A/N I do not own Criminal Minds, I'm only borrowing them. Hello everyone! This story will be AU. This is not the other story I was intending on posting (though that will be up shortly), but I got an extra day off work and there's a thunderstorm right now, so I figured let's share this little gem that my Muse came up with! Also, any misspellings are my own (Note: there will be toddler-talk so please excuse any of those spellings in the dialogue). Lastly, even though this story will be a romantic family drama, it will be rated M for sexual situations.

Please, enjoy!

Kismet

Prologue:

"Mama!" Thump! "Ma…mmm…Mama!" Thump!

"Liam! Stop kicking my chair!" she held up the folded piece of paper – having pulled over to the side of the road, she was looking for the house that matched the description. "Please!" she added, with two year olds, she had to remind herself: Patience.

"I wanna the blue one!" came his brother's high pitch screech – obviously not wanting his mother to forget about him.

"No. You have the red one," figuring out she needed to go further down the street, she checked her mirrors before she took off again – slowly driving by houses as she read the addresses.

"Blue one's mine!" she could see Liam's chubby little hand waving around the blue action figure toy from the rear view mirror. Having been on the road for over two hours, and not wanting to deal with two cranky sons she had caved and bought them a happy meal – though she applauded herself for getting them apple slices instead of fries. Points to you, Garcie!

Coming towards a cul-de-sac, she finally spotted the old ranch style home. It wasn't her dream home by any means - the dull beige decor and faded white shutters disappointed her colorful nature, but it was affordable and close to her new work. Plus having done her research, she had discovered that there was a really good school a few blocks away. Perfect for her boys to go to when they got older.

Pulling her orange-beast of a vehicle into the gravel driveway, she couldn't contain her excitement!

"Lookie!" she had unbuckled her seat belt and turned around. "We're here!"

"I don't feel good, Mama!" joy quickly turned to panic when she noticed her sons pale complexion. She knew what that meant. Jumping out of her car, she rushed around the vehicle.

"Hold on, hold on," half muttering, half praying to herself. She had gotten him unbuckled from his car seat and was just about to put him down and hand him a paper bag, when he threw up all over the front of her new blouse instead.

"Oh Ollie!" feeling sick and seeing his mother's shirt made the little boy cry harder. "No, no it's okay!" she gently rocked him back and forth, trying to reach for her purse and get out the baby wipes.

"I sorry, Mama!" he cried harder, and knowing what usually happened next – she quickly turned him around, where he threw up once more – covering their new yard with puke.

"I wanna get out too!" screamed Liam from his seat, his fingers clawing at his buckle.

"Wait a minute, please!" having quickly cleaned Ollie off – calming him down enough to sit in the front seat and sip on a juice box, she realized she still had to deal with her shirt since the acidic smell was beginning to make her nauseous.

Pulling a giant purple gym bag from the trunk, she zipped it open and dug around for a few minutes until she pulled out an old floral print baby doll shirt – considering it was the least wrinkled thing she could find, it would have to do.

Glancing around the neighborhood and not seeing anyone outside, she made a quick judgment call – standing behind the open car door, she quickly pulled her soaked shirt off and tossed it onto the hood of her car. Yanking a few towelettes free, she wiped her neck, chest and hands off. Finally cleaned off, she sniffed the air, confused as to why she could still smell the puke – her eyes widened and she squealed.

Oh, it was in her hair!

Grabbing a water bottle she poured it over the end of her hair and quickly dabbed it with an even older plaid button up shirt. Gosh, I hope the washer works here! Giving up, she gathered her hair up at the top of her head – biting the elastic off her wrist and quickly wrapping her long blonde locks into a messy bun.

"Excuse me, I think he belongs to you," a husky voice startled her.

Screaming, she spun around and nearly swallowed her tongue.

Oh, my goodness!

Probably the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on, stood before her. He was tall and even under that, perfectly fitted grey button up, she knew he was fit. Her head was cocked to the side and she had to suddenly lick her dry lips, completely memorized by his expressive dark brows which were arched in amusement over the loveliest pair of amber eyes.

Her lust addled mind worked enough to make her wonder if she needed a breath mint and reminded her that she should have shaved her legs this morning – only to look down, remembering she was wearing a pair of pink leggings, and it didn't really matter. The chatter in her mind ceased when he spoke again.

"Mama!" confused, she looked back up – shocked to see him holding her son.

"Liam!" she shrieked, rushing over to grab him from the man.

The man chuckled "He got out on the other side," pointing to the driver's side of her vehicle.

"Um, thank you," feeling like the worst mother ever, then she quickly glanced back to the front seat – relieved to see Ollie staring back at her, waving his now empty juice box in the air.

"We should probably head inside," though he adverted his eyes, he couldn't stop smirking.

"What?" she mumbled. Who was this guy?

He glanced back at her, eyes twinkling with delight as he let his eyes fall slowly to her chest. Miffed that he was being so bold, she was about to yell at him – when it dawned on her.

Oh goodness!

Eyes wide, she spun around quickly only to spin back around – Liam's soft blonde curls flouncing around his head. Trusting the man, she handed her son back over to him. Feeling her face heat, she was absolutely mortified. Standing there in the middle of the day, in probably her worst cotton bra she owned – you couldn't even tell it was lavender any more, she fumbled with the blouse she had forgot to put back on.

Taking a deep breath, she turned back around – once again reaching for her son.

"You must be Penelope Garcia."

She just nodded, not yet able to meet his gaze.

The man smiled and stuck out his hand. "I'm Derek Morgan."

To be continued…

A/N Next chapter should be out soon!