Emily's heart stopped when she heard those words leave her friend's mouth, her eyes immediately becoming waterfalls as her hands gripped the handles of her chair. "What?"

Hotch shook his head, his broken hand being cradled by the other. "I'm sorry, but I don't know you."

The brunette let her hand cover her quivering lips and chin, her eyes still glued on his. "You don't remember me? You don't remember my name, or where I work? You don't remember anything about me?"

Hotch looked to the woman and felt his heart break as she sat there balling her eyes out. "I'm so sorry miss, but I don't." When she let out a sob, his own eyes began to water. "Oh please don't cry. I'm really sorry."

When he realized her voice wouldn't work, her eyes still leaking and her hands shaking, he gave her his softest smile. "Can you tell me your name? A beautiful woman like yourself must have a gorgeous name. Please tell me it."

Emily bit her lip before looking down to her lap, her eyes closing so she only saw the calming black of her eyelids. "My name is Emily. But, you used to call me EmmyGrace."

"Why?"

Her smile appeared just as soft as before as her eyes lifted to meet his. "Cause you're my best friend. And my name is Emily Grace Prentiss."

Hotch felt pride well up inside him when the woman before him smiled, her tears momentarily stopping. "Can you tell me about it?"

Emily's eyebrows furrowed as her fingers wiped the drying tears from her cheeks. "Tell you about what? Your life? Our friendship?"

"Everything."

The brunette's eyes widened before letting out a nervous laugh. "Well your life is a little long, so there's no way I can really sum it up. But, you have a beautiful family, a hard job and some of the most amazing friends that anyone could ever have. And I know that because I see you almost every single day due to our job and friendship, and we have pretty much the same exact friends."

Before the man in the bed could get another word out, a little boy came crashing into the room, his eyes wide and his smile big before he jumped onto the bed. "Daddy!"

Emily's smile was soon lost when her friend didn't make an attempt to hug his own son, his hands stilled on the small boys shoulder as tiny arms wrapped tight around his neck. She bit her lip, keeping her tears at bay this time, watching as the boy she knew too well sat back in his father's lap. "Are you ok, daddy?"

Hotch nodded slowly to the small boy, his eyes wide as he saw the boy's brown orbs were identical to his. "I'm alright."

Emily let out a breath as she stood from her chair, walking over to the pair before taking Jack in her arms. "Honey lets go outside for a moment."

"Why Emmy?"

She rubbed her hands up and down the small boy's back before sending the older man who was staring at them a smile. "Because your daddy needs some time by himself, ok?"

Jack nodded into the older woman's neck.

Emily smiled softly as she took Jack's hand in hers, causing him to wave at his father. "Say bye to daddy, Jack."

"Bye daddy!"

Hotch nodded to the both of them, watching the doctor come into the room. "Goodbye Emma."

Emily shook her head slowly, slipping Jack onto her hip and giving a sad smile to a crying JJ in the doorway. "It's Emily."