Emily was sitting up in her hospital bed, scowling at the nurse who had just came in. Her name was Susan and Emily hated her the moment she saw her. She was in her early twenties, and she was perky… too perky.

Susan had came in to check the monitors that were attached to Emily's chest. She was bombarding Emily with questions like 'how are you feeling this morning?' or 'do you feel different from yesterday?' and even 'you seem very stressed. You know it's a scientific fact that sex is a stress reliever.'

Emily was about ready to punch her nurse in the face, and it showed in her eyes. Susan turned to Emily and smiled. "Well, you're all set for today. Call if you need anything Emily."

Emily watched as Susan walked out of the room. She let a smile cross her face when she saw, through her window, Susan ran into a doctor with a tray of clean scalpels.

Twenty minutes later, Hotch ran through the hospital entrance with Morgan and Jasmine at his side.

They stopped at the front desk and waved, since all out of breath, to the nurse.

"Well hello my name is Catherine. How can I help you?"

Jasmine suppressed a laugh while sharing a smile with the two other agents. Hotch's smile faded when he turned back to the nurse.

"My co-worker Emily Prentiss was brought in here an hour ago. What room is she in?"

Catherine's hearty grin was still displayed across her face as she quickly opened a folder, then closed it.

"I'm so sorry sir."

Everyone's faces dropped. "What happened?"

"Oh! Oh no little girl, she's just in recovery."

All three let out a breath and looked down the hallway. They started down the hallway, only to be stopped by the two perky nurses. Catherine and Susan.

"We need to see Emily Prentiss."

Susan and Catherine both shook their heads. "I'm so sorry sir. You're not allowed to see her."

Jasmine went wide eyed. "Why not?"

Susan put her hands on Jasmine's shoulders and smiled. "Little girl-"

"Do I look little to you?"

Susan nodded. "You do. Anyway-"

"My NAME is Jasmine Prentiss. NOT little girl. Get it?"

Susan's smile was turned down a tad, but still big enough to irritate the young Prentiss. "Of course Jasmine. Now, why would you like to see Emily?"

Both Morgan and Hotch gave her the "why do you think?" look, while Jasmine just glared. "She was strangled and brought in an hour ago."

"And?"

Jasmine was ready to punch this woman in the face.

"AND I WANT TO SEE MY OWN FUCKING SISTER YOU DUMBASS BITCH!"

Susan stayed composed at the yelling, while Catherine, Hotch and Morgan were a little taken back.

"I don't think you should."

"I will go down into recovery right now."

"I don't think you will."

"You wanna make that bet?"

Morgan began to pull Jasmine away as she inched toward Susan with hands fisted at her side. Hotch stood in front of the two smiling nurses and began to whisper. They immediately backed up and Jasmine, Morgan and Hotch went sprinting down the hall.

They stopped short at a window to see Emily arguing, quite loudly by the looks of it, with a doctor. They rushed in causing Emily and the doctor to look at them. Emily smiled.

Jasmine made her way over to Emily and hugged her. The doctor walked over to Hotch and Morgan while the sisters smiled and talked to one another.

"My name is Doctor Reese and I did Emily's surgery."

Morgan nodded but Hotch spoke up. "Ok. So how is she?"

"She's stable, as you can see. And we're keeping her for a week. In a half hour we're running a rape kit to make sure she has no aids and isn't pregnant."

Hotch's face paled. Morgan nodded and the doctor turned to the Prentiss sisters. "Are you Jasmine?"

Jasmine and Emily both turned to the doctor and nodded. Emily tightened her grip on Jasmine's hands.

"Jasmine, we're going to have to run a rape kit on you. Alright?"

Jasmine slowly nodded and turned to Emily who's eyes were wide. "Em, I'll be fine." She turned back to the doctor. "After the test, can I stay in here with Emily."

"We'll have to keep you overnight."

"I know, and there's a bed right next to Emily's."

The doctor nodded and motioned for Jasmine to follow him out of the room. Jasmine got up and squeezed Emily's hand. "I'll be fine. He didn't do anything that bad. There's nothing that could happen." Jasmine bent down and kissed Emily's forehead.

Two hours later, Jasmine lay in the bed beside Emily, asleep. Emily had been staring at her with teary eyes for the past half hour. She slowly turned her head to face Morgan and Hotch, who had been sitting by her side. Morgan was holding her hand.

"It's going to be ok, Princess."

She smiled and took a quick glance at Hotch, who was just staring at her. He forced a small smile, than looked at Jasmine. The doctor came in with a clipboard in hand.

"Emily, we have your test, along with Jasmine's."

Emily nodded and sat up straight.

"Well, Jasmine is alright. She has no STD's, and she's not pregnant. Nothing was torn, but considering where we found the semen from Clayton Turner, this was the first time she's had intercourse."

"Rape," Emily corrected. "It wasn't intercourse. It wasn't consensual, and I'm not happy this is her first time. Don't you, by ANY means, call it intercourse."

Morgan rubbed her arm and Hotch sat down beside her head. He grabbed her hand and she weakly smiled at him, then turned back to the doctor.

"Emily, I do have some news for you."

Her eyes went wide. "What is it?"

"Well, you have no STD's and nothing was torn. You did have some internal bleeding from you're throat, so don't talk so much."

"So what's the news?"

"Well, I don't know if I should say congratulations or I'm sorry. But, you're pregnant."

Emily looked at Hotch and then Morgan, then back at the doctor. She shook her head, and sunk into her bed. "No, I can't be pregnant. No. No. Please, no. Oh my God, please."

Hotch scooped her up in his arms and held her as she cried and the doctor sadly left the room.