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Two Weeks Later

Hotch could be heard calling from the bathroom. "Emily, are you about ready to go?"

Emily was not at all excited about leaving the house. She looked down at the stitches on her arm and then came a slight response, "Yeah."

In the bathroom, Hotch barely heard her reply and what he did hear made him concerned. He quickly finished rinsing his mouth just before heading to the bedroom. Quietly he paced down the hall and slowed as he reached the bedroom door, stopping right before he entered. He saw Emily standing by the window, staring out into the street. Hotch took a few steps inside the doorway, "What's wrong?"

Emily bit her lip as the tears started to fall. She couldn't find the courage to look at Hotch but tried to speak anyways, "I…" Emily barely spoke a word when she was interrupted by Hotch's phone, ringing from his pants pocket.

Hotch pulled out the phone, he had been waiting all morning for a call from Strauss. He could tell Emily needed a moment to collect herself and answered the call, "Hotchner." Hotch was careful not to press her, but expressed his concern, letting Emily know he was there for her, when and if she needed him.

Emily wiped away the tears with her fingertips. She let out a deep breath, relieved that Strauss had called. What's wrong with me? She thought. Listening to the conversation behind her she heard the word, Monday, relay out of Hotch's mouth. Monday is only three days away, I'm not ready. Emily turned around, her eyes beaming at Hotch. She watched him nod and say goodbye. "We have to go back to work Monday?"

"Yes, those of us who can are expected to."

Emily took a seat on the bed, obviously frustrated. She doubted her abilities to return to work.

Hotch walked over to the bedside and took a seat next to her. He placed his hand on top of Emily's leg and said, "If there is any person on this team that is not ready to go back to work, physically or mentally, they don't have to."

"That is most of the team." Emily told him.

"Not from where I sit. JJ called me this morning begging me to come back to work."

"She did?" Emily asked surprised.

Hotch nodded, "Reid, Morgan and myself are more than able so that is most of us."

"And me, what do you think about me?"

"I think you're ready." Hotch told her confidently.

"How can you say that?" Emily stood up, "Look at me, Aaron, I'm a wreck."

Hotch smiled.

"What?" Emily asked, offended by his smile, for him not taking her seriously.

"I like it when you call me Aaron." Hotch stated plainly.

Emily released her tension and grinned back at him, "I like to see you smile."

Hotch didn't like talking about himself or the fact that he smiled more often now and diverted the conversation. "If I thought your emotional state would compromise your ability to do your job I would tell you."

"I know you would." Emily took her seat on the bed again.

"Let me take a look at your arm." Hotch reached over and tenderly placed both of his hands underneath her arm. "Does it hurt much?"

"Not really."

"It looks like its healing well."

"The scars will always be there." Emily said with disappointment.

"You could always get a new tattoo." Hotch smiled standing to his feet.

"Don't remind me." Emily grumbled also standing to her feet. I'm just glad I can't see it without actually making an effort to look at it.

"Tell me does Daffy Duck actually like margaritas?" Hotch grabbed his coat, lying on the end of the bed.

"It wasn't even my idea." Emily tried to convince him.

"So you were drunk." Hotch stated, grinning at Emily's promiscuity. He loved everything about her, even her Daffy Duck tattoo.

"It's Vegas, need I say more?"

Hotch nearly chuckled as he walked out of the room. Emily had a wild side and it intrigued him. Like a sponge he soaked up everything he could learn about her and yearned to know more. Never in his life did he care for someone as deeply as he cared for Emily.

Together they made their way down the hall and into the front room, "So are you ready to go get those stitches out and pay a visit to Dave and Garcia?

"I'm afraid they are going to be mad at me."

"Not a chance." Hotch told her.

"Are you sure?" Emily asked.

"I know so."

Removal of Stitches and a Friendly Visit

Hotch was waiting with Emily behind a curtain before the nurse came back to remove her stitches.

Emily was sitting on the edge of the bed, fanning herself with a stray clipboard she saw laying a chair.

Hotch didn't think the hospital was all that hot at the moment and wondered, Is she having a hot flash? Is she too young to have hot flashes? Is she nervous about getting the stitches out? That's doubtful, she would let someone take a bullet out of her without any medication. Hotch noticed her cheeks began to flush. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She said, ignoring the nauseating feel bubbling in her stomach.

"It does you absolutely no good to lie to me." Hotch said nonchalantly.

"Fine, I feel a little sick." Emily hated admitting what she thought was a weakness and was embarrassed. She tried to brush it off, coming up with a reason for the way she was feeling, "I hope I'm not coming down with anything, I felt like this on and off the past two days."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hotch sat up a little straighter in his chair.

"Because it wasn't that bad and would come and go."

Hotch stood up, "Maybe we should have the nurse check you out, just to be on the safe side." He raised the back of his hand to her forehead. "You don't feel feverish."

"Really I'm fine." Before Emily could attempt to persuade him anymore they were interrupted.

The nurse flung open the curtain, "Alright let's get those stitches out." She took a hold of Emily's arm, "They look to be healing nicely."

Emily thought to herself, just get them out. I've heard enough about stitches and how well they are healing.

"You know if you use Mederma they shouldn't leave too much of a scar."

"Really?" Emily sounded excited; you could physically see her spirits being lifted from a depressive state. She looked to Hotch, who had once again took a seat in his chair and was smiling at her. This might just turn out to be a pretty good day.

When Emily was finished they went to Garcia's room. Just outside her window they stopped and Emily leaned against the wall.

Hotch put his hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but instead of feeling sick I feel dizzy. I'm hoping it will pass."

"If you're not feeling better by the time we leave, I'm going to have a doctor check you out, no arguments." Hotch told her.

Emily stood up a little straighter and stepped out from the wall, "It's passing." She took a deep breath.

"Do you want me to go in with you?" Hotch asked.

"No, I'd like to speak to her alone and I'll be quick. The doctor said she needs to get all the rest she can."

"Okay." Hotch nodded.

Emily lightly tapped on Garcia's door and walked in. Morgan and Garcia happened to be kissing at that moment and Emily said, "I'm sorry. I'll just…" She started to walk back out the door.

Morgan stood up from the bed, "It's okay. I was just saying good morning to my Baby Girl."

Emily turned back around, "I had no idea you two were…" Emily didn't know how to finish.

"It's only been through a recent turn of events." Morgan said.

"Oh well…okay." Emily replied, happy for the couple. She felt herself starting to get a little dizzy again. She tried to keep her balance and hold it together without letting Morgan and Garcia see but it was to no avail.

Morgan came to Emily's side to steady her, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really." Emily tried to come up with some excuse, but the only thing she could think to say made her sound weak and vulnerable, but she said it anyway, "It's been a really emotional past few days and I just got my stitches taken out so it could be a combination of all that."

Morgan knew what she stated had all been true, but by the tone in her voice he could tell it really wasn't the reason why she was feeling bad. Something else was going on and Emily either didn't know what it was or she didn't want to admit it. "Here I'll help you get a seat."

"Thanks."

Morgan guided Emily over to Garcia's bed, where she took a comfortable seat on the edge of it.

Morgan gave Garcia one more kiss on the cheek, "I'll be back in when you two hens finish your clucking." He joked.

"Go on and get outta here." Emily joked back.

Garcia just smiled.

Morgan stepped out in the hall and was met by Hotch. He waited for the door to close and asked, "Hotch, is everything okay with Emily?"

"As far as I know, why?" Hotch looked curiously at him. Had he picked up on Emily looking a little sick too? This is getting serious if Morgan notices. Emily is good at hiding things, but right now she is struggling so it must be pretty bad.

"She looks like she might be a little sick." Morgan stated.

"I thought that too." Hotch told him, agreeing.

The two men continued to carry on a casual conversation about work and their women while Emily and Garcia chatted on the other side of the door.

Emily grabbed Garcia's hands, "How do you feel?"

"I have a pounding headache, but other than that okay. The doctor said it should go away in a few days."

Emily looked at Garcia. She seemed so weak and her head still had some bruising that hadn't quite healed yet, "I'm so sorry." Emily whispered as she felt the tears well up in her eyes.

"It's not your fault." Garcia said.

"I feel like it is. I should have never gone out with him and this would have never happened." Emily told her, feeling guilty.

Garcia squeezed Emily's hands, "Don't feel guilty, if it hadn't of been for this I might have never got my chocolate drop to admit he loves me."

Emily leaned down and gave Garcia a quick hug, "I love you Garcia and your right. Aaron…I mean Hotch and I we may have never…" Emily had never spoke out loud about her and Hotch's relationship and the words were not coming easy.

"I know." Garcia said, seeing Emily was having a hard time explaining. "Everything happens for a reason."

"Yeah." Emily said with a smile, as a few glistening tears traced down her cheeks.

Garcia closed her eyes. All the excitement was becoming tiring and she could barely hold her eyes open.

Emily squeezed Garcia's hands one last time and kissed her forehead. "I'll go get Morgan."

"Thank you." Garcia whispered.

Emily stood up and walked out of the room. When she stepped into the hallway she saw Morgan and Hotch were waiting on her. "She's just about to fall asleep."

Morgan stepped passed Emily and stopped, "Thank you." He said.

"For what?" Emily asked.

"Fate." Morgan replied, and then he disappeared into Garcia's room.

Hotch ignored the seemingly worsening of Emily's condition. She kept her hand against the wall for balance and her breathing was quick as if trying to calm herself down. He argued with himself as to whether he should say something, antagonizing the situation further. After a moment he decided against it, thinking she might get mad. Instead he stood beside her and was there to help her if she needed it. "You ready to see Rossi?" He asked casually as Emily's face suddenly went pale and her eyes unfocused.

Emily fought hard to concentrate on the floor as it tilted beneath her. Come on Emily, keep it together. You're okay. Her head suddenly felt light and her vision blurred. She steadily began to fall to the floor as unconsciousness gradually overtook her.

"Emily?" Hotch called to her, catching her just before she hit the ground. "I need a nurse!" He yelled before looking back to Emily. In his arms he cradled her gently, "Emily? Emily?"

The unconscious state didn't last long as Emily heard her name, sounding in her ears. She felt a familiar warmth, embracing her, "Aaron?"

"I'm here Emily." Hotch was on his knees, holding the upper half of her body in his arms.

"Something's wrong." Emily told him wearily.

Hotch kissed her forehead, "Everything will be okay. Help is on the way."

A nurse finally came to Hotch's aid and Emily was taken to be assessed.

An hour later Emily was sitting on the edge of a gurney behind a curtain. What's wrong with me? Do I have a disease? Cancer maybe? Am I going to die? After all this and finally finding someone I can spend the rest of my life with I'm going to die.

Hotch was waiting for her in the waiting room. I hope she is okay. I shouldn't have ignored it; I should've had the nurse check her out sooner, now it might be too late. Am I going to lose her?

Emily was startled when a nurse finally came walking in. There was a very noticeable smile on her face. "What is it?" Emily asked.

"Your blood results are in." The nurse told her.

"Do I have cancer?" Emily asked, thinking the absolute worse, just wanting to know already. She couldn't stand waiting anymore.

"You're going to have a baby."

Emily's jaw dropped and her hands covered her stomach. "Are you sure?"

"We will have you do a pregnancy test just to be on the safe side, but at this point there is little doubt."

The nurse had been familiar with Emily, the agents and what has recently happened. She walked up to Emily and said, "Ms. Prentiss it's about time you had some good news."

"Could you get Aaron for me?" She said barely above a whisper, overwhelmed with emotion.

"Right away."

It was expected that both and Hotch and Emily would have such grim thoughts, especially of death. They never once thought about being pregnant, yes there had been a couple of nights of passionate love making, but it never seemed to outweigh the recovery at hand for themselves and for the members of their team.

Hotch was waiting by the window, when the nurse came to get him. "Mr. Hotchner, Ms. Prentiss would like to see you."

Hotch wasted no time and quickly followed. "How is she?"

"I'll let her tell you." The nurse said with a smile. Once they reached the appropriate section where Emily was assessed the nurse pointed, "She is right behind the second curtain."

Hotch wasted no time in saying thank you and stepped behind the appropriate curtain. There she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling and both hands covering her stomach. Her eyes were welled with tears and her cheeks stained with the ones that had already fallen. She was calm though and her breathing steady. Hotch took a few slow steps to her gurney and stood in front of her. By the look on her face and positioning of her hands he knew, "Are you?"

Emily nodded her head.

Hotch took a deep breath, there were no words to describe what he was feeling or what he wanted to say to her.

"I'm perfect, everything is perfect." Emily was telling herself and Hotch. Something changed and she suddenly felt stronger. She sniffled drying up her tears and stood to her feet. As she slid off the bed, Hotch guided her as if she was fragile, "I'm okay Aaron. I can walk."

"But shouldn't you rest or something. You shouldn't be walking yet."

"It's okay. I hadn't eaten all morning and my blood pressure was a little low. It was a combination of those two things that made me feel nauseated and dizzy, besides being pregnant of course. The nurse made me drink two orange juices and eat some crackers. She also gave me this sprite to go and a prescription of Zofran for the morning sickness."

"So you're okay to walk?"

"Yes. I'd like to go see Rossi and then we can worry about all this later."

Hotch was calming down a little bit, "Okay, but after you see Rossi were going to go eat a good and healthy lunch, afterwards were going to make an appointment with your doctor."

"Fair enough." Emily took a few steps, "Are you happy about all this?"

"I couldn't be happier, but it seems we have switched roles."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked.

"You now seem very calm and me on the other hand I'm worried."

Emily smiled, "You right. This is the first time I've felt that everything is going to be okay and it will be, as long as I have you."

Hotch and Emily shared a heartfelt hug and then meandered to Rossi's room. The doctor just happened to be walking out when they arrived. "Is everything okay?" Emily asked.

"Yes, he is just resting." The doctor replied.

"Can I still go in?"

"Of course Ms. Prentiss."

"Thank you." Emily waited for the doctor to leave then turned to Hotch, "If you don't mind I'd like to go in alone."

"I'll be right out here." Hotch was quiet and just before Emily disappeared into Rossi's room he said, "I love you Emily."

Emily grinned and looked lovingly at him, sharing her new found comfort with just one look. "I love you too." Emily turned around and walked into Rossi's room. She took a seat in the empty chair and grabbed his hand. His breathing was slightly labored but efficient. His abdomen had taken the brunt of the blow, when the car struck him. He had some broken ribs and a punctured lung that was in the process of healing. The day of the accident he obtained a concussion that later turned out to be non-life threatening. The force of the impact had caused his heart to stop beating requiring the use of an AED which in turn saved his life.

"Emily?"

"Rossi, I thought you were asleep."

"I just fake it so they don't poke more holes in me." He said wearily. Rossi saw Emily starting to cry, "Don't do that."

"It should have been me." She said.

"Don't blame yourself and I'd do it again in a heartbeat." Rossi tried to assure her, hoping what he said would lessen the guilt.

"What would we do without you?" Emily asked.

"This whole family of ours would fall apart." Rossi halfheartedly joked through the pain.

"You're kind of like the grandpa." Emily said, thinking of her baby.

"I'm not that old." Rossi told her.

"So you don't want to be a grandpa?"

"Yeah that would be nice but I don't have any kids, you know that."

"What about us? You consider us as your family right?"

Rossi was looking a little more concerned and couldn't quite place where Emily was going with this. "Yes."

"So if one of us had a kid you'd be like a grandpa."

"I guess so." Rossi hadn't quite made the connection; things were still turning a little slow since waking up.

Emily continued with a heartfelt spill of feelings she had never shared before, but felt comfortable sharing with Rossi. "I never had much of a dad growing up. Dads are supposed to be there for you, care for you and protect you. You Rossi have done that for me and if you want to, here in about nine months give or take you could be a real grandpa. That is if you want to."

"You mean you and Aaron?"

Emily nodded.

"I'd be honored." Rossi felt his heart swell with pride.

Emily thought back to the first days of Harvey, when he was beating her. Amidst all those bad memories, it was the caring people in them that made them better. "Thank you for what you did for me. You didn't just save me literally but you found me when I was lost and took me in. You were the first one to take me to the hospital. I'll never forget that."

Rossi was at a loss for words and just let the moment linger. Through so many marriages and all those years of trying to have a family he found one, unexpectedly, not just through Emily but in the team as a whole.

Emily continued smiling and said, "If you like I can stay until you go to sleep."

"I'd like that." He said.

Emily squeezed his hand, letting him know she was there as he closed his eyes. For the first time in over a year, things were finally starting to come together and the team was forming a real family. No un-sub or amount of bad luck that stormed their way would break them apart. The proof was already there, look at all the good that come out of one bad relationship, one relationship Emily would never dwell on, ever again.

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