An/ It has been far too long since I've updated--sorry. But never fear, here is a chapter and its a lot longer than the others have been. Enjoy

I still don't own Criminal Minds.

JJ and Garcia looked at each other in sheer panic. This could not be happening. The unsub indicated for them to sit down, which all three woman complied to without a word. Garcia, who had the least amount of experience with crisis situations, did not need to be told that this was bad. It was very bad. Of all the times she needed her dark knight to come and save her, this topped the list.

"Don't say a word." Johnny warned threateningly. Not that the women needed it, none of them were stupid enough to refuse in this situation. He carefully tied them up, he didn't mean to be too cruel to them, but he made sure that their bindings were tight, he didn't need them doing anything stupid. "I will be right back. Don't try anything."

As both unsubs walked out of the room, JJ calmly turned to Emily. "Keep your breathing regular. We don't need to panic the baby."

"I think its a little late for that." Garcia interjected. "The little parasite's probably terrified."

"MY BABY IS NOT A PARASITE!" Emily retorted angrily. This was not the first time Garcia referred to her child as this, it was a common nickname for the baby at the BAU after Reid explained how parasitic babies really were to their mothers. She didn't know why she cared now, but she did. Very much.

"Garcia--" JJ warned.

"What? If happy mommas make happy babies, then Emily is going to give birth to Attila the Hun."

JJ tried not to laugh, but her friends were hilarious under stressful situations. She was sure that this was the first time she'd ever seen Garcia or Emily crack a little under pressure, that responsibility usually fell to her. "Both of you. If we don't work together, then there is no way we are getting out of here. Pull it together."

"I will if she does." Garcia muttered.

"Fine." Emily conceded begrudgingly. "But now we are tied up. How do you two suppose we fix this one?" She bit out.

"Attila the Hun? I'd go more for a little Robespierre." JJ turned to Garcia.

"My child will not be beheading people. Or having his mistress slit someone in a bathtub's throat." Emily shook her head. "But no JJ, if we are saying that my baby is going to be some kind of a killer--which he isn't. Then he would definitely be Attila the Hun."

"Its go big or go home." Garcia mocked.

"Girls. Be nice." JJ said half-heartedly, she really shouldn't have to do this when both women were in their thirties. "Ok, here is what we're going to do. You two are going to shut up, and I'm going to figure this out. Ready, set, break."

Both women were silent for a few moments, before Emily spoke. "I don't think I like this plan."

"Me neither." Garcia agreed. "But did you figure anything out?"

"In the thirty seconds? No, sorry." JJ said sarcastically. "We need a diversion."

"A diversion? Perfect." Garcia exclaimed. "I'm usually so good at those."

"But your tied up, there's nothing that you can do that's very distracting." Emily reasoned before a sharp pain seared her lower back. "Oww..." She whispered quietly, hoping that niether JJ nor Garcia saw. The last thing they needed right now was another emergency.

"Are you alright?" JJ asked, filled with concern.

"Yeah, just a little baby kick." Emily lied. "Baby Hotchner is acting like a ninja lately."

"Are you sure?" Garcia responded, panicking. This was the most inopportune time for the parasite to make its debut.

"Positive." Emily grimaced.

"Maybe we have our distraction..." JJ noted innocently as Emily grimaced from the sharp pain.

"Morgan, you better be right about this." Rossi mused.

"I hope I'm not." Morgan shrugged. "What do you think Hotch would do if my hunch is right?"

"Put Emily in a protective bubble to keep her safe from all of the dangers out there." Rossi laughed. "Then he would tell Will to do the same."

"Like either one of them would go along with that." Morgan retorted. "They must be the two most stubborn women in the FBI, not that my Baby Girl is much better."

"Are you sure that something is going on?" Rossi asked again. There was no way that he would follow through with this if it was just Morgan being over-protective.

"JJ seemed too nice on the phone. I think somethings up." Morgan reaffirmed, turning off of the interstate onto the streets near JJ's small home.

"All I'm saying is you better be right." Rossi retorted.

"I will be." Morgan said, sure of himself as he punched harder on the gas.

"We are not using me as a distraction." Emily said through gritted teeth.

"Ems, it--" JJ began only to be cut of by a deep grunt coming from Emily's mouth.

"'oly mother of---" Emily panted. "Is it really this bad?"

JJ nodded. "It does tend to be pretty painful."

"We could get you to the hospital with all of those nice pain-killers if you would just scream and terrify our unsubs." Garcia agreed.

"No. I won't be a distraction." Emily said stubbornly. "And my baby is not coming now. I won't let him come when I'm being tied up."

"While I applaud your efforts, I don't think you can control that." Garcia reminded her friend.

"Why is it doing this to me? I've been so nice to the parasite." Emily whimpered, trying to act tough. She was an FBI agent, she couldn't cry, but boy, did she want to.

Garcia smiled gloatingly, Emily had called it a parasite. Maybe karma did have a sense of humor after all. "Yo, Johnny, get in here." She shouted.

One of the unsubs--Johnny--came out to see the commotion. This was his first home invasion, but he was pretty sure their hostages shouldn't be calling for them. "What do you want? Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" He grimaced, fingering his gun so the woman would know what options he held in his hands.

"She's in labor." Garcia informed, pointing to Emily. "And while, your the one with the gun, you can do whatever you want, if she doesn't get to the hospital soon, you're going to have trouble on your hands."

"Pete, get in here!" Johnny cried to his partner in crime. "We've got a problem."

Garcia smiled to herself, so nameless unsub had a name, but as the other unsub entered the room, she was worried of what would happen next. Johnny was just a kid, stupid enough to pull something like this, but not smart enough to do anything to dangerous to them. Pete was different, he was something to be worried about. The dark, obsidean glare he penetrated panicked Penelope to the core. What had they gotten themselves into?

As Morgan and Rossi arrived at JJ's house, the first thing they noticed was the figure they could see through the window. Morgan had thought something was up, but he hadn't anticipated someone actually being in JJ's home. They had no clue what the man they saw was capable of. Did he have a gun? Was he threatening them? Had he raped them? The possiblities and potential painful realities swarmed within them.

"Call Hotch. He needs to know." Rossi commanded to Morgan, pulling out his phone and dialing JJ's home number.

When Pete had come into the living room where the women were being detained, the panic and fear that had emanated from Johnny's face was absent on his. He wasn't going to feel rushed by the catalyst of Emily's child being born. He'd done time and he wasn't going back. Not alive at least.

"What are we going to do?" Johnny screeched.

"Were going to go through with the plan." He said in an eerily calm voice.

"She's having a baby!" Johnny reminded his co-conspirator. "That was not in the plan." Emily felt a small rising of hope swell inside of her, maybe this would work out after all. Then again...

"Accommodations will have to be made. But I see no reason that we have to tempt fate yet." Peteretorted. It was obvious to everyone involved who the dominant unsub in this partnership was. Johnny fell silent at his partner's command, and went back to guarding the women heavily. All three women looked at each other in fear, now were they not only being held at gun-point, but one of them was doing it while an eight pound child tried to meander its way down the birthing canal.

As Pete turned away, ready to go back to the stratagizing that they had previously done, he was stopped by the ring of JJ's phone.

"Pick it up. Now." Pete commanded, pointing a gun at JJ's head. "You know the routine."

An2/ I hope you liked it, let me know what you thought.