Out Of Nothing At All

Part Fourteen

You'd lain in bed together for a while longer before deciding to move. Upon checking your phone, you saw that Hotch had text you, telling you both not to bother coming in today. You didn't have a case so it was just going to be another paperwork day.

You called him anyway updating him on your situation and asking him about the possibility of being excused from field duty and staying behind at Headquarters until you officially went on maternity leave.

With you being pregnant, technically the bureau had to do anything they could to assist with the pregnancy in case anything were to go wrong which they could be held liable for. You both knew this and Hotch agreed with your request telling you he'd been sourcing a replacement anyway, another female from Andy Swans unit and that he'd speak with them about her taking over sooner than planned. You thanked him profusely, another load taken off your mind.

With the day ahead of you now free, you and Spencer decided to start working on the spare bedroom. You didn't particularly want to spend tonight alone either and although last night had been fine, it wasn't a good idea for you to get too comfortable sharing a bed. You knew that you would eventually have to spend the night alone, but you prayed that any cases that came up in the next few weeks would either be local, or that Reid could work from HQ too. You'd mentioned this to Hotch as well who had said it would need to be assessed on a case by case basis, but if you and Spencer were prepare to foot the cost of a commercial flight if Reid was needed in the field, then something could be worked out. Spencer wasn't normally involved in many of the take downs anyway, so could work just as well via video links from the office.

You showed Reid the spare rooms, the smaller one directly next to yours would of course be the peanuts and the larger guest room with its own en-suite would become Spencers.

Reid drove JJs car back first thing, collecting his own from her house and picking up a few more belongings from his apartment before heading to the local home depot for storage boxes. The guest room had kinda become your dumping ground for your Gramps memorabilia along with old crap that you never used but didn't have the energy to take to the tip. If you could box up your Grandfather's stuff, then you could shift some of the crap into the smaller room for now so that Reid would have somewhere to sleep. It was a huge job though, one that you regretted starting almost immediately.

It didn't help that Reid was so interested in the stuff you had of your Grandfather's, like old scripts and film cells and stuff, insisting on asking you about everything.

Three hours had passed and you were exhausted. You slumped on the floor with a bottle of water, leaning against the bed next to Spencer who was quickly thumbing through yet another script he'd found, complete with all of your gramps notes.

"Which ones that?" You asked him.

"Jackal." Not even looking up, his finger running quickly down each page. It always amazed you watching him devour the written word so quickly.

"Ahhh. That's my favourite." It had been a sleeper hit at the box office but had won a fuck ton of awards including an academy award for best original screenplay.

"It's mine too actually." Still not looking up.

"Hey Spencer..... You know the little girl at the start."

"The one who escapes from the Jackal?"

"Yep..... Thats yours truly."

And now you had his attention. "Really? Oh my god thats awesome! You must have been what? 8?"

You nodded and explained how you'd begged your Gramps to take you to work with him again. You loved going with him, even though he couldn't always spend an awful lot of time with you when he was directing. He'd set you up in your own mini directors chair in front of one of the monitors and you'd just sit mesmerised. Most kids would have found the constant repition of the same takes being filmed over and over again boring but you'd loved it.