AN: I don't own Criminal Minds. I don't have a beta (actively looking for one but haven't found one just yet).

Emily Prentiss was yet again puking in the women's bathroom. She had been battling with the flu for almost two weeks. It wasn't until Morgan walked by with a cup of coffee that she thought back to when JJ was pregnant with Henry. She remembered that everyone had to steer clear of JJ, during her first few months of her pregnancy, if they wanted a cup of coffee. At first, she thought that there was no way in hell that she was pregnant but then she remembered the one night stand she had had with her boss and good friend, Aaron Hotchner, two months ago; the one that he didn't remember.

Flashback

It had been a long and stressful case but they had managed to solve it with only one other person going missing. Everyone was thankful when Morgan suggested going to the bar to de-stress; even Hotch, which was surprising. Morgan bought the first round of beers. But Emily was craving something more so she ordered herself a couple shots of tequila; the case had been especially hard on her but she wasn't one to show it. Everyone started to trickle out after three rounds of beers except for Rossi, Hotch, and Emily. Emily had been taking three shots of tequila with every round of beer and Rossi was starting to get worried. He could see that she was trying to erase the images, of the girls, from her mind but it didn't seem like the alcohol was working.

"Em, don't you think that you've had enough?" Rossi asked as she threw back her twelfth double shot of tequila.

"Nope, I can still see straight," Emily said as she glared over at Rossi before heading back up to the bar.

"Dave, if you want to head home, I'll stay and make sure she doesn't do anything drastic," Hotch said as he watched over his two coworkers.

"How are you going to get home then?" Rossi asked.

"I'll be fine to get home. I've been nursing this beer for at least an hour," Hotch said as he lifted his third bottle of beer to show Rossi. "Go home. I'll have her call you once she gets home."

"Thanks," Rossi said as he pulled on his jacket.

"Rossi leave?" Emily asked as she sat down with six double shots of tequila.

"Yep," Hotch said as he watched her pass three shots off to him. "Please tell me that these three aren't for me."

"Sorry no can do. Now start drinking," Emily said before downing her thirteenth shot.

After five shots on his part and nineteen on hers, Emily leaned into Hotch and placed a kiss on his lips. Everything after that was a complete blur to her until she woke up around 7 am in an unknown hotel room, naked, and alone. After looking around the room, her eyes settled on a cell phone on the bedside table on the other side of the bed. As she picked up the phone, she realized whose phone it was; Hotch's. After getting dressed quickly, she headed outside and saw that they must have headed across the street after the bar closed for the night.

As she sat down in her car, she started to remember little flashes of her and Hotch having sex together. Before heading home, Emily checked her cell phone and saw that she had five missed calls, all from Rossi. When she got home, she called Rossi to let him know that she was alright.

"Hey, Dave. I'm fine," Emily said as she opened her front door. "I just got in."

"Where the hell have you been?" Rossi asked as he walked into the bull pen.

"After the bar closed, I thought it would be better to just rent a room at the hotel across the street rather then drive home last night," Emily said as she sat down on her couch.

"Hotch was supposed to make sure that you got home safely last night," Rossi said as spotted Hotch in his office.

"I told him that I was going to stay at the hotel," she said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Can you tell him that I'm not going to be in today and that I found his cell phone in my purse?"

"Sure. Are you ok?" Rossi asked.

"Yea, I just have a killer hangover and migraine that I need to sleep off for a while," Emily said as she looked at her package of birth control pills. "I'll be in tomorrow. Shit, I have to go."

"Ok, see you tomorrow," Rossi said before hanging up the phone and heading to tell Hotch about Emily and his phone.

Hotch came over to get his phone about three o'clock.

"Thanks, Beth was completely freaking out when she couldn't reach me last night," Hotch said as she handed him his phone.

"No problem," Emily said as she tried to keep the tears at bay.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said before leaving.

"Bye," she said before closing the door and sinking down against it.

Rossi was standing by her desk when she came out of the bathroom.

"Em, you really need to go see a doctor," Rossi said as she sat down in her chair. "This can't be the flu. You've been sick for two weeks now. I'll even go with you."

"I'll call and make an appointment for tomorrow morning," Emily said thinking about what she was going to do if she was pregnant.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Rossi asked as he placed a package of saltine crackers in front of her.

"No, I should be fine," Emily said as she grabbed her cell phone to call her doctor.

After spending five minutes on the phone with the receptionist, she had an appointment for nine o'clock the next morning.

"Nine tomorrow morning," she said as she passed Rossi to let Hotch know that she would be late coming into the office tomorrow.

After a long day of consults and paperwork, Emily drove an hour away to a drugstore to buy a pregnancy test. She didn't want anyone she knew running into her. She headed to the diner across the street to take the test. As she sat waiting for the results, she tried to remember all the statistics of getting a false positive that Reid had spouted during their last pregnancy case. After checking her watch and seeing that enough time had passed, she looked at the two plastic sticks that she held in her hand.

"Well, shit," she said to herself as the tears started to pool in the corner of her eyes before rolling down her face.

The next morning, as she waited to be called into a room, Emily kept checking to see if the lines were still on the pregnancy tests.

"Emily Prentiss," the nurse called into the waiting room.

As she walked into the hallway, Emily's stomach was churning.

"What are you here for today?" the nurse asked as Emily climbed onto the exam table.

"I think that I might be pregnant," she said as the nurse took her blood pressure.

"The doctor will be in with you in just a few minutes," the nurse said as she left the room.

After five minutes of waiting, Emily got off the exam table and started pacing. If she was pregnant, she thought about what she was going to have to do about her job. Was she going to quit? Or try working until the doctor put her on bed rest or maternity leave?

"Emily," the doctor said as she opened the door.

"Yes," Emily said as she moved back to the exam table.

"What makes you think that you are pregnant?" the doctor asked after rechecking her vitals.

"Two positive pregnancy tests, the fact that I am really sensitive to the smell of Chinese and coffee, and I have barely been able to keep anything down," Emily said.

"I'm going to do a blood test to make sure. I'll have one of the nurses come and draw the blood up now and then it should only take about forty minutes until we know the results," the doctor said as she stepped out of the room to grab a nurse.

After the nurse took her blood, Emily paced until she heard her cell phone go off. She saw that Dave had texted her. It read:

"How's everything going?"

She thought about how much she should tell him. She replied with:

"Won't know anything until the results come back sometime in the next hour."

After an hour and two chapters of her book read on her IPad, the doctor finally came back in.

"You were right. I want to do an ultrasound since you are here," the doctor said as she checked Emily's blood pressure for the third time. "Are you ok with that?"

"Why do you keep checking my blood pressure?" Emily asked as the doctor wrote in her chart. "Is something wrong?"

"Your blood pressure is a little high so we want to make sure that everything is ok with the baby," the doctor said before going to grab the portable ultrasound machine.

Emily just watched as the doctor got everything set up.

"The gel might be a little cold," the doctor said as she squeezed a generous amount onto Emily's flat stomach. "Wow. You're having…."

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