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Chapter Seven

Hotch looked around the room in a panic of lights and red. Before he had known what he was doing he had taken the gun from out of Jimmy's hands, his foot connecting with the man's head. Whether he blacked out or died from the kick, Hotch did not care. That was not his main priority right now. Looking up, he saw Elle, tears streaming down her face, eyes tightly shut in fear. As he walked over, he put his hand on her arm, and she jumped.

"Sshh, Elle. Sshh. It's alright. He's gone. We've got him." She gave a shaky nod. "You keep an eye on her for a moment." Another reassuring shake of her arm and he was gone, dragging Jimmy through the doors with him.

It was now that Elle realised something was wrong. Her eyes looked to the wooden wall, where the hole was from the gun shot. So no bullet had hit her. But she remembered this feeling. Drowsy, sweaty. It was like she was shot all over again.

"The door's locked." Hotch said, as he ran back into the room. His heart stopped as he saw Elle's pale face. "Elle, what's wrong?" He immediately raced to her side, and was quick to notice the baby getting put into his arms. "Elle?" He asked, again.

"Hotch, thank you. Make sure… make sure she is safe." Hotch's brow creased, and he knew, if he did not know better, it sounded like Elle was saying goodbye to him, and to the small child. Before he could say anything, her brown eyes lost her sparkle, and her eyes drooped shut.

"Elle!" He said, with far more force, shaking her shoulder slightly. With one hand he fumbled to find her pulse, but was really relieved when he did find one.

It was a small moment of panic, as he looked to the open door, where Jimmy lay down the hall, unconscious, he hoped, and then to the baby now crying in his arms. Rocking her slightly, he gulped. Knowing she missed the warmth of her mommy.

"Hey, sshh, we're going to get you back to mommy and daddy soon." He gave her a small kiss on her head, wrapping his shirt tighter around her. Then his eyes fell onto Elle. Something was wrong. That was not something as a result of exhaustion, he told himself. Almost not wanting to, he walked back to the end of the bed, and raised the tip of his jacket. There, right under Elle was a slowly growing pool of blood. She was haemorrhaging. That was not good. Eying up the door, he was not ready for what happened next.

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"We go in on three." Morgan said, from the other side of the door, whispering. Knowing that everything would end in a panic if they went in there with a warning. This was most definitely a kick the door down and shoot, operation.

"One…" Prentiss was the first to say.

"Two…" JJ now said, a row of them waiting with guns.

The three was inaudioable. No one heard it, but it was in all of their heads. Raising his right foot, Morgan kicked down the door with force. A force Aaron Hotchner had wished for before.

Everything happened in a quick flurry as soon as the door was open. Derek Morgan never once letting his gun down as he scanned the room. There he saw Elle, passed out, pale and a shirtless Hotch cradling the baby.

"He's out in the hall." Was all Hotch had to say before Morgan and Johnny raced off down the hall. "Ambulance." He said, looking towards Elle.

"On it." JJ told him. "They said they were literally a minute away." He gave a nod.

The room fell silent, apart from the baby's screams, as Mark walked into the room, wide eyed as he looked from Elle to Hotch.

"Is she okay?" He asked.

"She's haemorrhaging. Are you Mark?" He asked, almost in a flourish. Quickly, the man nodded. "congratulations." Hotch gave him a small smile and handed the baby over to him. "Be careful, she is tiny."

"She is." Mark said, almost in awe. "She has some lungs though." He commented and Hotch gave a small laugh.

"Yeah. You'll get used to it." He said, walking over to where his team were by the door.

"Never thought I'd see you shirtless." Prentiss teased, and then Hotch only noticed his nakedness, with some embarrassment.

"We needed to wrap her in something." Hotch explained as they looked back over to the slowly pale growing Elle. Mark at her side.

"Elle, you need to wake up, sweetheart. You need to stay strong. We need to name her, and argue over the layout of the nursery and who's changing the diapers. Please." He begged, stroking her cheek with one hand softly, while looking back to his daughter, and then his wife. Tears were dripping down his face.

The heartbreaking moment was interrupted by the medical crew racing into the room. Then no one was sure what was happening. Elle was put on a stretcher and then into an ambulance, Mark and the baby in the back with her. Everyone else began to get into SUVs to follow her, Morgan and Johnny taking Jimmy Cooper to the hospital as well, as he complained of a 'concussion'.

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"Awh!" JJ cooed as the team all walked into Elle's hospital room, only a few hours later. Mark looked up to see her, beaming.

"Did they check her over?" Hotch asked, looking him in the eyes as he nodded.

"Six pounds, two ounces and fifteen and a half inches. So, she's small, but they said she would do fine when she gets feeding." Mark told him.

"Good… And Elle?" He asked, looking towards the fragile woman in the bed next to him. A drip came into her hand, giving her all the painkiller she needed and she was wired up to a machine measuring her heartbeats.

"They said she would be fine. A couple of days here, and she would be good. We need to keep her in too, so that gives me a couple of days to get everything put up and ready." There was a small groan.

"We'll help." Morgan automatically offered.

"It's okay, honestly. I'm sure I can manage." Mark gave him a small smile.

"No, really. I work in building as well, so I don't mind putting things up and what not. I'm sure those three don't mind either." His head tilted towards Hotch, Rossi and Reid.

"I don't mind." Came Rossi's answer.

"I'd be happy to." A now shirted Hotch replied.

"I can… try?" Reid gave a shrug and they gave him a light smile.

"Hear that, sweetie. We're going to get your room done. You're going to have a bedroom." He nuzzled his nose with the baby. "Now all we need is Mommy to wake up to give you your name." He cooed at the baby, who was obviously sleepy.

"Isabella." Came a small groggy voice, and all eyes fell onto a slowly waking up Elle.

"You're up…" Mark smile, giving her a kiss.

"Guess so." She gave him a smile, as she sat herself up properly.

"You shouldn't do that. You'll hurt yourself." Mark informed her. Elle's only response was a quirked eyebrow which reminded him of all the times she had gotten hurt in the work place. "What did you say?" He asked, finally remembering how they realised she had woke up.

"Isabella. The baby's name." She told him.

Across the room, Hotch began to smile.

"Isabella?" Mark asked, looking to the little girl in her arms. "It's beautiful. But where the hell did you get that?" He asked.

"Being kidnapped gives you a lot of time for thinking." She joked, but no one bothered to crack a smile. "Too soon? A friend gave it to me." She looked to Hotch.

"You didn't need to do that." He told her.

"Of course I did… But I thought calling her Aaron would have been slightly weird… and the only female form is Erin… not a good memory-springing name there either." They all knew she was referring to Erin Strauss. "But you said that that was a name you liked, and I liked it since the moment I heard it. It felt right." He mouthed his thanks to her.

"Isabella?" Mark repeated, giving her a small kiss.

"Enough baby time for you. I want to see her." Elle demanded, holding her arms out for her.

"If only you'd be this willing in a few days, at three in the morning." He teased her.

"Night shift is yours." Elle pulled a tongue at her, as she cradled the tiny baby in her arms. "Hey, Is." She said, giving the baby a kiss. Isabella, somehow sensing she was back in her mother's arms, opened her eyes to look at her. "There you are, gorgeous. Look at those eyes… blue?" She asked.

"Most babies are born with blue eyes, they'll change in the next few months." It was now Elle looked up with a smirk on her face.

"Oh, Spencer Reid, how I've missed you." She laughed.

"Thanks?" He asked. "We've missed you too." He answered, and Elle smiled again, looking around the room.

"Don't you have a case to get to or something?"

"Not for the next few days. We're busy with putting baby furniture up." Morgan informed her.

"You really don't have to do that." She said.

"But we want to." Morgan told her.

"Thanks." She gave him a smile Morgan had to admit he had missed. Then the moment was ruined as a baby's cry filled the room. "Sounds like someone's hungry!" Elle teased, rocking the baby.

"Yeah, we held off feeding her until you woke up. No one was sure if you wanted breast or bottle." He informed her. Well that was awkward.

"Bottle. I am not explaining that to her when she is twenty one." Elle glared at him.

"Okay, I'll get a bottle from a nurse." He gave her a quick kiss on her head before walking out of the room, leaving the team, Elle, and a crying Isabella.

"I never thought I'd see any of you again." Elle broke the silence, but they could tell she was joking with the smile she gave. JJ stepped forward with a camera.

"Garcia wants a picture." She explained, and Elle laughed again.

"I bet she could hack into the hospital security and get one. Actually, I thought she would have done that." They all gave a laugh. All but two who were standing kind of awkwardly.

"Oh, Elle, these are David Rossi, and Emily Prentiss." Hotch explained and Elle rolled her eyes.

"I know who they are, dumb ass. I did keep track of things once I left; didn't want you to all go downhill without me." She gave him a joking smile. "Thanks." She gave them a smile.

"All you." Rossi said.

The moment was short lived as Mark returned with a nurse and a bottle.

"Miss Greenaway, I do recommend you try and breast feed her, it will be good for both of you." The nurse tried to convince her, but everyone knew once Elle's mind was made up, there was no changing it.

"Not a chance." The woman went to open her mouth again, "As I said, no." There was a sternness, but a niceness to Elle's voice as the woman handed the bottle over. Elle checked the temperature and then began to feed a rather hungry Isabella.

"You'll need to register her." The nurse nodded toward the baby. "But that will be after you've left. A week or so. For now we can update her band if she has a name." The nurse looked towards the small hospital band on the baby's wrist.

"Isabella." Elle told her, and she gave a nod. Trying her best not to disturb the baby as she got the band off of her, changing it so it said her name.

"Isabella…?" She urged her for more name.

Elle looked to Mark who shook his head and shrugged.

"Isabella Robyne Sanders. Robyne with a Y and an E." She told her. The nurse filled in the slip of paper and put it in the band again.

"Good luck with her." The nurse said, "When you're ready, just come and get me and we'll get her another bottle or whatever." Elle gave her a small nod and a smile, watching her leave.

"I hate happy people." She said, as soon as the nurse was gone. They all gave a laugh before Mark said.

"You know, you just gave our baby the initials: IRS?" Elle gave a laugh.

"I'm getting her ready for her future job." She shrugged.

"Technically, jobs aren't based off of a name. If anything the name would put the child off of the job any further… Statistically…" Reid rambled off.

"Shut up Reid." Elle laughed at him, shaking her head with amusement.

Her eyes dropped onto the small baby. Her baby. Isabella. She was perfect.