Well this would have been up sooner , but my internet disconnected and my changes to this chapter were not saved so I had to redo this.

Thank you all for reading! I appreciate your ideas and I think I have a way to make it a little of both, sort of.

I took an unconviental way of Emily getting over her problems and I hope ya'll enjoy! Unexplained things happen sometimes and I hope ya'll don't think it's too out of the way!

There are probably mistakes and I apologize and I hope I used the right words for Art when he talks. Thanks for all your support and I hope this chapter doesn't let you down.

Happy reading!

Art and Jack had engaged themselves in a heated game of Operation. Thankfully Art and Jack had become friends during the day so the "grownups", as Art would say, could talk.

Currently Hotch and Emily were waiting in the den, for her parents to come in. Emily was standing by the window. Hotch was looking around, still very intrigued by the house and its design. When he left Emily standing by the window, he thought she was okay, but in the silence he started to hear her breathing change. He walked up to her and placed his hands around her waist. Underneath his touch he could feel her trembling. "Emily, you're shaking." Hotch felt her grab onto him, as if she was trying to control her nerves. "I'm here. Everything is going to be alright." He whispered in her ear.

Emily turned around to face him. Her eyes were glossy and her voice shook as she said, "I just want this to be over."

Hotch ran his fingers through her hair, "I know." He leaned in, kissing her on the forehead.

Right about the time, Emily received her kiss, her parents walked through the doorway.

Emily quickly grabbed her stomach and the color drained from her face.

"What's wrong?" Hotch asked.

Emily ran out of the den, pushing past her parents, into the foyer and out the door. Just as she stepped outside she leaned over the porch and disposed of supper.

Hotch was quick on her heels. He saw her lean over and he quickly grabbed her hair, pulling it away from her face and gently rubbed her back. When she was finished he pulled out his handkerchief, for her to wipe her face.

Emily was still peeked and shivered in the misty, cool, evening air. She leaned into Hotch for support, feeling a little weak.

"You don't have to do this." He assured her.

"I do." She said.

Hotch nodded and followed her into the house, with his hand resting in the small of her back. Behind him he pulled the door close then suddenly felt Emily stop. He looked forward and saw she had stopped, only because her parents were standing in the way.

Elizabeth cocked her head and said, "I knew you ate too much at dinner. Perhaps next time you'll remember your manners, eating more slowly and just enough to be satisfied."

Hotch was fuming, I'd like to put my hands around her neck and…no she's Emily's mother you do have to show at least a morsel of respect. It's a wonder Emily isn't anorexic having to listen to that garbage every day. Protectively he put his arm around her and was just about to say something when Emily had something to say for herself.

"Oh, shut up mother! You can take all your matters of propriety and throw them out the window!"

"How dare…" Her mother tried to argue.

Emily cut her off, "How dare you mother! Ever since I was little you have lied to me. Was it because you were worried about what people would think? Or was it because you actually cared?"

Hotch watched in amusement, Now that's the Emily I know. That's my woman.

Paul stuck out his finger and said, "Young lady your mother deserves some respect."

Hotch noticed Emily let her dad completely finish what he had to say before she continued on. There was an amount of respect for her father that she didn't have for her mother.

"Respect! Oh and I guess you deserve some respect too." Emily's voice got quieter when she directed her comment towards her dad. "What about me, huh!" Her voice was hurt.

Upstairs Art and Jack could plainly hear the arguing below. Art knew Jack didn't need to hear any of it, so he moved him to a different part of the house and started a movie. Once he had the movie going Art proceeded to go downstairs.

"What about you! I've never lied to you! We've fed you, clothed you and…" Elizabeth tried to explain.

"You don't even know what I'm talking about, do you?" Emily said tilting her head.

"It sounds to me like you're mad at us for never being around." Her mother said with her nose stuck up in the air.

To Hotch it was obvious Elizabeth felt some kind of guilt about being away all the time. Paul on the other hand had a different look, he seemed to know exactly what Emily was talking about but didn't say anything.

"Never being around was your fault, not mine and it's you who missed out, not me." Emily quieted her voice, "I'm talking about Rebecca."

With the name said, there was an obvious change in Elizabeth and Paul's demeanor. They glanced at each other and back at Emily. Elizabeth took a step forward and placed her hand on Emily's shoulder.

Emily waited anxiously to see what she was going to say.

"Are you still upset about her death? You should be over that by now; it was a long time ago."

Emily pulled away, "What the hell? Are you serious? You are worried about me still grieving over her death. You see it's not that I'm still grieving over her death, I'm mad about how she died. I don't believe she died in a car accident."

"Of course she did dear." Elizabeth said, trying her hardest to show affection.

"You're lying now and you've been lying all these years. You can't try to hide it from me; you do remember that I'm a profiler, right?"

Hotch could see straight through them. They were holding something back. Taking a step forward he was standing next to Emily and said, "There is something you are hiding and Emily deserves to know."

"This has nothing to do with you." Paul said.

Hotch controlled his anger and stated, "If it has something to do with Emily, it has everything to do with me."

Just then steps could be heard and the four of them looked up. On the landing, at the top of the stairs, stood Art with his hands clasped behind his back. His bright expression was gone and his look had now become serious. "Tell her, she deserves to know." He walked the remaining steps to the bottom.

Elizabeth and Paul sighed. Paul led the way and said, "Let's all go have a seat."

Finally when they were sat down, with the exception of Art, who was still standing, Hotch had grabbed Emily's hands and waited to hear what happened.

Paul began, "You want the truth so here it is. You and Rebecca were playing; as a matter of fact you were playing in the woods, right behind this house."

Hotch could feel Emily's hands start to shake and he held them a little tighter. He looked to her expression and saw she was biting down on her lip.

"You had been gone for awhile and your mother and I became worried." Paul said now holding to Elizabeth's hands.

Emily watched as her mother tried to blink back the tears.

Paul continued, "We sent Art to find you."

Emily looked at Art and saw his look of confirmation, saying that the statement was correct.

"When Art came back and told us what happened, it was a miracle you were still alive." Paul looked down and Elizabeth was sniffling.

Art sat down next to Paul and continued the story, "I went looking for you and Rebecca. You both had wondered off quite a ways and I had a hard time finding you. It wasn't until I heard you scream that I knew where you were at. I took off running and came upon the creek where you liked to play. It was there where I saw little Rebecca. Frantically I looked around for you and panicked because you were nowhere in sight. I was spinning in a circle and then out of the blue you screamed again. The sound of your voice came from atop a hill. I ran up the hill as fast as I could fly and there you were, in the meadow, on the back side of the property." Art looked down.

The room was quiet with anticipation. Hotch heard Emily's breathing become quicker and thought waiting any longer would not be a good idea, "Please Art, continue." Hotch pressed kindly.

Art looked up, "I saw wee Emily struggling. There was a man on top of her, she was screaming as I've never heard before. The man was...touching...his fingers...they were...inside. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him off. He took off running. I didn't chase him because wee Emily was lying there screaming and crying. She needed someone."

Emily had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I took you back home and we called the Bobby."

Hotch got a curious look on his face.

"Policeman as you might call them." Art said.

Emily's voice wavered, "What happened to Rebecca?"

Art looked to Paul so he finished, "When we talked to you, you said you were playing hide and seek. Apparently by the time you found her, that man had killed her."

"No, I want to know how he killed her, what he did to her and who the man is." Emily said becoming angry at his round about answers.

"Okay, well in the time you were looking for her, he had time to molest her and when he heard you coming he snapped her neck and waited for you."

Emily tried hard to hold in her sobs. It was my fault. She remembered being the one who wanted to play hide and seek. I should have found her sooner and none of this would have happened if I didn't want to play that game...and he actually...oh no...he...she couldn't think it.

"His name was Conner Kirkpatrick. He's was killed in prison a few years ago." Peter finished.

Emily started sucking in deep breaths, trying to force herself from breaking down in front of her parents and Art. She looked at Hotch and said, "I need to be alone."

He nodded and she ran out the door.

Emily ran down the steps and into the woods. When she was far enough away, from the house, she screamed and fell to her knees sobbing. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" She said through her sobs. "If it wasn't for me you'd still be alive!" She wrapped her arms around herself and rocked back and forth. "Why did this have to happen? What do I do?" What will Hotch think? I have to tell the team, or do I? I know Morgan won't think less of me...but...I don't know what to do. "God! Please if you're up there, help me know what to do!"Emily was crying so hard that she made herself sick, but it wasn't anything but a dry heave, causing her stomach to cramp and tighten. When she was finished dry heaving she laid down, curled up into the fetal position and closed her eyes.

"Emily." A voice floated into the air.

Emily jumped awake. Frantically she looked around and saw no one. "Hello?"

"Emily." The young voice came again, closer this time.

Emily suddenly saw Rebecca standing in front of her. Quickly she started scooting away from her.

"It's okay." Rebecca said.

Emily stopped, feeling the reassurance in her voice and she wasn't afraid. "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault."

The girl knelt next to Emily, "It wasn't your fault."

"It was. I'm so sorry , can you ever forgive me?"

"Emily, we were just kids. You can't blame yourself, you did nothing wrong." Rebecca smiled, blonde ringlets fell about her face and a glow encompassed her figure.

"What do I do? How do I get over this? I feel so guilty and used."

Rebecca sat next to her, "Talk to the man you came here with. He will help you through."

"You've seen him?" Emily asked.

"Yes. I've been with you a long time Emily. I've been with you since your grandmother gave you the pendant. I asked then to be your guardian angel. Giving the pendant as a symbol of friendship, your friend now carries with him his own angel to protect him."

Emily cried.

"Emily, you must let go of the past in order to live in the present and look foward to the future."

Emily giggled while sniffling, "You're pretty wise for a little girl."

Rebecca stood up and held out her hand, "Come with me."

Together they walked into the light. Emily saw Hotch standing before her and Rossi standing next to her. Around them was her BAU family. It was her wedding. Just as she briefly caught the moment, a tiny, baby girl now lay before her. Emily watched as the baby began to grow. Hotch threw her up in the air as she laughed, then he caught her and spun her around. Laughter and joy filled an unfamiliar house, then suddenly she saw a light falling snow. They were all at Rossi's. The children were sleeping upstairs while the adults talked of childhood dreams.

Rebecca began to fade away. "No, don't go." Emily said.

"I will always be with you and your family." Rebecca said fading off into the distance.

Emily jolted awake and tears started falling down her cheeks. She looked to the sky and said, "Thank you." She didn't question what happened but took it as an answer to a prayer. Emily stood up and was immediately filled with peace. No longer was she heavy burdened with the past, but she had hopes for the future.

She started walking towards the house, her steps were slow and heavy as she rested her hands on her stomach. It didn't take long for her to notice how tired she was. Mentally and Emotionally she was exhausted. It had been a long day and she needed some rest, right after she had something to eat. Her stomach was now growling.

The house finally came in sight and her hands tightened around her belly. Relieved in knowing the truth, she felt she was ready to move forward with whatever the future was to hold. A little girl. She bit down her lip, forcing back the tears, she didn't want Hotch to see her crying, although she was pretty sure her eyes were red and puffy.

Looking back, in the direction of the house, it slowly began to tilt back and forth. Emily closed her eyes and stood still. When she opened them the house was normal, but her head felt empty. She looked at the ground watching it tilt towards her and then away from her. Her face rushed with heat and she lost her balance. She fell to the ground in unconsciousness.

Hotch was getting antsy waiting for Emily to come back. It had been at least two hours and he was getting worried. After finishing "It's a Bug's Life" with Jack, and eating a bowl of strawberry ice cream, he decided to get some fresh air on the front porch. It was getting dark, but the outside was well lit and he hoped to see Emily walking towards the house.

Hotch rested his elbows on the stone ledge and looked in the distance. He scanned the tree line and thought he saw a little movement. He squinted, looking harder. In the stillness, he heard a faint moan. Hotch walked off the steps towards the tree line, as he approached he realized it was Emily. "Emily!" He called to her as his pace increased.

"Aaron?" She said weakly.

Hotch knelt down next to her. He picked up the upper half of her torso and cradled her in his arms. "Emily, are you okay? What happened?"

Emily was still a little disoriented, her eyes roamed and she tried to force recovery by sitting up fast.

Hotch held her down, "Emily, just lay here a minute. Do you remember what happened?" He rubbed her hair out of her face.

"I got dizzy."

"A combination of stress, emotional drain and throwing up supper probably didn't help. Not to mention if you're pregnant your blood pressure could drop." Hotch noticed her eyes stopped wandering and she was looking straight at him. "You look a little better, how do you feel?"

"Better, can I sit up now?" She asked.

"Yes, but let me help you." Hotch supported her back as she sat up.

Emily noticed a funny look on Hotch's face, "You like you want to say something."

"I was just thinking." Hotch said.

"About what?"

"Jack is worried about you. He wanted to know why you were mad and he thinks a bowl of ice cream will help you feel better."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice earlier, I should have thought of Jack first." Emily said feeling regret.

Hotch rubbed her back, "It's okay, if you hadn't I would've."

Emily felt a tear trace down her cheek. Hotch always had a way of making her feel better. "You never make me feel like it's my fault. Why are you so good to me?"

"I love you Emily and it wasn't your fault. You deserve to be treated good and I'm doing my best to make you feel worthy of being loved."

"But...what do you think of me now? I understand if you don't...you know...want me."

"Emily, there is nothing that could happen to you that would make me stop loving you. You were an innocent little girl and you couldn't help what happened. I love you so much and I know my words are so insignificant and don't even begin to describe how I feel about you. Maybe when we get back to Quantico, Reid can increase my vocabulary." Hotch smiled at his comment, hoping to get the same reaction from Emily and he did.

"She was right." Emily said.

"Who was?" Hotch asked.

"A friend." Emily smiled and pushed back her tears; the last thing she wanted to do was burst out and cry. She had, had enough of that for awhile. Feeling a hunger pain in her stomach she said, "That ice cream sounds good right about now, what do you say about helping me up?"

Hotch gives her a smile and then guides her into a standing position.

"Let's spend a day with Jack tomorrow, what do you say? We can see some of the sights, picnic and maybe get him on a horse." Emily asks holding to Hotch's forearm for support.

"That sounds perfect."

I hope things didn't seem rushed and literally I've had to rewrite this up to seven times. My Internet was being ridiculous. I hope ya'll enjoy! If you have something to say good or bad I'd love to hear!