Author's Note: This is my first Criminal Minds fanfic. It takes place before the season three finale. All you really need to know is JJ is still engaged to Will Lamontagne and is pregnant.
Title: Beautiful Disaster
Summary: If William Lamontagne Jr. isn't the father of Jennifer Jareau's baby then who is?
Rating: M
Chapter One
The word pregnant kept running through the head of Jennifer Jareau as she let her still shaking hand drift to her flat stomach. Her big deep blue eyes were filled with panic as they focused solely on the white stick that was sitting on her bathroom's counter top. She had been sick for weeks but the last thing she thought she was, was pregnant. As cliched as it sounded, she believed she had the flu. Believing she had the flu was a much better alternative than daring to even think she might be pregnant. Because if she was pregnant she would have to face the fact that one of two men could be the father of this baby. She prided herself on her honesty; on her ability to be a straight shooter. The one thing she had vowed never to do in her life was decieve another and she broke that vow months ago. She broke that sacred vow when she cheated on the man she claimed to love with another.
She told herself over and over that night with another was a mistake but she knew she was only lying to herself. It wasn't a mistake. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. But in secret she had wanted him longer than just that one night. Deep down in the deepest parts of her mind, body and soul she knew she had wanted him since she had laid eyes on him. Back then she had been a young up and comer working her way through the ranks and he was a steadfast, intense field agent climbing his way up the ladder at the BAU. He was going places and she was just trying to find her footing. But that didn't matter to her. She still wanted him. It was wrong for her to want him she would find out later as she stood in his office doorway one afternoon and watched him kiss another. But the woman she saw him kiss wasn't just any woman she was his wife. So without him even knowing she bowed out gracefully in the race for his heart and went about her life just as he went about his.
Then suddenly one night everything changed. His wife had left him. In the dead of night when they were on their way back from Portland, Oregon she had packed up her things and their baby son's things and was gone. Where she had taken their son to, he didn't know. Just like he didn't know if she was ever coming back. But what he did know that night was that he needed her. That night he not only needed her, he wanted her. And as badly as she wanted too as badly as she knew she should have, she didn't say no. She let him need her, want her and have her. He knew she belonged to another and before the first rays of the morning light, he was gone from her bed leaving nothing behind but his fresh, crisp oceanic scent on her sheets and pillows. Tears had sprung to her eyes when she realized he was gone but she wouldn't let them fall. Instead she laid back down in her bed and clutched one of the pillows next to her, inhaling as much of what was left of his scent as she could.
When the saw each other at work that same day, they acted accordingly. He played his role of the intense stern Unit Chief and she played her role as the happy yet all business media liaison. None of their co-workers were the wiser that something forbidden had happened between the two of them the night before. After the case they caught was over when they were on the flight back from Manhattan, Kansas to Quantico they were the only ones still awake as everyone else had fallen asleep long before them. They both ended up agreeing to chalk the previous evening they had shared as a one night thing. As something that would never happen again. But they were wrong. It did happen again and again. As far as everyone around them knew, he was still reeling from his wife leaving him and taking their son and she was still engaged to be married to the affable New Orleans Detective William Lamontagne Jr. whom she had met while the team had been working a case down there. None of their friends/co-workers new the truth. They had no idea of the clandestine nights the Unit Chief and the media liaison were spending together.
But now everything was different. Now everything changed since she was apparently pregnant. If Will found the pregnancy test he would be thrilled as thrilled as the day he was when he slipped the simple three quarters karat diamond ring on her finger, but she doubted he would be as thrilled if he knew the baby she was carrying could belong to another man. A lone tear fell from her big deep blue eyes and she blinked back the rest. For the first time in her adult life she didn't have the answers. She didn't know how to handle this. Or what she was going to do. She shut her eyes and sunk down onto the floor of her bathroom, pulling her legs underneath her chin and with her eyes still closed, she slipped her engagement ring off of her finger letting it fall to the tile floor with a hollow thud. Tears streamed down her face and her body began shaking as she struggled to hold onto her emotions.
When her body stopped shaking she took big gasping breaths as she struggled to get air into her lungs. Sighing heavily she ran her fingers through her hair and wondered how exactly she was supposed to deal with this. Will would be coming up to Virginia in a few days and by then she was sure she wouldn't be able to hide her morning sickness. Then there was the other man. The man she had been seeing secretly all this time. What would he do if he found otu? What would he say? Would he be mad? Would he be happy? She wasn't sure what he would be but she needed to know.
Picking herself up off the bathroom floor, she walked out of her room and sat down on the edge of her bed. Pulling her legs underneath her chin again, she cradled the phone in one hand for a moment before dialing his familiar number with shaking fingers. When his familiar intense business like tone entered her ear, she reveled in the timber and the molasses like quality to his low voice for a moment before saying softly, "I need to see you. It's important."