A/n, please remember my promise that this will be a happy ending. When you're reading this chapter, just remember that. Oh, and don't hate me.

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"I can't believe you're already four months along," Morgan commented as the team enjoyed a rare night out. They'd had a tough case and needed a way to relax.

"I know, time flies," Emily replied.

"So have you found out what the sex of the baby is?" Rossi asked.

"No, baby Reid is being modest," Emily replied.

"We're hoping he or she will cooperate at our next appointment in a month," Reid interjected.

"Which one do you want?" JJ asked.

"I don't care, just as long as it's healthy," Reid replied.

"Oh, come on, kid. That's a cop-out response. What do you really want?" Morgan demanded.

"I'd love either one, but a little girl would be wonderful. I want one who looks like her mother." All three girls awed. Emily sniffed back tears and gave her husband a sweet smile.

"What do you want, little Mama?" Garcia asked.

"I'd love a minni Spencer," Emily replied.

"Awww, a miniature genius. That would be so cute," JJ cooed. Everyone laughed and Reid blushed. Emily tried to hide a yawn but was only partially successful.

"Looks like it's time for us to head out," Reid commented. The others nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, it's getting late and I promised Jessica I'd pick up Jack by 10:00," Hotch said.

"See everyone tomorrow," Rossi called out as they all departed. A chorus of see you tomorrow and have a good night was heard as they all drove off.

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"We should do that more often," Emily said breaking the silence that had fallen between them.

"Yeah, we should," Reid replied. Both of them yawned at the same time causing them to laugh.

"Tired?" Emily asked. Reid nodded and yawned once again. "So am I. Being pregnant isn't helping, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world," she said. They were about a mile from home when Emily saw headlights coming at them.

"Spencer! Look out!" she yelled. It was too late, however, and the car crashed hard into the passenger side. The impact caused the SUV Reid and Emily were in to flip twice and land on it's top. The last thing Emily heard before she blacked out was Reid yelling her name.

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"Hi, Daddy!" Jack cried as he came running towards his father

"Hi, Buddy, why aren't you asleep?"

"I had a bad dream and Aunt Jessie said I could stay up until you got here," he explained.

"I hope that's okay," Jessica said entering the living room withJack's backpack in her hand.

"That's fine, thanks for watching him."

"No problem, Aaron. Both of you have a good night. I'll see you later," she said.

"Bye, Jess, Jack tell Aunt Jessie bye," Hotch instructed.

"Bye Aunt Jessie, I love you!"

"I love you to, Jack," she said kissing his cheek then letting him go.

"Let's go, Daddy," Jack said yawning.

"Okay, come on, kiddo," Hotch said taking his hand and walking with him out to the car.

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Settling Jack in his booster seat, Hotch closed the door and climbed into the driver's seat. Starting the car he headed towards their house. They'd been driving for about fifteen minutes when Jack spoke up.

"Hey Daddy, isn't that Uncle Reid and Aunt Emily's car?"

"Where, buddy?"

"Right there!" Jack exclaimed pointing to it. Following his son's finger, Hotch felt his stomach drop when he saw the car and the condition it was in. Pulling up next to the car he turned on his hazard lights and turned to Jack.

"Hey, Jack, can you sit here and don't move for Daddy? I need to check on Uncle Reid and Aunt Emily."

"Okay, Daddy," the little boy answered. Making sure Jack was still secure in his seat,Hotch climbed from the car and rushed over to his agent's car.

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The first thing the unit chief noticed was that the SUV was on it's top but more on the passenger's side.

"Reid? Emily, can you hear me?" Hotch shouted. Receiving no response he quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.

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"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?" came the operator's calm professional voice.

"This is Supervisory Special Agent In charge Aaron Hotchner, I'm the unit chief for the Behavioral Analysis Unit located in the FBI in Quantico. Two of my agents have been in an automobile accident."

"Are you at the accident scene right now, Agent Hotchner?"

"Yes I am, ma'am."

"Can you describe things to me and tell me where you are?"

"I'm at the corner of Baker Street and Johnson Road. The SUV appears to be on it's top leaning more on the passenger side. The other car is wedged against the back of the SUV."

"Have you been able to make contact with anyone in either car?" the operator inquired. Realizing he hadn't checked on the driver of the other car, Hotch glanced over to see that the driver had been killed instantly. Glancing quickly at his own vehicle the unit chief was relieved to see that Jack had fallen asleep.

"The driver in the other car appears to have broken his or her neck on impact. Neither of my agents are responding and one of them is four months pregnant."

"Okay, thank you, Agent Hotchner. I have police and EMS on the way. They should be about two minutes out. I'd like you to stay on the line with me until they arrive."

"I can do that," Hotch assured. True to her word two minutes later the first fire truck came screaming around the corner an ambulance and two cop cars right behind them.

"I hear the sirens, are they there?" the operator questioned.

"Yes they are, thank you for your help," Hotch said.

"You're welcome, I hope your agent's are okay," she said disconnecting the call. Ten minutes later they had managed to remove both Reid and Emily from the car. They were both in bad shape and Hotch felt sick at the sight of all the blood surrounding Emily.

"Okay, let's move, people," ordered one of the medics.

"You taking them to GW?" Hotch checked. The EMT nodded as he rushed alongside the stretcher carrying Emily. Nodding Hotch ran back to his car and climbed in heading for the hospital dialing Garcia on the way.