Morgan had come to the conclusion that tonight was all she wanted, which was all he wanted as well. They were at Josie's front door, and he was letting his hands travel as she groaned and tried to get the key in the lock. It was snowing, but not heavily, so he didn't mind making it a little difficult for her. He grew up in Chicago, cold just wasn't that big of a deal to him. He hoped Emily had gotten home though, he didn't like the thought of them driving around in the snow.

His phone rang just as she'd gotten the door open, and Morgan resisted the urge to sigh as he grabbed it. Hotch. Great, they had a case. He turned to Josie, "I have to answer this, it's work."

She nodded, and shut the door behind him, walking into the apartment, and removing her coat.

"Hotch, we catch a case?" He asked by way of greeting.

"No, this isn't about a case." Hotch voice was thick with trepidation, he didn't want to say whatever it was he called to say.

"Then what's it about?"

"Morgan, I just got a call from a friend in the Virginia state police, Emily and Addy were in a car accident. He recognized her name, and called me. They were just outside Arlington, so they were taken to Virginia Medical Center."

His heart was suddenly pounding in his ears. "Are...are they okay?"

"I don't know, he didn't know. All he could tell me was that Emily was unconscious and the EMTs were concerned about Addy's temperature." Hotch was speaking at the same volume, but his voice was starting to sound far away.

His throat dry, a pit of cold fear in his stomach, Morgan finally managed, "I'll meet you at the hospital." He didn't wait for Hotch to respond, just hung up.

"Everything okay, Derek?" Josie had returned from wherever she'd disappeared to, wearing nothing but a negligee.

"No, I have to go." He disappeared out the door without another word, racing down her front steps, back to his car.

He was coaching himself on deep breaths by the time he arrived at the hospital. His heart was racing so fast his chest ached, and he was trying very hard to not panic, But, oh god, if he lost them...

"Excuse me," he said to the woman at the triage window. "A woman and an infant were brought in early from a car accident. Emily and Adelyn Prentiss."

She nodded, and tapped a few keys. "They're both still in with the doctors, so I can't tell you anything. You said the infant's name is Adelyn?"

"Yes, Adelyn Rose Prentiss. It's spelled A-d-e-l-y-n."

She nodded, and typed more keys. "You're the father?"

Morgan nodded. "Yes, I am. Do you have any idea when I might hear something?"

"Sorry, I don't know that. Can I have your name, the child's birth date and hospital she was born at."

"Derek Morgan. Addy was born August 9th of this year at Georgetown." He wasn't about to try and explain her surprise arrival at 40,000 feet.

"We'll get her records, but is there any complications the doctors should know about?" She didn't look at him, just kept typing.

"She was premature, born at 35 weeks, barely more than 5 pounds, and she had an ear infection a couple months ago. Otherwise, she's been healthy," he said.

"Alright, is she covered under her mother's insurance or yours?"

"Her mother's. We have the same carrier and group, but I don't know her individual policy number."

"We'll get that later then. Fill out as much of this as you can, there's two sets there, for mother and child, bring it back when you're done." She handed him a clipboard and a pen. "I'll let the doctors know you're here, for now take a seat over there with everyone else."

Morgan took the clipboard, and shuffled over to an empty seat. It took every ounce of willpower he had to carefully fill out the papers, and not explode with fear and worry. He wasn't alone for very long though, Rossi arrived first, finding him in the crowd.

"Morgan, did they tell you anything?" The older man sat beside him.

"No, they just gave me every form known to man to fill out." He gestured to the clipboard. He finished the last bit of information he had for Emily, which wasn't much. How was he supposed to know when her last period was, or if she'd ever had surgery?

Sighing, he delivered the clipboard back to the nurse, who shook her head, before he could even ask for an update, and then headed back to his seat. He was stopped midway by a voice high with worry, and the hug that followed.

"Oh god, I just saw her, I was going to wait with her, but she said she'd be fine, so I left, and now I wish I hadn't, and have you heard anything yet?"

Morgan blinked at her rocket-speed talking, and finally said, "No, nothing yet."

JJ and Hotch weren't far behind her, and Reid followed them, everyone settling onto chairs to wait, Garcia clutching his hand like a lifeline. The longer he sat there and waited, the more he began to contemplate the idea of them dying, and the closer he came to losing his dinner right there on the ER waiting room floor. To get his mind off
that, he bowed his head toward his hands, one of which was still joined with Garcia's and began to pray, practically begging God.

"Mr. Morgan." He looked up to see the receptionist at the triage window waving at him.

"You have news?" He asked eagerly.

"No. We just received Adelyn's records from Georgetown, correct me if I'm wrong but that's not your name on her birth certificate?" She held a poor resolution fax copy out to him.

"I'm not her biological father," he confirmed, frustrated already.

"Then we can't give you any of her medical information."

"You can, legally I am her father, I adopted her," he insisted. He ignored the gasp heard from Garcia, and the surprise he was sure was on everyone else's face. Except Reid.

"If you adopted her, how come her birth certificate hasn't been changed yet?"

"Because, it only went through four days ago." He tried to keep his temper in check, but the woman was looking at him like she didn't quite believe him. "I promise you, she is my daughter, I am legally responsible for her. I will call Emily's lawyer tomorrow and have her fax the paperwork, but no one will be there this late."

"I can confirm it," Reid said, joining him at the window. "I was his character reference."

"And you are?"

"Spencer Reid, I'm Addy's godfather."

The woman sighed and stared at the two men. "You will get that paperwork faxed here as soon as possible tomorrow morning." Morgan nodded aggressively. "Then I will not mention any of this to the doctors, and I suggest you don't either."

He sighed in relief. "Thank you."

She shooed him back to his seat, and Morgan slunk into his chair. He turned to the four pairs of eyeing staring at him. "Not right now. After we know they're both okay, you can give me as much hell as you want, but not right now."

"It's true then?" Hotch asked, stern profiler face on.

"Yes, I legally adopted Addy." Hotch only nodded, and for that Morgan was grateful. Garcia gave him an annoyed look, and then a kiss on the cheek. He wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but she said nothing, just went back to holding his hand.

It felt like they waited forever, and Morgan excused himself at one point to pace and in curse in the cold. He also called his mother, asked her and the girls to pray for Addy and Emily. His eyes were wet and his voice was cracking by the time he hung up. Then it was back to waiting in the hospital.

"Adelyn Prentiss?" All six heads whipped to the right to see a woman in dark blue scrubs searching the crowd. Morgan was immediately on his feet.

"I'm her father, Derek Morgan."

"Dr. Taylor. Adelyn is doing well, Mr. Morgan. When the paramedics brought her in, she was in the mild stages of hypothermia. After we determined there was no head trauma, we put her in an incubator. Her temperature was about a degree away from normal when I left, so I'm confident it will normalize without a problem. Since infants use so much energy trying to warm themselves, we have her on IV nutrients to replenish what she lost. We'll be keeping her overnight, but she should be able to go home late tomorrow as long as there's no complications."

Morgan felt like he might just faint. "So, Addy is going be alright then?"

"Yes, she's going to be alright," the doctor confirmed with a smile.

"Can I see her?"

"Of course, the NICU is on the fourth floor, just follow the signs once you get upstairs."

"Thank you, doctor," he said shaking her hand. His little princess was going to be alright, now he just had to worry about her mama.

Garcia accompanied him up to the NICU, and he found the scenario very familiar. Looking through a big glass window at his tiny baby girl surrounded by monstrous-looking hospital equipment. Except this time, it was different. She wasn't just Emily's little surprise baby, she was his little baby too. And this time, Addy was hooked up to an IV as well as monitor's. she was sleeping, one little arm above her head, the other-which had the IV in her arm-was down by her side. If she'd been awake, he'd have asked to hold her, but he didn't want to wake her.

He inhaled, and the breath shuddered down his throat until it got caught at the lump that had been stuck there since Hotch called him. He swallowed it down, and a breathy sob escaped, seconds before the tears pricked his eyes.

"Hey," Garcia said softly, "It's okay, Derek, she's alright." She rested a hand on his bicep, rubbing it up and down in a comforting motion.

"I thought I'd lost her, babygirl."

She wrapped him up in a hug. "You didn't, though. She seems to have inherited her mother's resilience."

"Thank god for that," he agreed. Now he just needed know Emily was alright, and the pit in the center of his stomach would go away.

Garcia pulled away, and smiled at him. "Emily will be fine too."

He raised an eyebrow at her, then he shook his head. There was no use in questioning a woman that insisted she was omniscient.

"So," she said, "you're legally a daddy now. How does it feel?"

He didn't get to answer, Garcia's phone was ringing. She winced, expected a nurse or doctor to come out and reprimand her, but it was JJ, so she answered. "Hey...Yes, we'll be down."

"Emily?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah, her doctor finally came out." She stowed the phone back in her purse. Morgan took once last look at Addy, before accepting the hand Garcia offered, and heading to the elevators.

By the time they reached the team again, he was at least confident she wasn't dead. They would have read that off the doctor in an instant, and Garcia would have sensed it in JJ's voice. The doctor was a younger man, probably about Reid's age, and he held his colorful cap in one hand. He waited for confirmation that the whole group had assembled before launching into the explanation.

"Emily's injuries don't appear life-threatening, but they are extensive. I'm most concerned about the concussion, according to her medical file faxed by the Bureau, she suffered a concussion this time last year?" He looked at them for confirmation, and received several nods. "Concussions can have a synergistic effect, the second is made worse by the first, even with a year between them. Fortunately, she regained consciousness briefly at the scene, and came to again in the ER. I ordered both a CT and an MRI. So far, I haven't detected any bleeding or structural damage, and at this time, no functional deficits, though functionality will be better determined when she's awake. That being said, and keeping in mind that head injuries are extremely unpredictable, especially when there's a history, I don't expect more than mild cognitive side effects. She probably won't remember the accident, maybe even the hours just before it, and she might be a bit confused." He took a breath and studied them.

"That's good news then?" Garcia asked.

"Yes, it's good news..." he glanced in her chart. "Her other injuries include two broken ribs and a broken arm, both on her left side, and minor cuts and bruises. The ribs should heal on their own, but she'll have to limit her activity. Her arm is broken in two places, one toward the top of the humerus," he pointed to the area about two inches below his shoulder, "and in the middle of her radius." This time he pointed to the center of his forearm. "The orthopedic specialist, Dr. Hanover is casting her entire arm, and she'll have to wear a sling to keep her shoulder and arm immobile while she heals...any questions?"

It was JJ who thought to ask. "What kind of painkillers are you putting her on?"

"I'm waiting until she wakes up, and will determine how severe the pain is then."

"She's nursing, is there anything safe for that?" She asked.

He thought a moment. "Each drug has it's own risks, some less than others. It will ultimately be her decision."

"When can we see her?" One glimpse and Morgan could believe she was alright.

"I'll have a nurse come out and let you know, it shouldn't be long though."

Morgan nodded and extended a hand. "Thank you, doctor."

So, I suppose it would depend on the hospital and personnel involved, but it may be a bit unrealistic of the intake nurse to let Morgan have that info without the adoption paperwork available. Someone in the medical field can correct/confirm if they feel like it. And, being that I am not a doctor, I did my best with the injuries and medical jargon. Other than that, thank you all very much for the reviews, this story should be updated more regularly from her on out. Thanks for reading!