It was three days later when Emily was packing her things in the hospital. She heard the toilet flush and smiled as Jasmine walked through the door and back over to her bed.

"Hey Jazz, you ok?"

Jasmine nodded and sat on her suitcase. "Yup. I'm fine. What about you?"

Emily paused her actions and gave a watery smile to her sister. "I'm fine." Jasmine shook her head and jumped off her bag. She sat on her sisters bed. "Em, tell me something."

Emily nodded slightly as she zipped up her bag. Jasmine snapped her fingers, getting Emily's attention. Jasmine pointed to her face and smiled. "Look here, not the bag."

Emily smiled and sat down. "Alright. Shoot."

"Are you ok with being pregnant with your captor's baby?"

Emily just stared at her sister. Her eyes grew blurry from the tears. "You know, I'm not sure yet. You know how much I want a baby, but this," she put a hand on her stomach. "This is not the way to do it."

Before Jasmine could reply, Hotch and Morgan walked into the room. Both looked different then usual. Morgan was wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks, while Hotch was wearing a light blue button down shirt, his white slacks contrasting with his black shoes. Hotch sat down next to Emily while Morgan sat down next to Jasmine and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

They began talking about random things, and by the end of the conversation, Hotch and Emily's hands were brushing each other's on the bed. They looked at each other and smiled shyly, about to say something when the doctor came in.

"Emily."

All four turned to see the doctor with his clipboard in hand.

"Doc, don't you ever travel through the hospital without your clipboard?"

The doctor smiled. "Well I have some news for you. Jasmine, your fine to go back to work tomorrow-"

"You work?"

Jasmine smiled at Hotch and nodded. "I work in Counterintelligence, three floors below you guys."

Hotch's open mouth and Morgan's scoff made Jasmine and Emily laugh. They then turned back to the doctor who lightly cleared his throat. "Emily, I do have some news for you."

She nodded and felt Hotch's hand grasp hers.

"Well, when I told you the news about your pregnancy, we had four new baby scans and thirteen rape kits running in the same machine. There were very little mistakes made, but one woman got the wrong test."

"What are you saying?"

"Emily, I'm saying your not pregnant."

Emily let out a sigh and looked at her sister. She didn't know if she was upset or happy, but her sister always knew what to do. Both got up and embraced each other tightly.

Emily felt Morgan's and Hotch's hands on her back. When they broke apart, Emily looked at the doctor and nodded a thank you. "Is there anything else?"

The doctor nodded. "Well, Clayton Turner did penetrate, partially, through your womb. If you ever decide to get pregnant, it will be quite hard."

Emily's face dropped and she gave a small smile. "Ok, well it's not like I'm in a relationship anyway. But, just in case, what are the chances I could get pregnant?"

Hotch's heart broke when he heard the tears in her voice.

"Well, the chance you will get pregnant, added to your age, is probably, one in a million."

Emily didn't get a chance to respond before Jasmine spoke up.

"We want a percent doctor."

He nodded and looked as if he was doing the calculations in his head. "Well, I would say… probably less than two percent."