Yay I actually finished this one early! I wasn't sure if I would or not because I got writer's block in the Middle...But it's all good. Again, thank you all so much! Happy reading!

The profilers looked back and forth.

"We haven't heard anything," Rossi answered solemnly, but the rest of the team were still stuck on something else.

"What baby?" Garcia asked, looking at Jennifer, then at Will. "W-what's going on? What happened?"

Will, of course, just glanced over at JJ because A) he didn't even know all of the details and B) he knew it was her place to tell her team, the other half of her family.

JJ, on the other hand, didn't move a muscle. Didn't blink an eye. She knew she had slipped up. She knew it the moment it came out of her mouth, but she couldn't take it back and she knew that her coworkers sure as hell wouldn't drop it until they knew. It wasn't as much that she cared if they knew, but how was she supposed to say it? She had had enough trouble telling Will, let alone telling them. She figured it would probably be easier in some ways. It wasn't their baby after all, but they'd be hurt that she hadn't told them. With Will, she had just told him that she was protecting him, but she knew that wouldn't work with them. She knew they wouldn't buy it. She couldn't say that she didn't tell them because of the "covert nature" of her transfer even if she wanted to because they knew everything that happened now-well, most of it. But what bothered her the most was that Aaron wasn't there. It didn't feel right revealing such a...secret without the team being complete. And that was the other thing. They were there for Hotch-and Jack and Henry of course. She didn't want anyone to be worried about the past when they had plenty to deal with in the present.

"I, um,I-" she stuttered, trying to find out where she even wanted to begin. She started trying to speak again, but...

"Family of Aaron Hotchner."

Everyone froze again, except for Jessica who migrated closer to the group. The agents started moving slowly and together, but picked up the pace and spread out just slightly.

"That's us," said Jessica.

The doctor they surrounded was taller, older. He had classic salt-and-pepper hair paired with forming crinckles and exhausted gray-blue eyes.

"All of you?" He asked, scanning the relatively large group. All of them were silent, but a few nodded. "Well, luckily Agent Hotchner's surgery was successful."

"But?" David asked, raising his eyebrows.

"But, from the looks of it, there was a struggle before his attacker shot him. Most of his defensive wounds will heal without a problem, but he took a pretty bad blow to the head."

"How bad?" Asked Morgan instinctively even though he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"He could mild-to-severe amnesia," the doctor answered. "We won't know how bad it is until he wakes up."

"How long will that take?" Garcia asked, starting to lose her voice.

"A few hours."

They all sighed and looked down. Not only was there a possibility they could lose their only witness, they could lose their unit chief. But before any of that even happened, they were losing time, which you can't get back.