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She waited until the kids were asleep before bringing up the idea.  Two months had passed since Will's death and things were starting to get back to normal.  Little things had changed, though, things that didn't seem like they were temporary.  Henry was quieter then he'd been at the start of the summer, but it wasn't and angry quiet like it had been in the weeks following the funeral.  Maybe he would have become more introspective anyway, given his age, but it had happened more quickly.  He didn't open up as much as he once had, didn't confide in her like he used to.  There were so many things that seemed to go on in his head, and only some were shared with her.  A few more were shared with Dave.  She wasn't sure if it was the fact that he was a guy, or if henry, having lost one father, was worried about keeping his second father close.  Maybe it was just that it was easier to talk to him, or that the runs they took nightly still were a quiet place to share the thoughts of the day.

She wouldn't be human if she wasn't a little bit jealous, sometimes.  Rationally she understood, but emotionally she missed her baby boy, and ached for him.  She was so happy, at the same time, to watch the special bond Dave and Henry had always shared grow.  Grateful, too, that Henry had someone to fill the needs he had in these confusing months.  

Once they were alone in the bedroom she tugged her shirt over her head.  "I've been thinking that it might be good for you and Henry to go do something for a couple of days.  He mentioned camping, earlier; one of his friends is going with his dad.  It would be something fun before school starts next month.
They hadn't been trying to get pregnant.  They hadn't not been trying to get pregnant either, but somehow it had come as a shock when she'd figured out that a missed period, a craving for caramel apples and throwing up three times in the past week all pointed at one life changing fact.  She'd gone to CVS two days ago, then to her doctor yesterday.  Now after she set down her phone she found herself naturally resting her hands on her stomach, just above the child she and Dave had made together.  If the doctor was right then the conception had happened during the very intense lovemaking the day his brother had died; between making arrangements and going to pick up Henry they hadn't had any sex for more than a week after that night.She smiled a little, wistfully, at the idea; she wondered if it would help comfort her grieving lover.

When she'd learned that she was pregnant with Henry her first emotions were fear and trepidation; it had taken weeks before she felt anything akin to excitement, and even then it was a nervous kind of energy.  She loved her son more than almost anything in the world, but she'd been terrified about being a mother, anxious about what Will would think, scared to tell Hotch and worried about keeping hr job.  Though she felt the flutter of nerves in her stomach now the unsettled feeling was long gone.  She was with a man who loved kids, she was secure in her ability to do her job, and most importantly had faith in her ability to be a mother.  She was far from the perfect mother but her son was pretty damn awesome.  He was also loved, just as this baby would be.

The elevator doors slid open and JJ let her hands fall as Dave, Hotch and Emily came through the glass doors.  The middle of the BAU bullpen wasn't the place to tell Rossi about his impending fatherhood.  She'd tell him when they were at home.

It was a light day, fortunately, and they were able to leave on time.  JJ wasn't sure how long she could act 'normal;' as it was she knew she was quieter than usual.  She did manage to keep up her end of the conversation as they drove home together, and to listen patiently as Henry told them about his day after the nanny left and it was just the three of them.  Her mind did wander sometimes, though, as she tried to figure out how to tell Dave the news.  She wanted to tell him before Henry, so they could tell her son together.  She was sitting at the counter musing when the smell of the onions Dave was cutting wafted in her direction.  her stomach's revolt was almost instantaneous; she barely made it to the bathroom before emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

"I'd forgotten how fun this part was," she muttered softly enough that no one, except the baby, could hear here.
Dave didn't do book tours often, not the kind he used to do, weeks on the road staying at five star hotels.  Working at the BAU it was hard to find the time, other than when he had vacation.  Since they'd started dating vacations had been more likely to include Disney World or rented beach houses.  The longest he'd toured in the last year had been five days, and she'd joined him for half the time thanks to his mother watching Henry for a weekend.  His publisher was making noises, though, especially since another of his books had reached its ten year anniversary.  They'd talked, and it had been decided that he would agree to a two week press junket.  

The bed felt empty, even on the nights she'd let Henry sleep with her.  Days she did fine with, but nights she had no one to talk to, no one to touch, and she missed him.  They talked every night on the phone, but it wasn't the same.  She was coping, though, juggling work and home, remembering what it was like to be a single mother after six months of constantly having a second parent around to help.  The two weeks were almost half over and she figured that she could handle anything.  Anything, except the call she received from Henry's nanny.

Now as she sat in the waiting room of the hospital she'd visited far too often already, waiting while her son to undergo tests they wouldn't let her be in the room for, she wanted more than anything for Dave to be there with her.  Hearing his voice wouldn't be enough, but it was all she had right now.  Emily had stepped out to find them both coffee; Hotch hadn't allowed her to leave the office until she'd agreed to let someone else drive her.  Now that she was alone she dialed the phone and hoped that Dave was somewhere he could answer it.  If he was at a reading it might be an hour before he listened to messages; she couldn't remember his schedule.
For the first time in ages JJ was nervous about seeing Dave Rossi.  She stood on the front porch, not yet ready to knock on the door.  It had been four months since the night she'd slept here for the first time, cuddled on the couch after they'd shared their first kiss and many of their fears.  he had promised her then that they would move slowly, and they had.  Dinners, usually with Henry, had become a weekly norm.  There had been kisses and stolen glances, long conversations by phone and hours just cuddling together watching a movie or talking late into the night.  A few times they had slept together in his bed when it was late and driving home seemed more of a hassle then it was worth, but they'd always been dressed and had done little more then kissing. 

It was what she wanted.  Needed.  What they, both gun shy about commitments and scared of getting hurt had needed to be sure that their friendship and the cohesiveness of the team remained intact.  Four months, though, was a long time, especially when you factored in the five years before that and the number of years before that she'd had a crush on him.  Tonight, unbeknownst to Dave, they were taking more then a baby step forward.  Forget steps, she planned to leap forward, and she was doing it with both eyes wide open.

Henry, though he'd been invited to dinner, was staying at his aunt Garcia's for the night.  JJ was dressed up far more then she usually did for their weekly dinner, in the little black dress that she felt flattered her the most and brand new under things.  Red lace underthings that she'd picked out with Rossi in mind.  She hoped he liked them.

There was no going back now, even if she wanted to which she didn't.  JJ took a calming breath and knocked on the door.

Cuddle meme, continued

cuddle choices:
① Sweet dreams It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
② Stormy weather The heavy rain, thunder and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
③ Lazy dancer It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
④ Surprise attack Time to invade someone's personal space. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
⑤ Movie night It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
⑥ I love you, man It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
⑦ Jeepers creepers Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
⑧ Hurt and comfort Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
⑨ Sunday morning Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there’s just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart’s content.
⑩ Moment after You just had incredible, vigorous sex (playing out is totally optional) and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
⑪ Ménage à trois Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
⑫ Player's choice Pick one or make up your own!

Threads continued from here but new ones are more than welcome.

Seeking Sanctuary

Giles can feel the energy from the barrier when he's still half a dozen yards away.  It doesn't surprise him; if there wasn't some formidable protection he would have been shocked.  He's ready for it, though, with an amulet and the uttering of just the right words.  The rarely used magicks sizzle under his skin for a moment before punching a hole in the defenses of the place large enough for him to run though.  He's barely though when the whole shield flickers then grows even stronger than before.  He's panting heavily, from running, and his clothes are soaked from the rain. He looks over his shoulder, but fortunately the gate and energy shield is holding out the Ikapeth demon that had been chasing him for the last three days.

When he heard someone coming towards him he held up his hands to show that he had no weapon and posed no threat.  "I-I-I'm terribly sorry about that. I didn't mean to intrude so boldly. Time was rather of the essence, unfortunately, and I had no other choice."
He'd been to Paris twice before.  Once as a small boy trailing behind his parents, spending more time with his nanny then anyone else, and the second time as a college student, intent on getting drunk and finding a beautiful French model to have sex with.  This time, though, from the moment he stepped off the plain he saw the city in a whole new way; through Angela's eyes.  She'd been excited ever since he'd mentioned the idea; by the time they stepped out of the airport to find the limo driver holding up a sign saying 'Hodgins-Montenegro' she glowed and squeezed his hand tight with energy that needed a release.

"I didn't want to make any apartment renting plans without you, so I booked us in the Hôtel du Louvre for a few days," he said as the limo started towards the city proper.  The hotel was across the street from the Louvre, and he knew without asking that she'd want to spend hours, days, maybe weeks there.

He poured them both a glass of water; hydration was the best way to fight jet lag.  "It's the first time I've ever made reservations for Mr. and Mrs. Hodgins."
It was only Friday afternoon when the plane arrived back in DC, but somehow it felt much later then that. Was it really only two days since they'd sat around the table, debating if the file she'd brought to the team's attention was really a case or just an unfortunate coincidence?

As far as cases went this one could be considered a good one; from the time they'd arrived not a single life was lost, not even the unsub's. It had taken a toll, though. On her. On Garcia too, who had identified with Christopher. Her best friend had been quieter then usual on the plane ride home, but had perked up once they got back to the office and found Kevin waiting for her just outside her office. By now he knew better then to enter her domain without permission.

Hotch left the office within minutes of getting there, needing to see Jack after the two days away. While the rest of the team seemed to be making plans for a late lunch or early drinks JJ slipped away, taking the elevator down to the parking garage. She had her own son to hold. Seeing his happy face would balance out the pain that hung around her neck along with the small gold heart. Maybe she'd tell her son a story about his aunt.

She tossed her go bag, briefcase and purse into the trunk of her car and slid into the drivers seat. Nothing happened when she turned the key.

"Come on, not today. Please." She tried again, but when there wasn't even a sound or a flash of dashboard lights she slumped forward, resting her forehead against the steering wheel. Great. This was just great.

Open post for Hook

"Well this is certainly an interesting turn of events," Hook commented with a satisfied grin.