A/N: Guys, thank you all so much for the reviews on the last chapter. They made me really happy and because of that, here is another chapter real fast :)

Just to answer some guests' reviews, I know some of you may not like so much the idea of Emily being preg but that's the essence of this fic, ever since I started writing. We will watch them building their relationship and trying to cope with a baby on the way, first building the trust between them and finally finding some true love on each other.

I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted but, give it a shot. Maybe you'll get surprised.

Chapter 4: Doubts and Possibilities

His voice rang on her ear. Do you take the pill? Suddenly her legs were too shaky and she could almost hear her heart beating fast and loud like sledgehammer on her chest. She hadn't even thought about this and now she was feeling so stupid and scared that the only thing she could think about was how much she wanted to cry.

She barely noticed Hotch trying to get her attention and guiding her towards the bed, sitting her at the end of it and kneeling in front of her. Her head was spinning with the possibilities of having to deal with the consequences of their abduction. All she wanted to do was to leave everything behind them, forgetting all about this damn city and that psychopath, just trying to move on with their lives and not having to think about what happened between them in that basement.

But now there was a possibility of something more. Now it was pretty damn possible that she would leave this town carrying a living proof of what happened between her and the man in front of her and she didn't know how she was supposed to deal with that. What would happen if she got pregnant with Hotch's baby? What would happen with their jobs? How were they supposed to explain this to the Bureau? Ever since the basement her and Hotch had come to a silent agreement to not divulge the details of what happened between them in their reports.

They both knew that if their superiors find out what happened they would be submitted to a psychological evaluation and their working relationship would be constantly watched to see if there were any residual scars that could jeopardize their work on the field, their trust in each other. Not to mention what Strauss would do to use this piece of information to try once again to destroy Hotch's career, since her plan to use Emily didn't come out the way she expected.

The team was another thing. They knew that they were already suspicious about what had happened during the almost twelve hours they were held captive and they also knew that they wouldn't be able to hide the truth from them forever, so they'd have to come up with a way of telling them what had happened sooner or later because it was better than let their minds wondering innumerous possibilities.

But now? Now with the possibility of her being pregnant how were they supposed to hide this? What was going to happen with their careers? How could they explain what had happened? Would they be allowed to stay on the same team? Would Hotch be reprimanded? What would the team think? How would they cope with a baby? Would she be allowed to be on the field?

Not to mention the other questions not regarding their jobs. How would they raise a child together? How things would work? What would her mother think about that? She always bugged Emily to get her a grandchild but what would she think about Emily being pregnant by her boss? What would Haley think about that? What about Jack? Would he want to have a sibling? Would Hotch even want to involve his son in this? Would Hotch even want to be involved at all?

She knew she was hyperventilating and she startled when two strong hands cupped her face and forced her to look into Hotch's eyes. "Emily!" He said forcefully and she blinked twice, focusing on him. "I need you to breathe for me… can you do that?" He said more calmly and she nodded at him, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, that's it. Just breathe. In and out…" He said while doing the same thing. She took a couple of deep breaths, finally feeling her pulse slowing down. "How are you feeling?" He asked softly, dropping his hands from her face and placing them on her knees.

"Hotch, what am I going to do?" She whispered and there was still a trace of panic on her voice even though she was considerably calmer.

He squeezed her knees and looked deeply into her eyes before answering. "There's no 'I' here, Emily. We're in this together and we'll deal with this together, okay?" He said and she found herself nodding. "First, we need to know for sure. It was just once so there may be a chance that nothing happened…" He reasoned but she shook her head.

"I'm right on that part of my cycle, Hotch. There's a high change that something did happen…" She said quietly and he sighed, dropping his eyes to his hands on her knees.

"We'll have to go to the hospital as soon as we get home to do a blood test. I don't think a pharmacy one will be accurate…" He said and she nodded. "After that, if you're really pregnant, then we'll sit together and we'll decide what we're going to do. Together." He said emphasizing the last word with another squeeze on her knees.

"Okay…" She whispered at him and nodded. They stood right there, in silence, thinking about the ramifications that her possible pregnancy would have and how would they deal with the consequences.

After a few minutes in silence Hotch look at his watch and saw that it was already almost six in the morning. "Do you think you can sleep a couple of hours? We'll take off at ten so we have at least three and a half hours to sleep before having to get ready…" He asked and she nodded slowly at him.

"I think… I don't know… I just honestly don't want to face anyone else right now…" She said and he knew she was talking about JJ and how the blonde agent would still be awake waiting for her.

"Do you want to stay?" He asked quietly and saw the way she was struggling to give him an answer. "It's not like we haven't sleep together before… only this time will be more comfortable…" He said with a slight amused smile and she smiled back at him, thankful at his attempt to once more take her head away from her dark thoughts.

"If you don't mind…" She whispered and he shook his head negatively.

"Absolutely. Do you want to take the first shower?" He asked and she nodded, both of them getting up. "There's the hotel's shampoo and fresh towels under the sink. I have an extra toothbrush on my kit, I think…" He said digging into his go bag. He turned back to her with the new toothbrush and a pair of clean sweatpants and a Harvard t-shirt.

She raised an eyebrow at the t-shirt. "Are you seriously expecting me to wear that?"

He chuckled at her and shoved the items in her hands. "Well, Yale girl, it's the only thing I have clean. Like really, the only. I may have to sleep in only sweatpants. Is that okay?" He asked a little more serious.

Emily looked at the t-shirt in her hand for a few seconds before shrugging. "Well… it's not like I haven't seen you naked yet, right?" She asked with a tentative smile and he nodded at her. "I won't take long…" She said going to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and leaned back against the wood, sighing tiredly. She proceeded to take off her dirty clothes and turned on the hot water, wincing slight at the contact with her skin but relieved for finally washing off the residues of that place.

She washed her hair with the coconut shampoo of the hotel and soaped her whole body, cleaning herself thoroughly. She rinsed her hair and applied a bit of the conditioner, massaging her scalp slowly, enjoying the feeling of cleanness. She finished her shower and dried herself with one of the towers. She used the toothbrush he gave her and brushed her teeth twice, trying to erase any traces of the food she ate there.

When she finished her cleaning process, she noticed that she didn't have a clean pair of panties so she just put the sweatpants without underwear, too sickened to even try to put her dirty ones, and smiled faintly at the small joke putting the Harvard t-shirt. She was immediately drowned in Hotch's essence but she made a huge effort to ignore that and just finished drying her hair and brushing it with a small brush on the top shelf of the cabinet.

She gathered her clothes and hid her panties and bra inside her folded pants, opening the bathroom's door to see Hotch sitting in the end of the bed watching the old carpet floor. "Bathroom's free…" She announced quietly and he snapped his head up, startled at the sound of her voice. "Are you okay?" She asked him, seeing the somber look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine…" He said quietly getting up. "You can lay down... I'll be out in a minute…" He said passing through her and closing the bathroom's door with a low thud. Emily sighed and dropped her clothes on the armchair, walking towards the bed and laying on the right side. She lay there, flat on her back, looking at the celling while she heard the sound of the shower and for some reason it calmed her to the point that she let her eyes drift off and sleep slowly caught her.

She startled with the shift of the bed when Hotch lay down beside her on the left side. She turned on her side to look at him, bare chest and damp hair, and he suddenly appeared so tired and fragile that she felt her eyes watering. Without her knowledge her hand came up to cup his cheek and she looked at him with worried eyes. "Hotch, are you okay?" She whispered in the silence of the room. It wasn't dark anymore, passing six in the morning and the sun was trying to get in behind the curtains.

Hotch brought his own hand to touch hers on his cheek and laced their fingers together, giving it a light squeeze and placing it on the bed between the two of them. "I'm okay…" He whispered back. When she opened her mouth to argue with him he quickly cut her. "Let's get some rest, Emily. We have a long day ahead us and we're both exhausted. We'll talk tomorrow, okay? Or better, later today…" He said with a humorless chuckle.

She just nodded at him and let her eyes drift shut again, allowing herself to a small moment of peace, fearing that things wouldn't be over so soon and that she would need all her strength to face the things that were waiting for them at home. They lay there together, both on their sides facing each other, their hands intertwined between them, while the sun announced the start of a new day outside.

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Hotch was the first to wake up a couple of hours later. He had set his alarm to nine-thirty, giving them enough time to get ready and packed to leave at ten. He turned it off with his free hand and smiled faintly at the sight of his brunette colleague sleeping beside him. At that particular moment she had a peaceful look on her face and he sighed, knowing that it wouldn't be like that for long.

He turned on his back without taking his hands off of hers and looked at the celling, thinking about how things would work out for them from now on.

He almost smiled at the thought of being father again, even in such circumstances. He never expected to be in this situation, ever. When he thought about giving Jack a little sibling was in his sad illusions of finding someone who would be right for him and starting another relationship, this time without so much rancor and deception. He dreamed about getting married again and building something good with a great woman and just then starting a new family.

He never thought about getting his subordinate pregnant, much less in so awful circumstances. Man, Strauss would make a blood bath out of this situation, he was sure of that. The team would be affected and maybe even split up because having this kind of tie between co-workers was deeply frowned up. Their careers would be marked by this case, that was for sure, and things would never be the same.

They had to talk seriously about what they would do because he knew that losing their jobs wasn't an available option for either of them. He knew that they couldn't hide this from the team, it wasn't fair to leave the hanging like that, but if they could at least find a way to leave the Bureau out of this it would be the ideal.

He wasn't surprised by the fact that an abortion didn't even cross his mind. He didn't know Emily's opinion about the subject but he couldn't even think about the possibility of killing his baby. He would never force Emily into anything but he knew that he would do his best to convince her to keep the pregnancy, if that was the case.

With another tired sigh Hotch disentangled his hand from hers and got out of the bed, taking his go bag to the bathroom where he changed into his last clean suit, opting to wear just his dress pants and shirt, without the tie and jacket. When he got out of the bathroom he noticed Emily still sleeping peacefully and decided to go grab them some coffee and take her go bag from JJ's room so she could change.

He grabbed their coffees thankful for knowing how she took hers perfectly, and walked his way back to the team's floor. On his way to JJ's room he spotted the whole team gathered in the middle of the hall, talking quietly in front of Rossi's door. "Morning…" He greeted them and they looked at him with curious eyes. "JJ, could you please give me Emily's bag so she can change?" He asked and the blonde agent nodded quickly, entering her own room and coming back in just a few seconds, bag in hand.

"I had already packed for her when I woke up…" She said passing him the bag. "Is she still sleeping?" She asked hesitantly. Hotch sighed looking at his friends and felt bad for leaving them in the dark imagining things, but he couldn't do that to Emily. They needed to talk first.

"Yes, she was still sleeping when I left the room. We stayed up talking until after six so I let her sleep a little more…" He explained. He started to turn his back to walk away but stopped, looking at their concerned faces again. "I know you all want to know what happened in that basement…" He started. "And yes, something did happen with us there, especially with Emily. No, she wasn't physically harmed and no, that son of bitch didn't touch her while we were there…" He said and saw relieve in their faces. "But something did happen. We won't hide it from you, we just need to talk first and sort some things out before we can tell you what happened." He explained and they nodded. "I'd like to ask you, do not question Emily about that. Do not speak with her about what happened unless she comes to talk to you first. Do not pressure her into anything. Please, advise Garcia of that. Emily needs to process things first and when she's ready, when we're both ready, we will talk to you guys, okay?" He said firmly but somewhat softly and the other profilers just nodded at him.

"Don't worry, man. Just… take care of her…" Morgan said quietly and Hotch nodded.

"She's not alone in this, don't worry." He said. "We'll meet at the lobby in twenty minutes, okay?" He said and walked away when they nodded.

The team stayed in silence watching him get into his room and then looked at each other, all of them noticing the suddenly use of Emily's first name and the way he seemed to protect her ever since they were rescued. They knew that something big had happened but now they also knew that the two agents needed more time to process things before involving them. And the only thing they could do was to respect that.

A/N: Next one will be up soon and we'll have their serious talk after Emily's pregnancy test, trying to figure how they will deal with the Bureau, their families and the team. Feel free to send suggestions. I'm sorry for any errors.