Behavioral Analysis Unit - Chapter Thirteen

"All those cliches, those things you hear about having a baby and motherhood—all of them are true. And all of them are the most beautiful things you will ever experience." -Penelope Cruz




'~-Amelia-~'




February 21st, 2004




I grumbled in annoyance as I trudged down the stairs. I was thirty-five weeks pregnant, and my stomach was as big as a basketball. Spencer grinned at me in greeting, wrapping his long arms around my body.


"Good morning, sleepyhead." He rested his hands on my bulging stomach. I made a small noise in response.


"I wish he'd arrive already. I look like an Oompa Loompa." I sighed as my uterus slightly contracted for the millionth time.


"Braxton hicks?"


"Yeah, it's so annoying." Spencer rubbed my belly gently, then placed his lips there.


"Jason, Sweetie, if you're going to make your mother uncomfortable, you might as well be here already." We chuckled as he moved his head and met my lips with his.


"Don't jinx it, Spencer." I winced as another contraction hit me.


"I made breakfast!" My husband motioned to the dining table. There were two plates neatly set up next to each other, scrambled eggs and bacon steaming on their surface. I licked my lips.


"Aw! I love you." I hungrily devoured my food.


As I finished, however, my contractions began to worsen. I set my dishes in the sink, wincing each time one hit me.


Finally, Spencer noticed. "Woah, hey. Are your contractions getting worse? How far apart are they?"


"I don't know. It just hurts." I groaned.


"Alright, let me call Nova. Tell me when it stops, and another one starts." He picked up his phone and quickly dialed Nova's cell. It barely had time to ring before they answered.


"Spencer?" They were on speaker.


"Amelia's contractions are starting." He sounded concerned.


"Thanks for the update. Let me know when Amelia's water breaks." The phone beeped.


"Hey, sit down on the couch, okay?" Spencer guided me to the couch, encouraging me to take deep breaths.


Thirty minutes passed before I felt a substance run down my leg. Spencer muttered a few curse words under his breath as tears started to fall on my cheeks. He picked me up bridal-style and teleported me to the hospital. Nova was already there waiting for us, a medical chart in their hands.


"Oh, damn, she's crying. I'll get the epidural." Nova disappeared as soon as I was situated on the hospital bed.


God, it hurt so bad. Spencer tried to make me feel better with his kisses, which did help me somewhat. The pain almost dissipated when Nova administered the epidural, which I was thankful for. They kept checking how dilated I was every minute until ten minutes flew by.


"Amelia, you're ready to push," Nova stated, two of their nurses on standby just in case. Spencer grabbed my hand, kissing it gently as I began to push.


An hour passed of intermittent pushing, and I was exhausted. My hands were trembling with anxiety at each agonizing second.


"Hey, Amelia. Just one more push, okay?" Nova encouraged.


"I can't."


"Yes, you can. Just one more push and your son will be here." I could feel the heat of exhaustion enveloping my body. My husband squeezed my hand lightly, which sent a new surge of energy through me. I pushed hard, a yell escaping from my throat.


A tiny cry split the air as I collapsed on the bed, unable to focus. The room began to spin as black spots danced across my vision. I squeezed my husband's hand twice to let him know that I was passing out before succumbing to the darkness.


Some time passed before I woke up, the bright lights hurting my sore eyes. Spencer was still at my side, sitting prettily with a blue cloth in his arms. It took me a moment to realize that Jason was wrapped in that cloth, sleeping peacefully.


As Spencer's hazel colored eyes met mine, he wordlessly stood up and set my son in my arms. My heart felt like it was melting as I gazed adoringly at his little face.


"He's beautiful." I murmured.


"Yes, he is. It's all from you."


I laughed, snuggling my son into my arms.


"Get some rest, My Love." Spencer kissed me deeply, taking Jason in his arms to let me sleep.




'~-Spencer-~'




November 29th, 2004




I straightened my tie and grabbed my bag while glancing at the clock. It was seven in the morning, and the sun barely peeked over the horizon. I had my job interview today at the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU), which was a subunit at the FBI that analyzed the behaviors of serial killers. It had always been my dream job ever since I was a little kid.


I entered the driver's side of my car and started the engine. The scenery changed as I drove into the District of Columbia, the urban city life contrasting the rural areas of the town I lived in. Finally, I pulled into the concrete parking lot and hopped out of my car. I briskly walked towards the elevator and pressed the call button. I bounced on the heels of my feet as the door slid open, and I entered the small metal space, pushing the button that would take me to the sixth floor.


The metal doors opened to an office space. The room was bland, and simple cubicles lined up along the middle of it. I walked up to an office that was labeled "Jason Gideon'' and knocked three times before entering.


There sat an older man who, at first glance, looked like he was in his mid-sixties. However, I could tell he was much younger- only appearing older due to the heavy bags under his eyes and the wrinkles formed on his face.


"Hi, I'm Spencer Reid, and I'm here for our interview?" Gideon looked up from his work. I took a moment to smile, mostly because I realized that he had the same name as my son.


"Please, sit down." He motioned toward the chair across from him, and I sat down.


"Your credentials are impressive, Doctor Reid. You're only twenty-two." I nodded. "Alright, what do you know? Impress me, Kid."


I was slightly annoyed by his comment, but nonetheless, I began to search the room with my eyes.


"Well, I-I'd say that you are younger than you look, probably late forties early fifties. You like your quiet time b-because people tend to stress you out. However, you're good at y-your job, and you are highly respected in this field. You like birds, obviously, and you like to play chess in your free time- because you have a miniature chess board on your desk. I also know that you see me as a kid, but just because I'm younger than you doesn't make me unworthy of being looked at." I realized my mistake instantly. "S-sorry for that, I didn't mean it like that."


"Well, even though you are younger than our requirements, I'd say that three PhDs makes you more than qualified to join us." Gideon gave me a soft smile.


"Th-thank you, Sir."


"I'll see you here in five days. How does that sound?" I grinned.


"Perfect."


I walked out of his office relieved, my tense body relaxing after the stressful interview. I passed by someone who was working at their desk- Aaron Hotchner was on the nameplate- before making my way back to the elevator. As I arrived home, I couldn't keep the smile from creeping onto my face.


"Judging from that smile, you got the job?" I was greeted by an alter.


"Yeah, I did." She smiled widely, placing a kiss on my lips.


"That's great! Why don't you get changed, and we can go on a picnic date?" I nodded, taking off to our room. I changed into some less formal clothes before appearing next to her.


"I- um, I forgot to ask, but- uh- who-"


"Sunbright." Sunbright took my hand in hers, and we appeared in a meadow.


"We have a couple of things to talk about."




"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

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