Spencer looked up at the doorway when he heard Doctor Shepherd cough in the doorway. Straightening up when he noticed JJ, Spencer asked, "JJ? What's up?"
"Spencer, can I speak to you outside?"
Rebecca squeezed his hand and looked at him with a calm look upon her face. "It's okay, I gotta talk to Jack anyway."
Spencer stood up and made his way out the door as Rebecca looked down at her hands. She knew what Doctor Shepherd was going to bring up and didn't want him to. It was a tough point in her life and she just wanted to move forward.
"Rebecca," he said softly.
"I know what you are going to say. I just don't want to go there."
"Rebecca, how long have you stopped taking your heart medication?" He asked.
"Jack, I am not going to let a condition control my life. I want to live and I want to make the most out of this."
"You can't take blocked heart valves lightly. This medication helps thin your blood so your body can process the challenges. Severe stresses can bring upon a heart attack and kill you. You are so young. You don't want your life to end due to stubbornness."
"You don't have this condition, Doctor Shepherd. You don't know what it's like to be dependent on chemicals for you to thrive every day. How without taking it you feel sluggish, you feel out of sync. How the chance of a normal life starts being taken away." Rebecca could no longer keep her tears at bay and returned her gaze to her hands.
"I do," he said stepping closer to her. "I do and there are points in your life when you have to ask yourself why you do it and if it is worth it. But I can tell you that when you have people that love you, that care about you, they want you with them for the long haul. Being dependent may be a sacrifice worth making if it allows you a lifetime of memories."
Rebecca looked out the window and caught Spencer's profile. She thought of how she had been so afraid to love since she learned of her condition, however when that quirky man entered the little cafe her heart was never the same again. She thought of his kindness, his intelligence, his hidden aggression. Rebecca turned her attention back to Jack and said sadly, "I don't want to die, Jack."
Jack nodded and looked down at her records. "I am putting you on stronger medication. Maybe we can get your heart to a point where it can be operable for a transplant. Is that something you are willing to consider?"
She nodded and said, "If it gives me a chance at a longer life, why not?"
Spencer looked at his best friend with concerned eyes as he stepped out of Rebecca's room. "What's going on? Are you okay?" Spencer asked protectively.
JJ smiled and held his hand. "Im okay, just not used to being pregnant again," she said with a sigh.
Spencer rolled his eyes and she looked at him with shock. "Spence... I..."
"You really didn't I hadn't noticed did you?" he said with a smile. "I may be awkward, but I remember your pregnancy signs. It all came back," he said with a smile. "Even you craving peanut butter and banana sandwiches, which by the way, is disgusting and probably destroys your baby's brain cells."
"Spencer!" she said, hitting him in the arm.
"Its true, the fetus relies on the mother for nutrients and who is to say that JIF or Skippy peanut butter doesn't do harmful things to a growing creature."
"Just hush, Spencer," JJ said getting aggravated at her best friend. "I came because we have a new case and I know you wouldn't be answering your phone."
Spencer sighed and turned his attention to the window, looking at Rebecca with concerned eyes as he noticed the tears streaming down her face, her face looking down to mask her tears. "Have you tried Morgan?" he asked.
"Do you really think he is leaving Garcia this week? No way! Until that woman is back to her game I would expect less and less of her noir hero."
Spencer sighed and thought in his calculating mind. "Rossi?"
"Already packing to meet at Hotch's. We don't brief for two hours which gives you time to pack and head over."
"What about Emily? Or has Hotch finally stepped up?"
JJ looked at him quizzically and Spencer laughed. "You really missed their whole "we aren't really together" thing didn't you?" he asked.
"I just thought it would be a one time thing and the emotional case," JJ said shaking her head wondering where she missed all the signs.
"Well, it seems you are off your romantic game Agent Jareau. You better fix that, and maybe take eating tips from my godson," he said with a smile.
JJ punched him quickly in the arm and started moving away from him. "Hotch's two and a half hours."
"I thought you said two," Spencer said moving toward the door.
"This is you we are talking about Spencer. Two and a half," she said with a smirking walking toward the elevator doors.
Emily had just put on her boots. She was finally doing it, she was adopting a pet. She grew tired of coming home to a silent empty house. She knew she could afford any pet she could possibly dream of, but decided that rescue dogs were in a great need for her support than newly bred breeds.
Emily decided she wanted to take the drive out to Stafford and adopt a pet there. Not only was it where they had the most animals to choose from, but it would be an opportunity to think about her situation with Aaron. It had been a long and complicated road, however no labels have been given, no verbal declarations of love have been shared. Was their fling coming to an end?
She grabbed her keys and reached for her cell phone when there was a knock at her door. She opened her drawer and took visual of her gun and asked, "Who's there?"
Crap she thought to herself. Taking a sigh, she opened the door shocked to what she found.
Aaron stood outside her door with flowers in his hand, nervousness on his face and he was shuffling his feet. Her boss and lover, usually so calm and determined looked like his five year old son in her doorway, so young and lost. "Hotch? What are you..."
"Emily, can I have five minutes?" he interrupted.
"Um, I was just heading out the door," she said motioning to the keys in her hand.
"Just five minutes, then you can do whatever you need to do before our next case."
Sighing sadly, realizing they had a new case, she let him inside and he gave her the flowers. Emily looked down at the bright bouquet and smiled when she realized he picked her favorite colors. "These are lovely," she said taking a scent and moving to the kitchen to put them in a vase.
"You can water them after, I just really need to say this to you," Aaron said looking at her from the breakfast nook.
Surprised, she set down the flowers and moved beside him. Grabbing one of his hands tentatively, she looked in his eyes and whispered, "Okay, what do you want to say?"
Aaron looked down at their adjoined hands and looked back into her eyes. "Emily, if this job has taught me anything is that life is fragile and can be taken away. There is no guarantee for tomorrow or even that day. You need to be grateful for everything in your life, every moment you have ever had, the good ones and the bad. They help shape us into the people we are and how we perceive the world."
"You and I both know how much damage Foyet did to me. I couldn't breathe or see straight for so long. I felt like half a man, a monster. Only three things brought me back to the man I was. This job, Jack... and you."
Emily took a deep breath and shuddered at his confession. "Emily, I will always have a place in my heart for Haley. She was my wife and she gave me my son. He is so smart and like her in so many ways. But she and I grew apart. She didn't accept my job and soon I let this job become me. By association, she grew not to accept me and our love could no longer hold us together. However when I lost her, I realized how quickly life can be taken from us."
"Emily, the way I feel for you makes me feel young again. Your kindness, your strength, your heart. Everything about you makes me so grateful to be here with you. I am not a man who is good at being romantic or making gestures. However you have accepted me for all my faults, and in our time together, have never asked me to change. The fact is, I haven't been this happy in a long time, even during these dark days. That is because of you. Emily, I love you. And I will convince you until I turn blue that I am not saying this out of guilt or as a result of our last case. I am in love with you, Emily Prentiss."
Emily swallowed and leaned her head toward his. She pressed her forehead to this and let her tears fall silently. Kissing him quickly, she whispered upon him, "I love you, too," and kissed him deeper. Grabbing her closer to him, he tightened his hold on her and convinced himself that he would never let her go again. Cases and criminals could wait, he needed to hold the woman he loved.
"So, we have decided on names for four kids," Penelope said, leaning on Derek's chest playing with the hairs upon his chest.
"Woman, hush," he grumbled trying to fall asleep.
"Derek, we are having a serious conversation," she said sighing heavily while leaning into him. "These are the future combinations of Hot Stuff and Baby Girl! We cannot take this lightly!"
"Woman, we haven't even done the act to make our beautiful children, however many we have, and I just want us to rest together and enjoy our bedroom for now. Is that so hard, hard head?" he asked playing with her hair.
"Fine, then Eugene and Gladys will just have to do," she said with a huff.
Growling, he bit down playfully on her neck, "Oh hell no, woman," he said. "No way are we having those ugly names for our gorgeous babies," he said with conviction.
"Okay, handsome, tell me the names of our children," Penelope said staring up at the ceiling.
"Jade, Trey, Orlando and Jasmine," he said giving into his Goddess's request. "Woman, do you really want to talk right now," he said waggling his eyebrows.
"Don't tease me, my vision," Penelope said leaning down taking her Derek's lips into a kiss. She smirked as she heard him moan from her ministrations. "Is it possible that it gets better every time?" she asked.
"Only with you, Goddess," he said stealing her lips again.
"I am so in love with you," she whispered looking into his deep onyx eyes.
He smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes. "And I you, my Penelope," he kissed her deeply and grumbled angrily when he heard his phone ring.
"Let it ring," she said licking up the side of his neck playfully.
"Hold it, Goddess," he said moving off the bed and taking the phone from their side table. "Morgan... yes... is that so?... I need... No, I don't think... Are you sure... How soon can I let..?...can I have a couple days?... Yes, I understand this is important, but I need to discuss this with my fiancee... okay, 48 hours, I understand. Thank you..."
Penelope had moved up on the bed reaching for her pain medication and watched her Prince's movements. When he shut off his phone and kept his back to her, Penelope grew curious. "Derek, baby who was that?"
Derek turned to her and gripped the phone tightly. "That was Strauss..."