Grimacing, the FBI agent shouldered her go-bag and followed her boyfriend from the car and into the BAU's bullpen. "I don't know what the big problem is."

Hotch turned to look at the younger woman. "Emily, it's been almost an entire day. You're lucky I didn't demand you to go to the hospital when this first started."

Emily glared. "Demand me?" She huffed, sitting her bag down beside her desk when the older man immediately started to apologize. "I'm fine, I swear."

The couple had been arguing since lunch the day before, Hotch noticing his girlfriend's pain when she'd wince every good few minutes. Today he noticed it was worse, but the independent woman still said nothing.

"Emily," the Unit Chief warned softly, a hand to his girlfriend's back as they walked into the conference room. "We just got back from Texas. Can you please go to the doctor?"

Emily quickly sat herself down in her desk chair and waved him off.

"Emily," the older man said in a harder tone, "this could be serious."

"Aaron, I don't want to discuss this anymore," she huffed, turning away from the older man so he couldn't see the strain on her face as another shot of agonizing pain ran across her stomach. "If it still hurts tomorrow morning then I'll let you take me to the doctor." It was their first Saturday off in almost two months, and if he wanted to spend it in a boring doctor's waiting room then that's what they would do.

He could hear how out of breath she sounded, and he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "I'm going to get you a glass of water."

Emily huffed, sitting up with a hand to her stomach as she logged onto her computer to check over her emails.

"Tesoro?"

The brunette agent immediately shook her head at the voice of the older man. "I'm fine, Dave."

The Italian man stood quietly behind the younger woman until he watched her hunch over her desk, a whimper escaping her lips. "Darling," he whispered, kneeling beside the agent and gripping her hand. "What is going on?"

"My stomach," Emily hissed, staring out to the far off windows as she waited for the pain to go down. "I have the worst cramps."

"Do you think it's your appendix?"

The ambassador's daughter felt her eyes begin to sting as she shook her head. "Had it removed when I was seven." Crushing her friend's hand, Emily turned to look down at him. "Aaron wants me to go to the doctor."

Rossi nodded. "I think that makes sense. You're crying, Emily."

"Emily?"

Emily let her boyfriend replace Rossi's position and help her from the chair. "I can't breathe," she rushed out, letting him put a hand to her stomach. "I think I'm going to throw up."

"Your stomach is hard as a rock," Hotch said confused, rushing to put down the cup of water he had gotten for his girlfriend and immediately steered her toward the elevators.

"No Aaron, no! I don't want to go to the hospital," she cried.

The older man glared at his subordinate as they waited for the elevator to arrive, Hotch afraid she wouldn't be able to make it all the way down the stairs. "Are you being serious right now, Emily? I wish you could see yourself and how red your face is from crying." He knew she was scared, she never wanted to go to the hospital, but if there was any chance that her life was in danger then she was going to the hospital.

Emily's chin trembled. "What's happening?" Rossi and Morgan followed them into the elevator and rode down with them to the first floor parking garage. "Aaron, what's going on?"

"Princess," Morgan shouted, watching as a puddle on the floor seemed to wash over all of their shoes. "Girl, do you need a bathroom?"

The brunette couldn't even look down, embarrassed and in too much pain, at what the dark skinned man was talking about.

"Sweetheart, are you pregnant?"

Emily's head whipped around, the dinging of the elevator echoing around them. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard you ask in my life," she ground out, hiding her gasp as another aching pain shot through her stomach. "Fuck!"

Hotch caught the brunette as she almost fell to the ground the moment they stepped out of the elevator.

"Aaron," she grimaced, pulling the older man down with her as she fell to the pavement beneath her. "Aaron it hurts."

The Italian helped his pseudo daughter lay back, using his suit jacket as a pillow so her head wouldn't hit the ground.

Emily could feel herself almost breaking her boyfriend's hand as she let out a blood curdling scream. Finally breaking away from the man she had fallen in love with, the agent hurried to undo the button of her parents. "Dave, get my shoes."

Morgan watched as the two got her shoes and pants off in less than a few seconds. "Em?"

Her back arched as she cried. "Get a doctor!" She could barely hear her own heartbeat as her breathing grew harder, her free hand gripped the hemline of her blouse. "It's coming out," the agent sobbed, feeling her pelvic bone almost break in two from the pressure.

Hotch let Morgan take his spot by his girlfriend's side so he could hustle his way over to Emily's spread legs. "God."

She was giving birth.