The start of the sequel...As I said things will seem a little crazy, but take it as they are...all will be explained, I promise you that! And of course I don't own Criminal Minds - sad times! Please read and review! :)

Emily Prentiss took a deep breath to try and control her nervous; panic seeping through her body. Holding out her shaky hands she looked down. Pregnant. Deep down she knew she felt different, she could feel it, she knew her own body. She was nauseous, her breasts were sensitive and she was exhausted. Tears pooled in her eyes at the situation. She had been engaged to her co-worker for a while now. Emily loved Jennifer Jareau more than anything in the world. They were just bringing up the conversation properly about living together...and now she was pregnant.

JJ leant against the countertop in the break room and sighed heavily. She jumped at the feeling of a hand on her back.

"You ok kitten?" Garcia asked concerned.

The blonde merely nodded.

"What's going on?" the tech asked softly.

"Emily's just acting really odd and distant today, I don't know what I did wrong," JJ whispered sadly.

The tech gently rubbed the profiler's back.

"Girls, we have a case," Rossi stated before heading to the conference room.

"Did you know about that?" JJ turned to look at her best friend.

The tech shook her head, "It must've gone straight through Hotch...that's not good."

Entering the conference room JJ placed a large mug of coffee in front of her fiancée and sat next to her taking a sip of her own.

Emily reached forward to pick it up before suddenly stopping and pulling her hand back again.

JJ frowned, "What's wrong?"

The brunette shook her head, "Nothing." She couldn't drink coffee. She wanted to say 'I'm pregnant' but she couldn't do it. The guilt of hiding such a big thing eating her alive. She wanted to tell her. She knew she had to tell her. But not there, not in front of everyone. How would JJ react? She dreaded her reaction.

The case was explained. Los Angeles; 6 victims; brunettes; 30-40s; an unstoppable unsub. "Wheels up in thirty," Hotch stated before disappearing from the room. Emily sighed loudly and disappeared from the room. She needed space. She needed to get her act together. She needed to do her job.

The blonde watched as her fiancee left the room; the coffee left on the table. She felt like crying but she smiled, though sadly, to her co-workers gathered her stuff and the mugs and headed for the exit.

"I hate this case," JJ growled as she slumped into the passenger seat of the SUV. Emily had been avoiding her all day. She was spaced out, quiet and distant. It terrified her. JJ knew she had to get to the bottom of it but she was scared to what the answer could be. They had been so happy, they were moving forward with their life, starting new chapters and suddenly it all seemed to be going downhill. And she just didn't know why.

"I know girl," Morgan said softly as he pulled out of the drive. He knew his friend was finding this case hard, the women were all the same age and type as her fiancée something he knew was upsetting her as it would anyone. Even he didn't like that fact. But he had also noticed, as had the whole team, the couple were in a rough patch. The tension was undeniable. Their loving and jovial nature lost in silence. Morgan had tried to speak to his best friend, but even Emily had been a closed door with him making an excuse and leaving the room.

Jumping out of the car once they arrived at the hotel, JJ sighed, "Well let's just try and get some rest and hopefully we shall have more luck with the case tomorrow," she stated to Morgan.

Morgan engulfed the profiler in a hug, "Just talk to her," he whispered in her ear kissing her head.

She nodded against his shoulder, pulled away and headed towards her room, "Sleep well Derek Morgan."

"Sleep well my blonde girl," he whispered softly after her praying tomorrow would be a better day. He hoped whatever was going on with the couple they had a chance to settle it in order to gain a successful nights sleep.

Standing outside the room, JJ took a breath. Partnered with Morgan, they had made one last suspect call while everyone headed for bed. Slowly she opened the door and stepped inside. She knew her fiancée would be in there. The room was dark, the lights from the streets filtered in enough for her to see Emily sleeping alone in the double bed. She quietly slipped into her pyjamas and carried out her bathroom routine before slipping under the bed covers. Carefully she moved closer to her fiancée and draped her arm over her waist kissing her softly on the lips. She had missed her so much. She had missed touching her. They had become a couple in constant need to be touching, a form of comfort in a way, and today it had been nonexistent. Finding the brunette's favorite t shirt, one of JJ's old college ones, had risen up slightly she slowly ran her fingertips over the bare skin of her stomach. She immediately felt Emily tense under her touch. "Emily," she whispered into the darkness, "Talk to me...please."

There was a long silence, "Jennifer...," Emily started shakily.

The blonde could hear in her voice how vulnerable she sounded and at that moment her heart stopped in a feeling of dread. She continued to absently trace her fingers back and forth along the brunette's bare stomach waiting for the brunette to continue.

"I'm pregnant," Emily whispered into the silent room immediately feeling her fiancee's fingers stop all movement.