Derek Morgan clunked his head on his desk in frustration and absentmindedly fiddled with the ring on his left hand. He and the rest of the team had been at the BAU for days, running on little to no sleep, desperate for anything new. The killings took place every three days like clockwork, and the team was racing against time to save the next victim.

Lifting his head up again, Morgan took in his surroundings. A rather large Agent Emily Prentiss was viciously scrubbing at her eyes, standing by the coffee maker and sniffing the scent of the crappy coffee. Dr. Spencer Reid was conked out, head propped up against the keyboard sitting on his desk. Aaron Hotchner, visible only through his office window, was glaring for all he was worth at a file who's contents had turned out to be just a colossal waste of time. Morgan knew who could help on this case, but found himself unwilling to say it aloud, not wanting his wife involved with the kind of person they were after.

As if on cue, Penelope Garcia-Morgan stepped out of the elevator and began crossing the room slowly, balancing her two-year old daughter, her purse, a box of pizza, and a drink carrier full of coffee. As she approached his desk, Morgan bit back his mix of surprise and pleasure, and hurriedly pushed back from his desk with such force that Reid was jolted awake. Quickly, Derek took the hot food and drinks and placed them on his desk, and Penelope blew out a relieved sigh.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, Baby Girl, but what are you doing here?" He asked her, eyebrows raised.

"Well, Norah and I decided that we weren't going to bed once again with you gone. Well obviously it was more me than Norah, and she fell asleep in the car on the way, and I realized that you probably haven't eaten lately, what with how distracted you can get when you're working a case, but you were so close to home, and I thought 'hey, I can't hurt anything, right?' but then I remembered that you've never introduced me to your coworkers before, and I might be breaking some sort of crazy rule, but then I realized that I really didn't care, and I missed my chocolate God of Thund-" Penelope's rant was cut short when her husband leaned in and kissed her, clearing her mind of everything that she was going to say.

It was then that Penelope realized just how much she had missed him. His hand went into her hair, and he pulled her as close as was possible without squishing the toddler between them.

Emily Prentiss hoisted herself off of Aaron Hotchner's couch and walked over to him, turning his chair, sitting on his lap, and wrapping her arms around his neck before planting a kiss on his lips.

"You're not going to find anything new staring at the same disappointing file. You either need to get something new to glare at, or get me some quality coffee to sniff, because Hon, I'm falling asleep." She told him in a serious tone, and for the first time in too long Hotch laughed.

"Em, I don't think smelling coffee has the same effect as drinking it. And you should try to sleep. It's not good for you to be stressed and tired," Aaron informed her one again, smoothing his hand over her protruding stomach.

"Not without you," she responded, as she did every time they had this conversation. Turning her head to look out at the rest of the team, Prentiss was shocked at what she saw. Using the desk beside her to get herself upright again, she moved closer to the window to confirm what she was seeing. It was Morgan, standing near his desk, kissing someone. The shock on her face was evident as she glanced back at her fiancé before staring back out the window. Coming up behind her, he saw the same thing; Morgan kissing a woman, a small child between them. From what was visible, the woman was pretty; curvy with blond curls and cream-colored skin. She was wearing faded jeans, and a Chicago P.D shirt that was too big. The little girl had caramel colored skin, and her brown curls were pulled up into two little pig tails, cute as a button.

In all the years the team had been together, none of them had ever met Derek Morgan's wife. In fact, the only reason they knew he was even married with a kid was because of the ring and the phone calls on the plane. Despite the fact that it was a little ridiculous, Morgan did his best to hide his Baby Girl from any law enforcement personnel that wasn't him. He knew that it wasn't rational, and he knew that when they had fallen in love all illegal activity on her part had ceased, but in Morgan's mind you could never be too careful with the ones you love. But it looked like that was over. Separating from Garcia, Morgan grabbed the food and drink and headed up to the round table.