* An update! I'm going to try to keep this updated, as it's all the new Criminal Minds action we'll be getting for the next few months until the new season starts, which I'm so ready for after that season finale (but thank goodness Reid is back!). Anyway, here's the new chapter. I hope you like it. *

"Derek, you can't live here like this." JJ gestured around the room, to the empty cups of coffee and the couple of Chinese Food take-out containers that she had brought him the night before. "You have to take care of yourself."

"No, I have to be here for them." Derek didn't move his eyes from Emily.

"You will be absolutely no good to either of them when in a few weeks you haven't slept or showered. I know that you don't think you can leave them, but right now there isn't much you can do, except take care of yourself and come back when you've slept in your own bed and for more than two hours."

"JJ." Said Derek sternly, not thrilled with the blonde's advice.

JJ shook her head. "I don't care what you think. Either you'll listen to me now or realize in a week's time that I was right."

"What if something happens while I'm gone. What if they have to need to do some emergency procedure and I'm not here to give my consent and it means life or death for her?"

"Okay, you need to stop doing that to yourself." JJ sat down in the chair next to Morgan, trying to grab his attention. "Emily's doctors have told you that she is doing well and that she is still sedated for the healing process. And that baby is in good hands, she has been since she got here. You know that."

"I don't know."

"I will call Rossi and ask him to come stay here with Emily and I will go relieve Penelope with the baby. Neither one of them will be left alone. It's just a few hours. You'll be back before you know it."

Derek took a deep breath, looking to Emily whose chest rose and fell as a machine breathed for her. It was a worrisome thought for him, that both of the most important people in his life weren't even capable of breathing on their own and he was thinking about going home to a hot shower and a bed more comfortable than a hospital chair.

"I just don't know."

"I'm not going to force you, just remember that you're only human and you can only last for so long."

"I'll be right back." Derek pushed himself out of the chair, kissing Emily's cheek before he left. JJ watched as he walked out the door not sure if he meant he would be back in a few minutes or a few hours.

"You look like hell." Penelope stated matter-of-factly from her chair next to the baby's incubator when Derek walked into the NICU.

She had been with the baby and Emily, trading off with Derek for the last two days. However, she had been able to go home thanks to JJ and Tara, who happily would have helped Derek too, but had been turned down by the new dad.

"You sure know how to charm a guy." Derek scoffed.

"Hey, I am just speaking the truth and obviously JJ couldn't convince you to take yourself home and clean up."

Derek shook his head slightly, not surprised that Penelope was the real culprit behind pushing him to leave. "I know you guys think that it's for my own good, but I can barely pull myself away for coffee and food, let alone actually walk out those doors without them."

"I'm not saying that it will be easy or that I don't sympathize with you, but chocolate thunder," She used her favorite nickname for him to ease the tension of the conversation. "you have to take care of yourself too, in order to care for them. As much as you would like to change everything and save the day, you can only do so much. But what you can do is make sure that when they are ready for you to be there for them every second of every day, which will happen between Emily and mini Emily, that you have taken enough time for yourself to be one hundred percent for them."

"This is the hardest thing I have ever done." Derek wiped a hand over his tired face, letting Penelope's words sink in and realizing that she and JJ were right about him needing even the shortest amount of time to pull himself back together. He had thought the first time he was sure that he was going to lose Emily and the baby was bad, but it couldn't even begin to compare to right now.

"Where the hell is she?" Derek plowed the emergency room waiting area toward Hotch and Rossi.

"Hey!" Hotch put out a hand, a signal for him to stop. "You have to calm down. No one will let you back there acting like this.

Derek stared at him for a moment, then abided by his request and try to take a few deep breaths. "Where is she?"

"She's down the hall, room 121." Rossi pointed in the general direction, as Derek took off.

He came crashing through her door, obviously startling Emily and JJ, who had ridden in the ambulance and stayed in the room with her. The panicked look on Derek's face made Emily want to laugh, the toughest man in the room was also the most scared, and JJ sympathized with the fear he must have been feeling since he got the call.

"Em…" Derek shuffled to the side of her bed, grabbing onto her hand, careful of the IV sticking out of vein in the top.

"That look on your face would convince anybody that you just lost the most important person in your life." She chuckled. "But it turns out I'm still here."

Derek just rolled his eyes.

JJ stood up from where she had been sitting and excused herself. "I'm going to go find Hotch and Rossi. Do you need anything?"

"No. Thanks, Jayje." The brunette turned her attention back to Derek. "I'm really sorry."

"I thought I lost you, both of you."

"You can't get rid of us that easily." Emily smiled softly, trying her best to get Derek to calm down, keeping her words lighthearted.

"Is this actually that funny to you?" Derek huffed.

Emily shook her head. "No it's not, but I need you to take it down a few notches. You're going to give yourself an ulcer if you keep this up. We are both fine, everything is good."

"Everything isn't good. You're lying in a hospital bed right now, Emily."

"For precautionary purposes. I hit my head when the truck hit us and I blacked out or I wouldn't even be here right now. We were barely going twenty five miles an hour and the truck had to be going even slower than that. All of this is completely overdramatic."

"It isn't if it means I know where you are and that both of you are okay."

"I hate to break it to you, but a few hours from now I will be back in the real world. You won't be able to keep me chained to a bed for the rest of this pregnancy, as much as you would like to."

"You're saying none of this scared you?"

"Derek, of course it did. But we can't spend the next six months of our lives waiting for something bad to happen, we will drive ourselves crazy. This was an unfortunate accident, mostly for the car, but everyone was fine. I can't let myself sit and worry about what will happen next. This is our jobs, stuff happens and when it does we'll deal with it, but not before then."

Derek looked at her, the messy bun of hair on her head and the calmness about her. "When did you become the voice of reason?"

"When I realized that I have a whole lifetime of worrying about our child to come, so I had to wait lose my mind over the little things for now."

"Oh there's plenty of worrying to come." Derek finally gave her a smile.

"But you know that it will all be worth it. Emily and your daughter are worth this and when it's all said and done, none of this will matter. All that will matter is being home as a family."

"You promise to let me know if anything happens, as soon as it happens?" Questioned Derek.

"Derek Morgan, you know damn good and well you're the first person I will be calling." Penelope pointed out to him obviously. "Go home."

"So we're assuming that this has something to do with both Emily and Doyle right?" Tara sat at her desk, flipping through the files on Ian Doyle. "I mean, if they both weren't involved in this guy's plan, then why else would he choose to come into the FBI."

"We're assuming that." Hotch said.

"But we just can't figure out how he found out about Emily or how we missed him the first time we were going after Doyle." Rossi sipped his coffee, looking at his own files that covered his desk.

"Maybe it's about money." Reid offered.

Everyone turned to him, Hotch eyeing him curiously. "What do you mean? He wanted Emily's money?"

"No. Well maybe he did, but that would have just been an added bonus to what he could have gotten from Declan."

"The other son?" Tara clarified.

"Yes. When Doyle died, Emily made sure that all the money that was left went to Declan, for school, for living, for everything that he would have needed and more, it was a lot of money. But the only person who knew that Declan had the money was Emily. Edsall could have tried to take the money some way, but Emily would have noticed right away that something was going on. I know that she watched his accounts and all the monthly statements went to her."

Reid had been reading through file after file, researching all that he could about Edsall, Ian Doyle, Declan, and Emily's ties to all of them. He had racked every option he could think of and this was the only one that seemed logical.

"So by getting rid of Emily first, he could gain access to all the accounts and not have to worry about her finding out that the money was disappearing." Rossi summed up Reid's idea.

Hotch nodded, thinking about what he had heard. "That could make a lot a sense. Can you get Garcia to look into what Declan had and who was handling all the money for her?"

"Sure." Reid stood up from his chair. "I'll also have her check Edsall's financials."

"Have you heard anything about Emily?" Rossi set down his coffee, as Reid went to call Penelope at the hospital.

Tara shook her head. "Nothing since last night. JJ said nothing had changed, but that Emily was still doing as well as could be expected."

"What about Derek?" Rossi was just as concerned about the agent falling apart.

"JJ was worried about him, so was Penelope. They said he had been sitting in Emily's room or with the baby for the last two days."

"No one is going to be able to convince him to leave, unless he decides to. But we all know Derek and if someone doesn't make him decide to leave, he will be living in that hospital until they can both come home." Hotch said.

"Well if anyone is going to convince him it's Penelope Garcia." Tara assured him that the blonde would be on duty.

Rossi nodded. "You got that right."

Derek shot up, awakened from his sleep by the nightmare he was having. Every time he had tried to close his eyes since he had come home from the hospital, he would dream of Emily, of her being beaten by the bastard who had put her in the hospital. All he wanted was a couple hours of sleep, a little time to clear his head, and the only thing that he could do was think about Emily and his daughter.

Derek rubbed his face with his hand and got out of bed, done fighting sleep. He walked into the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Penelope was right, he looked like had been through hell, which if he was being honest with himself was what all that had happened felt like.

The ringing of his phone, made him jump.

He ran to the side table where he had kept his phone in case someone called. The caller ID flashed JJ across the screen.

"JJ what is it?"

"It's Emily."

Derek's heart felt like it hit the floor, like he had been kicked in the stomach and all the air had escaped him. The tone of her voice made him run through every horrible scenario that he could come up with. By the time the blonde agent spoke again, he had convinced himself that he had lost Emily entirely.

"You need to get down here." JJ said solemnly.

But he could barely make out her words over the sound of his own heavy breathing and his feet hitting the floor as he ran out of the door.

* Well, well, well, what do you think is going to have happened to Emily? I will try to update in a timely fashion so you all aren't waiting too long. For now, leave me with all of your thoughts, comments, criticisms, how you want the story to continue. All reviews are appreciated equally. *