Argh, massive apologies again, it seems I can never update on time. Although, this time it is completely not my fault, the internet at home has not been working since Friday. I had to come down to my Auntie's today to update the story for you guys.

Hopefully the internet is back up soon and you will get your update soon, although, the way AOL seems to be going, that is not going to happen.

Thanks anyway, for the reviews, I really appreciate them although I might not have PMed you a thanks due to the internet.

Anywho, here's the next bit:

Chapter Four

Elle had been keeping track during the drive, trying to pinpoint exactly where they were. But eventually, everything begun to merge into one and then she was completely lost. Giving up the idea of watching each tree, looking for a sign, and instead she looked to the clock again... It had been another twenty four minutes. She knew what was going to come. But how the hell was she going to hide that from the man next to her that was watching her like a hawk.

"Hotch, did you see that?" She asked, it was a long shot. A frickin' far off long shot. But it worked, as his attention was drawn to the window.

"See what?" He asked.

Elle never managed to reply. Biting on her lower lip again, and pressing her hand back onto her stomach. She held her breath to stop herself from crying out with the immense pain. Her eyes soon shut, and she felt herself lurch forward. Unable to stop the groan that left her mouth. It seemed her distraction only lasted for a moment, as she felt Hotch's hand on her back and his worrying words.

"Elle, what is it? What's wrong?" She gave a shake of her head, to tell him it was nothing to worry about. "Elle!" He said a little more forcefully. There was still no answer from the brunette, so he looked up and caught eyes with Jimmy in the rear-view mirror. "What the hell have you done to her?" He asked, with a boss like tone.

"Me?" He laughed, breathily. "It's nature taking it's course." There was a small laugh as he saw Hotch's startled look.

"God." He gave a small groan.

"Mother Nature. More like." Jimmy smirked. "Elle, you might want to breathe through it. You won't last pretty long if you keep holding your breath." He taunted her.

"Shut up, Jimmy. Let her out, and just take me." He almost begged.

"Oh the great Agent Hotchner, begging to be taken. Always the hero. Not this time." He laughed, again. "I'll be back." There was a moment where Hotch had only just realised that the car had actually stopped. In the middle of an abandoned field. There seemed to be nothing for miles around. "Don't try anything stupid, Agent Hotchner. Officer Greenaway won't get very far." There was another evil laugh from him. Jimmy got out of the car and he checked that Hotch was still handcuffed to the door before pointing to a blanket by the back seat. "Make her comfortable. Wouldn't want this to be worse than it already has to be." Then he locked the car and double checked they really could not get out.

Hotch watched him for a moment, before looking back to Elle, who was slowly sitting back up.

"You okay?" He asked, but it was a stupid question. There was not a chance in hell she was okay. Now, not only was she kidnapped, she was in labour.

"I'll be fine." She told him, giving him a shaky smile.

Hotch flashed her a reassuring smile back, before he grabbed the blanket and threw it over her body.

"You just need to stay calm." He told her.

"How Hotch? There is no chance in hell we're getting out of here! I'll have this baby, and we'll both be dead, and she'll never see her daddy!" Hotch fought the urge to wipe away one of her tears, instead he just sighed. At least she was letting it all out.

"The team is looking, okay, they'll find both of us, and you two till be fine." Hotch reassured her, "They're still as amazing as they ever where. I promise." He gave a reassuring rub on her arms. "Now, did he give you anything? Did he induce the labour?" Elle shook her head.

"He knocked me out... I think with chloroform, but I think this is all stress." She told him.

"Okay then, this could all be a false alarm, then. I need you to seriously stay calm. Leave all of the worrying down to me, okay. Just focus on deep breaths. And if it is false, then that's fine. But if it's not, I would rather no know." Elle gave an understanding nod and took a deep breath. "Your waters haven't broken or anything, have they?" She gave a shake of her head. "Okay, that's good."

Then the car fell into silence, as Elle got herself a little more comfortable on the seat, fixing the blanket over her. Both of her hands fell onto her stomach.

"Thank you." She timidly said, looking up to him. He could see the small smile lingering in her eyes.

"Don't worry about it." He gave her a small smile. Then resumed looking around the car for a cell or a way out.

"It's no use. He's taken our cells, guns and he has locked the doors." Hotch gave a defeated nod, thumping back in his seat.

"Don't panic." He told her, again, hoping to keep her calm.

"I won't."

There was a short moment where he wondered whether doing this was right. He knew he could probably break the handcuffs, smash the window and get out. But that meant leaving Elle behind. There was a soft gulp, as he thought over everything. Would he want some man leaving Haley behind if she was kidnapped and in labour? He gave a shake of her head. No. That was decided then. If Elle could not get out, he was not leaving either.

"How's Jack?" Came the quiet words of Elle, and he knew she was just trying to keep her mind occupied. Keeping herself from worrying too much. Turning to face her, he flashed her a dimple.

"He's doing great. Started a new school the other month. Seems to be fitting in well and making a lot of friends." He told her.

"Good." Elle gave a small laugh. "And Haley?" The second she saw his face drop, she knew she had asked something stupid and personal. "Sorry, I shouldn't of asked." She said, but Hotch shook his head.

"No, it's fine..." He took a deep breath, "She was killed a few months ago." Elle's face dropped, as did his.

"Hotch, oh God, I'm so sorry." He shook his head, shaking the emotions away.

"Don't worry. You weren't to know."

"I shouldn't have asked." She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"It's okay, Elle. Don't worry about it, just stay focused on your baby at the moment, alright? Just keep thinking about that small little girl you're going to be holding in a few days." His hand rested on her knee as Elle gave a timid nod. Then he had to think of other things to say to keep her distracted, ones that were not so personal towards his own life. "Do you have any names for her yet?" He asked, and knew it was the right question to have asked, as she smiled when she looked up. Yes, Elle Greenaway had become a conventional pregnant woman. One that loved to discuss baby names, the nursery and morning sickness. Not that he had personal experience with the latter. He was barely there for Haley's.

"Not really. We know we want her middle name to be Robin." She paused.

"After your dad, Robert, right?" He remembered reading all about that incident in her file.

"Yeah." Elle nodded.

"It is a beautiful name." He gave her a smile. "Is she getting your last name?" He asked, not really sure what her husbands name was, or even who he was. For all he knew, he was totally wrong for Elle. But the way she smiled when she spoke about him, he was right for her, and it seemed that they were head over heels for each other.

"Oh, we haven't really spoken about it. We think Sanders, after Mark, but we aren't sure really. When we have her first name we will know." She told him, and Hotch gave a nod. Mentally noting to make Garcia check the background on Mark Sanders.

"But you're married?" He asked, and Elle held up her hand to show him the rings.

"As of 18th June 2010." She gave a small laugh. "I didn't want to change my name, though. I guess Greenaway holds a little more ground over people." She gave another laugh.

"Oh yeah." Hotch nudged her lightly. "So, I don't think pink would be your colour, what did you paint the nursery?" He asked, "Or have you even done one yet? Miss Workaholic."

Elle gave him a big smile, a genuine smile. The smile he had missed since he had last saw her those years ago.

"Cream. We painted it cream and brown to match the furniture." Now Hotch laughed, despite the nagging worry in the back of his mind.

"You're too easy to read, Elle." She laughed. "Have you put everything together yet?" She shook her head.

"We were going to start tomorrow. When I started my maternity leave. But it seems like we won't have time to put anything up, and half of it is still at the shop." She informed him.

"I'll have to bring Jack down when she is born. I am sure he would love to meet you, and her." Elle gave a nod.

"I'd love that."

"Good." He watched as her eyes shifted back onto the clock. Twenty four minutes again. It was coming back. "Elle, what's wrong?" He asked.

Her body tensed and she creased into herself with a groan. Holding her breath.

"God." Hotch realised it was far too late. This really was happening now, and that little girl was as stubborn as her mother. "Okay, you need to breath. Pant through it. Just like they taught at your classes."

"I didn't go to classes." She said, through a cry of pain. Hotch was glad it had at least got her to breathe.

"Okay, well we're going to have a short one now." Then he began to teach her some breathing techniques, that Elle was glad for. Lessening the pain slightly. "Good. You're doing great. Keep on doing that. Hee-Hee-Ho."

Elle would have laughed, if she was not in so much pain. Never did she think she would see the day, serious, boss man, unshakable Aaron Hotchner was panting and almost panicking. It was hilarious. If someone was to tell her that morning she would have been seeing this, she would never have believed it. But it was happening. And soon, the pain stopped and her body unfolded from the tightening it was in. Her eyes caught onto Hotch's and she could not even see his mask, covering the panic he was in.

"Good." He said.

Then Elle looked down.

"God, I'm so sorry." She apologised.

"No, Elle, this isn't your fault. You're daughter is as stubborn as you are, and she's decided she is coming, there is nothing we can do to stop that. Now, you still need to keep calm, alright, it definitely will not be good for the baby if you are stressed. It'll just make everything worse. I will focus on getting us out of here." He snuck a glance at the clock, and Elle knew what he was doing.

"They're all been twenty four minutes apart, so far." She told him, and he gave a nod.

"At least she is giving us some time to get out of here." Elle nodded, and the worry on her face only made him grow more anxious. They needed to get out of here. And they needed to do so soon.