A/N: A couple things before you read, one, I started writing this many months ago, maybe even in 2015, I'm not sure, two, I have not seen every episode with Savannah and I hadn't seen any with her in this past season when I came up with this idea, three, this is not my usual sort of story and I blame this idea completely on marathoning Grey's Anatomy last summer, and 4, I know AJ Cook was pregnant, and I thought they wrote it into the show, so I wrote it into my story, which is set during this past season. My sister, who does follow the show, couldn't remember if JJ had another baby though, so if they didn't write it it, oops. And, on with the show...


Emily followed the signs to baggage claim as she made her way through Reagan National, her eyes surveying the mix of excited smiles and barely-there zombies that milled through the airport. She knew she fit far more into the latter category, it was already near midnight in her head and it wasn't like she'd been getting a whole lot of sleep anyway, even without the joy of a transcontinental flight. She supposed she could have commandeered the Interpol jet, but this trip was entirely personal, so the accounting staff would not have been pleased. Funny, it wasn't her boss that concerned her anymore; Clyde would have just smirked and told to her at least make sure she got laid if she was going to waste Interpol resources.

A yawn escaped her mouth as she finally saw the luggage carousels and happily bypassed them. Emily had jammed everything into her carry-on to make her life easier and avoid the potential lost luggage issue. But, this is where she said she'd meet JJ, so she meandered around the carousels looking for the blonde. Instead she found a different, smaller blond, holding onto his father's hand, as Will bent down and spoke to him.

Henry had gotten huge. What was he now, seven? Eight?

Emily shook her head and walked over just as Will's head came up. Henry followed his father's eyes, his face broke into a smile and he ran toward Emily. She stopped and opened an arm to catch him.

"Hi Aunt Emily!" He yelled with a rambunctiousness that only a little boy can manage.

"Hey Henry, my god you've gotten so big since I last saw you!"

He pulled away and looked up at her, as they walked to meet Will. "But you saw me on Tuesday when you Google-talked with Mommy?"

"That is very different from seeing you in person," she said. "Hi Will," she said, hugging him.

"Hey Emily, JJ was feeling a little wiped-out, so I told her Henry and I would pick you up," he said, kissing her cheek.

Emily nodded. "She's doing okay though?"

"Yeah, they just finished a case late yesterday and the baby kept her up last night, moving all around." He smiled widely. "I keep telling JJ that she's going to be a dancer."

Emily chuckled and turned to Henry, as they started walking out toward the car. "What do you think, is your new baby sister going to be a dancer?"

Henry shrugged. "I don't know. How long before you have to go back to London?"

"Uh, I'm not sure, Henry." She ignored the questions in Will's raised eyebrows. "Why?"

"I have to pick a country and do a project. Mommy says you've been to a lot of countries, will you help me?"

"Of course, what country did you have in mind?"

He shrugged again. "I don't know," Henry looked up at her, "what's your favorite?"

"Favorite? Oh, I don't know, I like a lot of them."

"You don't like London best?"

"London is a city, England is the country, but no, I don't think I like it most."

"Then why do you live there?"

Will chuckled. "Henry, your aunt will be here at least a few days, maybe slow down the interrogation."

"What's an interrogation?"

"It's when you incessantly ask someone questions," Will said, grabbing his son in an arm and tickling him. Henry giggled and thrashed around, but Will didn't lose his grip. Emily watched them, her lips upturned.

When Henry was buckled in the backseat and Emily's suitcase was in the trunk, they climbed into the car and headed out of the airport. Henry quickly became engrossed in some game on Will's phone, and Will turned to her. "Is everything okay with you?"

"What?"

"You don't know how long you'll be in town?" He glanced over at her. "JJ said you seemed upset when you told her you were coming to town."

Emily looked away. "It's nothing."


She hugged JJ delicately around her swollen belly, thrilled at seeing her friend in person for the first time in months, many, many months.

"God, I've missed you. Work isn't the same without you," JJ said, smiling at her.

"I've missed you too, though Jayje, I haven't worked with you guys in what, three, four years?"

"Sadly."

Emily frowned. "You didn't like Blake or uh, what's her name?"

"It's not that I didn't like them, it's just that they aren't you. They didn't fit into the team as seamlessly as you did. Even Elle didn't fit like you did."

"She was Morgan's partner before me, right?" Emily struggled to place the name; the team rarely mentioned the woman who had come before her and Emily had thought it best not to ask too many questions.

"Yes. And let me tell you, Morgan liked her and they got on well together, but you are his one and only partner." JJ said, grabbing a box of crackers and offering one to Emily. After she declined, JJ proceeded to munch on a couple.

"Aren't you partnered with Morgan these days?" Emily asked. "And isn't that dinner that you've got on the stove?"

"It's not done yet, and I'm in one of those "hungry all the time, could eat a small family of elephants every day" phases." JJ munched on another cracker. "But yes, Derek and I have been partnered a lot since before you left, and it's great and I think he's happy with it too, but he and I don't have the bond you two shared. I don't know if you remember, but you guys were in sync practically on day one." JJ grinned. "I think that made Hotch even more hostile toward you."

Emily chuckled. "You're probably right."

"Oh, did I ever tell you that after our first case with you, Derek, Spence and I all gathered in Garcia's office to peruse your dossier?"

"You definitely didn't. What was the consensus at the time?"

"Honestly? For someone who grew up all over the world, you seemed kind of boring." JJ suddenly laughed. "Though hot, according to Derek."

Emily fidgeted in her seat, and shifted her eyes away from JJ.

JJ suddenly stopped eating crackers, sealed the box and set it aside. "Okay, I know the boring comment didn't make you uncomfortable, seeing as how we both know that's not true. So, it was the Derek thinking you're hot thing. Start talking, Emily."

The former profiler sighed and looked around the room. "Will and Henry are occupied for a while?"

JJ glanced at the clock. "They should be throwing a ball around outside for another twenty minutes at least. So...what's going on?"

She bit her lip, then opened her mouth. When words failed to come out, she closed it and shifted in the seat, straightening out her spine. When opening her mouth failed to elicit sound again, Emily groaned and grabbed her purse. She pulled out the hardcover novel she was reading and flipped through the pages until she came to a picture, which she then handed to JJ.

The other woman stared at the print in confusion for several seconds and Emily could see the moment realization dawned and her head flew up, wide eyes staring into Emily's. "Yours?" Her voice almost squeaked, she was so stunned.

Emily nodded. "Yep. That was done a few days ago at the 16-week mark."

JJ slid her body, large belly and all, off the stool and threw her arms around Emily. "Oh my god, Em, congratulations!"

"Thanks, Jajye," she said, hugging her friend back, relishing the moment of support while she had it. Once she heard the rest of the story, that support would probably not be so unconditional.

"So, who is the father, and when do I get to meet him? You know Penelope will want to run full background on the guy, right?" JJ was practically bouncing, she was so excited.

"Uh, I don't think that will be necessary, actually."

"Has it been that long since you've talked to Pen, that you've forgotten her particular brand of protective instincts?"

Emily gnawed on her lip again. "It's not that, it's well...uh..."

"Em?"

She gazed at the titled floor of JJ's kitchen. "Derek."

Silence filled the kitchen and Emily looked up to see JJ's mouth wide-open and eyes bugged out like a cartoon character. "Our Derek? Derek Morgan?" She said.

Emily nodded.

"But, but he's with Savannah, they've been together for like two years now, what...h-how?" She finally asked.

"He came to London about four months ago and apparently neither of us can work a condom properly."

"So I gathered, but since when do you two have a need for condoms?"

She sipped her glass of water. "It's happened a few times over the years. Well, maybe more than a few, a handful or so."

"Oh, you have to tell me more than that. When was the first time?"

"You remember that case with my friend Matthew?" JJ nodded. "The night after we put that priest on a plane back to Italy."

"That was like eight years ago? How did I not know this?" She asked as she got up and checked the food on the stove.

Emily shrugged. "It wasn't a frequent thing. We were together I think once or twice the following year, then shortly before Doyle showed up, and then not again until the case with Derek's cousin. Your wedding and uh, once when I came to D.C. to visit. But not since he started seeing Savannah until when he flew into London four months ago."

JJ inhaled. "Wow. So, you came to tell him that he's going to be a Daddy?"

She nodded, letting her head hang down as she fingered the sonogram of her baby. It was actually pretty human looking, even this early on, with a little nose and tiny lips, and Emily already loved it. She was kind of terrified of it, but she loved it nonetheless.

"Em?"

Emily looked up at the concern in JJ's voice. "I'm meeting him for lunch tomorrow. I have to go, say hi, it's nice to see you, I heard the salmon here is great, and then drive a truck through his life."

"Hey, when it comes to unexpected pregnancies, there are always two of you driving that truck."

She sighed. "I'm forty-five, JJ. First off, there is no way I should have been able to get pregnant from one night, and second, I'm not a damn kid anymore, how ridiculously irresponsible do you have to be to get accidentally knocked-up at 45?"

JJ chuckled. "Okay, you did say you were using condoms, so you weren't irresponsible-"

"Just incompetent," Emily supplied.

"Well, who put it on, cause you know, maybe it's his fault?"

The brunette bit her lip and looked away. "We sort of took turns with that."

"Oh!" JJ's eyes went wide. "So, there was more than one time that night. Hello."

"Yes, so we're both incompetent. Or if we're not incompetent, we forgot one of those times, which brings us back to being irresponsible. Lucky kid, huh?"

"Or maybe the fact that you got pregnant at 45, with no fertility drugs or treatments of any kind, and while using condoms, means that that baby is meant to be. Did you ever think of that?"

"I don't think I believe in fate, JJ."

JJ sighed, pressing her hand into the left side of her belly. "Do you want the baby, Em? Are you happy?"

Emily fingered the sonogram picture again. "Yeah, I want it and I'm trying to be happy, but a lot of people are going to be hurt by this, Jayje."

"Yeah, that's probably true, and that sucks, but life is never easy or simple."

"JJ?"

"Yeah?" The blonde looked up, her hand still circling the left side of her swollen abdomen, where the baby was presumably kicking her.

"Were you terrified when you found out you were pregnant with Henry?"


And that's chapter 1. The chapters for this story will be shorter than my usual. And since the note above was already long enough, I know I've been gone a while, it was far longer than I expected, but I don't have much of a drive to write fanfic anymore. Check my profile for further details. Thank you all for reading and reviews are always welcome!