Agents with Kids (Spencer Reid x reader)

Part 20

Reid was already home when you got back, although he didn't look like he'd been there long. His bag is on the floor by your front door and he's standing behind your breakfast bar, leaning on his forearms over the counter. You toss your keys in the bowl by the door and throw down your bag next to his.

"Hey." You say, a bit uncertain.

He finally speaks.

"What did the nurses have to say about the baby?"

"They checked the heartbeat at the hospital. Totally healthy."

He breathed a sigh of relief. Once the reassurance sets in, he begins again.

"What were you thinking?" He doesn't look angry, but tired and scared.

You raise your eyebrows at him as you start to take your shoes off.

He continues. "You're not supposed to be doing dangerous fieldwork. In the U.S., 1,300 people die a year from hypothermia, and 4,000 more die from drowning! You could have gone into shock, or hit a rock, or-"

You straighten up, now frozen in place. "What else should I have done? Stood and watch the father of my child drown?" tears burn at the brim of your eyes.

"Instead of jumping into an unfamiliar river at night with a killer? Yeah, you should have." At this point, the two of you are fast approaching full-on shouting across your kitchen.

"That is not what we signed up for. You weren't the only one at risk, there was an innocent man in there! Our job is to help innocent people."

"You weren't the only one at risk either." His voice is still raised, but now deadly calm.

You walk into the kitchen. "Don't act like I'm ignorant. I know what's at risk. We both do. Isn't this why we went into this together? So we could keep our jobs and have a life?"

"Keeping your job doesn't meaning risking a miscarriage."

"How many times has Hotch put his life on the line, when he has a child at home? How many times has an unsub because obsessed with us and our personal lives? Putting our loved ones at risk has always been a part of this job. It's not fair, but we do it anyway. This job is about justice for everyone but ourselves. We have to be selfish to be selfless. It's always, always been like this. Just because this is the first time you've experienced it doesn't make it any less real."

It's a low blow, bringing up his family life. You knew you'd regret saying it before you even finished speaking.

"At least I've got somebody to care about, whether she's admitted or not."

You had that coming. You always dodged questions about family with a simple "we're not close", but everybody knew there was more to the story. You were friends with your last team, but not enough to do more than exchange casual texts.

You have plenty more to say in defense of your actions last night, but it all seems trite compared to where the conversation was at now.

You sniffle a bit. The two of you are spiraling out of the realm of productive communication at an alarming rate.

"We're not doing this." You say with all the authority you can muster. "We aren't the kind of people that just snipe at each other. The important part is that we are all safe right now. We can talk about how that case went down, but right now I need a little time. You can stay here, or don't- do whatever."

You grab your bag and start to take it to your bedroom when he calls out your name.

"I can call and make an appointment with your OB, if you'd like. Just to be safe."