Author's Note: So, here you go! Thanks for all the reviews, guys. :) This has more of the BAU girls than the guys, so yeah. I think this is gonna be the end…

JJ trembled and was so shocked, Garcia had to catch her. JJ stumbled as she tried to get up.

"Wh-are you s-sure?" Garcia asked, a tear rolling down her face. The surgeon nodded slowly, as if he was sad about it as well.

"I-Penelope, I can't go in there. I-I'm sorry. Tell Emily I'm sorry," JJ mumbled, rushing out the door.

Penelope swallowed and pushed herself into Emily's room. The look on her face cleared everyone out.

"Hey, Pen," Emily said as brightly as she could muster. Penelope gingerly sat down in a chair that had been dragged by Emily's bed.

"Hey, Emily. Are you alright?" Penelope asked.

"Eh, as alright as I could be. I'm fine, really. It was just stress," Emily assured. JJ swung her head into the room, slightly avoiding Emily's eyes.

"Hey, Jayje," Emily smiled. JJ looked up, finally looking at Emily.

"Hey, Emily. Are you okay?" JJ asked.

"Yeah, I'm getting there. Are you okay? Something's up," Emily frowned.

Damned profilers, JJ thought. Penelope coughed awkwardly and exited the room.

"Nothing's wrong, Emily," JJ tried to assure.

"JJ. What the hell is going on with you and why are you avoiding the question?" Emily pouted.

"Emily…" JJ trailed off. Emily raised an eyebrow.

"I'm waiting," Emily said.

"I know he r-ra-…," JJ trailed off, choking up. Emily burst into tears.

"Em, I'm so sorry. I-I shouldn't have brought it up. J-just forget that I asked, okay?" JJ shook her head, coming up next to Emily. Emily took deep breaths in between each sob.

"I-I was so s-scared JJ," Emily bawled. JJ had never seen Emily so vulnerable, so defenseless. Almost… small.

"It's okay, Emily. You don't have to talk about it," JJ assured, trying to spare the poor woman from further pain.

"No, JJ. I-I need to talk about it b-because I feel like i-if I don't, I-I w-won't get o-ov-ver it," Emily stuttered.

"O-okay," JJ said, surprised that Emily wanted to actually talk about it.

JJ sat next to Emily for the next hour or so and cringed at every single detail that Emily made known to her.

"Em…" JJ trailed off.

Emily took a deep breath.

"I'm fine. I'm a lot better now that I've talked to someone about it," she sighed.

JJ patted her arm comfortingly.

"Do you want Jack in here?" she asked.

"Y-yeah. T-thanks," Emily said gratefully. JJ nodded with a smile and exited to bring Jack into the room.

Jack ran up to Emily's side and stuck his head over the side of her bed.

"Emmy, are you okay?" he asked. She smiled and tears welled up in her eyes at the little boy's concern.

"Yeah, buddy. I'm okay. Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm okay. I think," he mumbled. Emily reached out a sore arm and ran her hand down the back of his silky hair. She struggled to sit up and pulled him in close, glossy tears sliding down her face. Soon, she began to hear Jack sobbing into her shoulder. She kissed the top of his head.

"It's okay Jack. Everything is going to be just fine," she whispered half-heartedly.

Tears trickled down JJ, Penelope, and even Morgan's face as they watched Emily and the young boy cry together through the glass.

-Meanwhile-

In Hotch's surgery room, the line was slowly deteriorating.

"Come on, we're losing him!" the surgeon cried frantically. All of the sudden, the line went flat with a hair-raising, bloodcurdling tone.

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