A/N: Hey!!! I just wanted to thank all my reviewers, you guys keep me going! I appreciate everything I hear and I thought I might also warn you that this chapter is a little dark, its more like when she was actually kidnapped. As always, flashbacks/ dreams are in italics. Thanks for reading!

-Kennedy

He was kicking her. Slamming his boots into her sides, not caring how badly she was hurt. Suddenly she felt it, something leave her, as if she was being abandoned.

"No!" she screamed, realizing that he was killing her child. She hadn't known it when it was happening but here she knew.

"No! You can't take her away from me!" Emily screamed as loud as she could, shrieking as the pain and sense of emptiness continued. A voice came into the room and seemed out of place.

"Emily!" It was Aaron's voice. Loud and yet distant; like he was screaming through an old telephone. She heard this over and over again but all she could focus on was the loss that seemed to be coursing through her veins. The baby was dying. Slowly, with each kick she felt the life inside of her fade. Hell had never seemed more real.

Emily awoke screaming, tossing and throwing her body sharply.

"Emily! It's okay, it was just a nightmare. I'm here." She heard Hotch say as hands came up to her shoulders. She was shaking and tears were streaming down her face with no signs of stopping. She couldn't manage to speak only curl up into herself and refuse any caring touch he gave her. At this moment, all he represented to her was the baby, her dead child. It was his. They could have had a family, "Or", she thought correcting herself, "I could have had a family." Aaron had Jack and always would. She loved that little boy more than he would ever know, but her place was not guaranteed. It could be taken, just as this child had been taken from her.

"Emily," he said quietly, stroking soft circles on her back, "Talk to me." He needed to believe that she was still alive, still really and truly present in his life. After the shrieking, he wasn't sure that what was lying on his couch was a whole woman. Her sobs quieted as he let her slowly calm down. It was important, he knew to let her process without interruption. He was waiting for the questions that he knew were coming. He didn't have to wait long.

"What happened? How did I get here?" She was quickly wiping her eyes and pulling her hair out of her eyes when a thought popped into her mind unbidden. "My mother would be ashamed." And just like that, she had another slap in the face. Emily stopped her hand in mid motion. This was her good little girl training kicking in and she fought it hard as she pulled her hand down to her lap. She braced for the next round of tears and grasped Hotch's hand.

"Emily, I think you had a flashback in the parking garage. Do you remember that?" He asked, continuing the circles with the hand not clutched in hers. She shrugged and gripped his had harder.

"The emotions, yes. The actual incident, no." She sighed.

Hotch couldn't bear to see her like this, crumpled, lost and just utterly shattered. Those were the only words he could muster to describe this Prentiss. She was just a pile of shards of what she used to be, the same thing, but in a state no one could recognize. She would have to pick up the pieces if she was going to get through this and by God, he was gonna be the glue. When ever she needed him, he would drop anything and everything. Jack would always be number one, but now a days, Emily was such a big part of both there lives, he knew Jack would be completely on board with doing anything for "his" Emmy. "We can make it." He silently told her. It didn't seem to help. He pulled her into a hug and felt her relax, if only slightly.

"Let's go home." It was a whisper, barely audible. Hotch nodded into her shoulder. Calmly, he got up and grabbed her purse and coat. He didn't try to judge her, or force her into anything, merely just offered his hand. Wiping the last of her tears away, Emily took it let him lead her to the door. Just when she didn't want it, but truly needed it, here was her knight in shining armor.

Through the window, an inquisitive eye watched the entire exchange. They loved each other, of that there was no doubt, but something gave the person pause. What if Emily's condition affected the entire team? The team had to function at there very best to do what they did and maybe, they thought, maybe this would be bad for them. They all cared so much for both parties involved, what if it made there work suffer? There careers? What would happen to the team from here on out? "We take care of our own." The person thought. They always had, and always would. Whether it be by lying for them, or more often then not, ignoring the flaws it had always gone on in the BAU. But. What if this time the agent was just a little to broken? What if this time they couldn't bounce back?

They left in a hurry, they were late to pick up Jack, and everyone needed to get some sleep in case they got called out. Emily received a few hugs and couldn't help the feeling she was drowning in pity, but she ignored her irritation. These people loved her and she owed them enough to let them say what they needed to her. They got into the car successfully this time and headed to Jessica's.

"What did you dream about?" Hotch asked in the thick silence in the car. "You don't have to tell me, I just want to make it better in whatever way I can." He added as an after thought.

Emily stared out the window, eyes focusing on something no one else could see. "Do you really want to know?" She asked, eyes never looking at him.

"Emily, I want to do everything I can." He stopped and took a breath, "So yes, I want to know."

""I was back in the basement and he was kicking me again. It kept happening, over and over. I felt his boot leave bruises and that sickening helplessness was back except this time it was worth. Aaron, I felt the baby dying. With every kick she faded a little more, and it was my fault. All I could do was lay there and let that man kill my baby." She stopped here and took a breath; deep and labored. She was fighting to finish, they both needed that. Emily grabbed his hand and studied there interlocking fingers intensely. Tears were coming back but she forced herself into finishing the thought.

"And Aaron. I'm sorry, but I don't know if you can make it better."