into a soft smile. Relief is visible throughout his demeanor.

"I'm glad you're alright. I'll keep you out of the field as much as I can for this case and we can talk about field work when we get home, alright?" He pulls out of the lot and starts driving to the station.

"Thanks for understanding. I'm sorry for scaring you. I'm a little bit in over my head right now." You admit. He nods in response.

When he finally puts the car in park, he calls out before you open the door.

"Congratulations." You hit with a wave of emotion. It feels strange but sweet to be congratulated for the first time-especially by Hotch. You thank him and follow him into the station.

For a guy that just found out, Hotch is freaky good at smoothing over keeping you out of the field. Nobody seems to realize that you're technically getting special treatment, not even when you get assigned to help JJ prep for a routine press conference-something she could do in her sleep.

The day wraps up at eleven pm. You shut your hotel room door and immediately press your ear to the door. Once you hear the chorus of "good nights" come to a close and six doors shut, you count to five before you sneak across the hall to Reid's room. You shoot him a text instead of knocking. He opens the door for you, then goes back to rummaging through his bag.

"Hotch knows." You say, slipping into the room.

That gets his attention.

"You told Hotch?"

"I had to!" You stage whisper, more aggressive than you know you should be.

He only raises his brows in response.

"He thought I was hungover this morning. He wanted to have a meeting with Rossi about my drinking when we got back."

"That's ridiculous. You drink far less than the average American."

"Well, yeah, we know that, but Hotch doesn't."

"You got drunk once and then got sick, and he thinks you have an issue? He's accusing you with barely any evidence." By this point, you could see Reid getting caught up in his own head.

"Spencer," you interrupt, "Hotch also brought you up. He said you'd been looking at me like you were worried. Like you knew something he didn't. Obviously you did,with the baby and everything, but-" now it was your turn to phrase it politely and you didn't know how.

"He thought you were showing signs of addiction and I recognized them." Reid finishes for you.

"That's what it sounded like, yeah." You sank down to the unused bead across from Reid.

In an eerily calm tone, Reid began again.

"That's bullshit." Heat crept into his tone. "He never did anything to help me. The only time he ever mentioned it was when I started going to meetings and he told me to keep going. I only had a dependence because an unsub literally tied me down and shot me up with dilaudid." The look on his face was equal parts betrayal and anger. You hadn't known that a case was behind his addiction.

"I'm sorry." you said. You knew it wasn't what Reid wanted or needed to hear, but it was the only thing you felt comfortable saying.

"I'm sorry Hotch used it against you."

Alright, now that seemed unfair.

"He wasn't using it against me, Reid. I think he realizes that he didn't do enough for you. I think he's afraid of what could have happened. That's why he's taking his suspicion so seriously now."

He didn't have anything to say to that, so you continued.

"Spencer, you have every right to be upset with him. But don't let your anger make you think that Hotch is wrong in this situation, too."

Reid came over to sit next to you. He put his face in his palms and took a deep breath.

"You're right. If something was wrong, it'd want him to be overly careful with you-or anybody on the team."

You slipped your hand into his and gave it a soft squeeze.

"I told him you already knew about the pregnancy, but that the rest of the team doesn't."

"Does he know it's ours?"

"I don't even know how I would begin to explain that to Hotch." You snort.

"Well, most people announce at 12 weeks. We've got seven to figure out how to tell him."

"We're gonna need it." you laugh, lightly squeezing his hand again.

a/n: we hit 1k reads today! tysm!

welcome to the "fix-it" chapter for the fact that the show barely deals w the whole dilaudid thing

(ps, since this ch dealt w addiction- ik corona has been especially hard on ppl w mental illnesses, my brother w an addiction problem had to go back into treatment in april bc all his healthy coping methods were basically shut down by covid. to any of you dealing w health problems rn or have loved ones struggling, i wish you the best <3)