Note From the Author—I apologize for the delay on this. My only excuse is that it for some reason took me two weeks to read a book that would normally take me a day and I promised myself I would finish it before I did anything. So this chapter is going up late, but at least it's up. Who's ready for the bad guys to get busted?!!!!

Hotch didn't get much further before he was surrounded by EMS. Though everyone expressed their wishes that he just go to the hospital, he calmly shook his head and said he would be just fine. So while medical personnel swarmed him, he told the team what had happened in the previous months.

It was pretty much what they had thought it would be. He took them through his abduction, the drive to Memphis cloaked in a drugged haze, and his arrival at the compound. He estimated the number of prisoners to be somewhere in the area of seventy-five men, and he told them about the daily routines of the men who held them and the profile he had worked up in his head.

"Looks like we came to the same conclusions," Morgan said with a grim smile. "And with your testimony and the guy who helped you out, there's no way they're going to get off."

Hotch shook his head. "Not a chance. But they'll notice I'm gone soon, and you want to get there before they do, or at least right behind. Who knows what they may do to the others when they find out."

There was something in his voice, and Reid regarded him carefully. "You don't want to go with us to bring them down?"

"No," was his succinct answer.

Derek thought he could understand where he was coming from, so with a nod he turned to the team. "JJ, we have the warrant?"

"Signed and sealed," she answered.

"Then let's take the bastards down."

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Though Emily wasn't going to complain about Hotch's desire to stay away from the lion's den, she couldn't help the curiosity she felt. Her mind was working in overdrive as she went to find a bottle of water and something vaguely resembling food, and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep herself from over-analyzing.

Much to Hotch's chagrin, JJ had called in a doctor to supplement the EMTs before they had piled into SVUs twenty minutes before; and when Emily returned he was frowning as the man wrapped his ribs and attended to the scrapes and cuts he refused to have taken care of anywhere else.

"You're being stubborn," Emily told him with an affectionate smile.

Just the sight of her seemed to make the frown disappear, and he smiled up at her. "Yes I am, but trust me, this could be much worse."

"I saw photographs of the other victims," the doctor told him, not noticing the way his patient winced at the word victim. "You seemed to have gotten off easy."

"You learn to behave rather quickly," he commented.

Still, even for behaving Emily could tell her fiancé was banged up pretty sufficiently. There were a couple of scars, most likely from his early days in captivity, and his body was peppered with bruises and cuts. "I really wish you would go to the hospital."

Aaron shook his head. "Really Em, I'm fine. You're the one who should be resting."

On this matter, the doctor agreed. "He's right; you take a seat young lady and get off your feet for a moment."

She managed not to sigh, if only barely, as she sat next to Hotch. "I've got a couple more weeks, its fine."

"Babies come early all the time and you've been under an extraordinary amount of stress, so you just try to relax now." With a kind smile, he stood and handed Aaron his shirt. "You're looking much better than you could, Mr. Hotchner. I don't anticipate any problems with healing but it would be best if you listened to your fiancée and went to the hospital just to be sure."

"Can he eat?" Emily asked.

The older man nodded. "You don't seem to be dehydrated or malnourished."

"You have to keep your work at least healthy enough to work," Hotch observed.

"Yes, well I'd say that you should be fine, but start slow. Water, clear liquids and light foods to start. Work your way back up, alright?"

He nodded, holding his hand out to shake. "I will, and thank you."

The doctor smiled. "Not a problem; you both take it easy, okay?"

Emily and Aaron nodded in tandem, waiting until the adorable man was out of ear shot to share a grin. As he pulled the shirt back over his head she reached for the bottle of water and crackers she had grabbed. "Come on; let's go take advantage of the couch."

It took a moment for the two of them to settle in, being close to nine months pregnant and having been beaten consistently didn't make it easy to get comfortable; but they eventually managed it. As they sat and Hotch sipped carefully at his water Emily found herself sinking into his side, simply relishing in the feeling of him next to her.

"I'm sorry for everything you went through," he finally said quietly.

She shook her head against his shoulder. "Aaron, you were kidnapped and used a slave labor; and after months of it you got out, and you came back to us. You don't have anything to be sorry about."

His hand drifted over to her belly, rubbing circles there as the baby kicked lazily at his father's palm. "I'm sorry that you went through this alone, that I didn't get to be here for all of the milestones," he told her, his voice full of regret.

"I wished every day that you were here, but you don't have to worry about me going through it alone. The boys were absolutely impossible to deal with; they hardly let me out of their sight."

Hotch chuckled. "That doesn't surprise me, and even if they drove you crazy I'm glad to know they were here for you when I couldn't." His eyes brightened as he leaned in towards her belly. "A boy, huh? Jack sounded thrilled that he would be getting a baby brother when I talked to him on the phone; and he's going to watch out for you."

Emily just gazed down at him as he whispered to their son. This was what she had missed, what she had wanted so badly; and now that he was there with his hands gentle on her belly and his voice in her ears, she found it hard to choke back tears. "You're going to be just as great with BB as you are with Jack," she told him.

"BB?" he questioned, sitting up to look at her.

She laughed. "BB, it stands for Bureau Baby. Every time I tried to think up names it just felt wrong, doing it without you. We couldn't just keep saying him or it so Dave, Rossi and Morgan all came up with names. Trust me, BB was a compromise."

"Do I want to know?" he asked her.

"Well, Reid suggested Darwin, which he got around to telling us after a long speech on the similarities between the development of a child and the process of evolution. Dave suggested Baby Bubba Leroy, though he was clearly joking, and Morgan's glowing contribution was Theotis. So as you can see, BB was the least of the evils; but now we can pick a real name for him."

He tamped down a laugh at the suggestions and leaned in to kiss her. "Well let's get working then."

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As Hotch and Emily debated over the merits of Jamison versus Eric, the rest of the team prepared for an ambush. With Garcia's help they had bypassed the Cures What Ales You security system, and were waiting for Morgan's call to go in.

Inside the compound, a furious yell echoed through the cellars as the second discovered the very empty cell of Agent Aaron Hotchner. Slamming the door shut, he stalked up to the main building, cursing the whole way. When he made it to the study he threw the door open and regarded the first with an almost feral look. "How, pray tell, did the FBI agent get out of his cell?"

The first shook his head. "He didn't, he couldn't have."

"Well, he did," the second growled, and now we're fucked upside down and backwards."

"Are you sure he isn't in the cell?"

The second was on him in an instant, pressing him up against the wall by the throat. "I am not incompetent, he isn't in the cell."

As suddenly as it had begun, the pressure on the first's larynx ceased, and he hunched over the desk, his eyes slamming shut. "What do we do?"

"What the hell do you think?" The second whirled around to look at the man. "We get the hell in a car and get out of here before the FBI is on our ass."

It took the second about five seconds to register that the object pressed against the back of his head was the barrel of a gun. He contemplated attempting to fight the man off, until the other agents went around him to take his partner; he was outnumbered by far, and seriously outgunned. Going stock still, he felt anger and fear rise in him as he heard the deep male voice behind him. "Too late."

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Note From The Author—Okay, so it's short, but how could I not leave it there? I just couldn't bring myself to add anything after that. Also, two of the names were actually used for my sister and I when we were in utero. Yeah, it's a miracle I'm not scarred : )