Sorry about the long wait. We had weird weather here, and I'm still healing between sporadic attempts at writing. I see that A LOT of you have read the update to "You Get It Up". Thank you so much! Hope to have that completed shortly. That said, here is the chapter you have been waiting for: The team finding out that there is going to be a Prentiss/Rossi Mini-Me! Enjoy!

Ps. It's one of my longest chapters to date!

The Last Unbroken Heart

Emily signed her name to the last memo and leaned back in her chair. Six weeks into her pregnancy, and so far, everything was smooth sailing. Rubbing a hand over her still flat stomach, a mysterious smile tug at her lips, she closed her eyes. Maybe pregnancy wasn't going to be so bad, she mused.

A knock on the door startled her. Opening her eyes, she saw Dave standing in the doorway.

"Rossi," she greeted and sat up straighter in the chair.

"Hi, Em. Sara said it would be alright for me to come back here," he apologized.

"Come in." Emily looked at his hands, then behind him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I have a couple of hours between lectures and thought I'd take you to lunch," he offered. "You barely ate breakfast."

"That's kind of you, but I have to finish up these reports," she gestured toward the stack of folders in her IN box.

"We don't have to leave the compound; we can grab something down the road or at the cafeteria," he offered.

Emily gave the invitation a moment's consideration. "Okay." She pushed away from the desk and stood up. "We have to make it quick since I have a meeting at two." Plucking her purse from the drawer, she pulled it over her shoulder.

"I'll have you back in time." Dave held out her coat and waited for her to slip it on. "It looks nice."

"What does?" Emily asked.

"The desk." He turned his head. "I like what you've done to this room."

"Yeah, well, it needed to be brought into the 21st century," Emily quipped. Letting out a breath, she pressed her fingers to her forehead.

Worried, Dave grabbed her other hand. "Em, are you feeling okay?" He touched her cheeks. "You're clammy."

"I'm fine. Just a little lightheaded," she replied and took deep breaths. "Maybe skipping breakfast wasn't such a great idea."

Dave took her elbow and guided her thru the door to the waiting area. "Let's get something in you."

Wearily, Emily nodded her response.
*****

Replenished from the meal, Emily felt herself begin to relax. The soothing atmosphere of the restaurant helped.

"How is the shadowing?" she asked, picking up the glass to take a sip from the straw.

Dave twirled the spaghetti around on his fork. "No complaints. I think Agent Stone is chomping at the bit to retire sooner than planned." He chewed thoughtfully. "Hotch said he might need me to accompany him and the team next time out."

"Oh?"

"Derek's leave is scheduled during that time, and Hotch doesn't want to be a man short." He took another bite, then laid his silverware down. "I'm going to need your permission, first."

"I'm not sure why you would," Emily shrugged. "The agreement was that you would provide a consult to the teams should it be required. Besides, Stone isn't retiring until the first of the year."

"I just feel that I should stay," he hedged.

"Because of the baby?" Emily finished.

"You're not out of the first trimester," he pointed out.

"Everything is fine. Dr. Lofton gave me a clean bill of health, despite my age. There should be no reason to stay and watch over me." Reaching into the breadbasket, Emily took a piece of garlic bread and nibbled on it.

"Still…" Dave couldn't shake the feeling that was invading his gut.

"Still nothing," Emily interrupted. "I feel fine. I haven't had morning sickness, and I feel great. You don't need to be hovering over me every second."

"I read that women can experience horrible morning sickness."

"Well, I'm not one of them. I'm just pregnant, Rossi, not an invalid. If you want to go with the team, you have my permission. You want to stay and continue shadowing, you can do that too. But please don't think that I'm going to let you play martyr by hovering over my every move for the next six months," she stated firmly.

The TV in the corner made a muffled noise as the silence stretched between Dave and Emily.

"I'm still your superior," she finished. She glanced at her watch. "I need to get back to the office." She pushed her chair out and stood up.

"How are you feeling?" Dave laid the tip on the table.

"Fine. I think it was just what I needed."

"You got some of your colour back."

"Rossi, it's going to be fine," Emily sighed. "Stop worrying about me and plan to go with Team Alpha when needed, okay?"

"Only because you're my boss," Dave replied, but his eyes twinkled.

Emily cocked her head. "Don't you forget it."
******

"Hi, Sara," Pen greeted happily. "Is the boss lady in?"

"Hi, Penelope. I think so." Sara pressed the intercom button on the phone. "Chief Prentiss?"

Two seconds passed before Emily's voice came over the speaker. "Yes, Sara?"

"Penelope Garcia is here to see you."

"Show her in."

"You heard her. So, are we still on for club hopping on Friday?" Sara asked.

"Girl, the second they release us for our weekend furlough, we are going to paint the town red. I'm trying to talk JJ in to coming with us, but she can't find a sitter," Pen groused, her bottom lip pouted.

"I'm crossing my fingers. Still, I think the two of us can cause some damage."

"Georgetown, here we come." Pen looked down at the folders in her hands. "Let me run these in for the Chief to sign. Bye." She waved over her shoulder.

"Bye." The phone rang. "Chief Prentiss's office. How may I help you?" she spoke into the receiver.

Pen knocked and waited for the invite before turning the handle. Stepping inside, she let out a gasp of surprise. "Wow! I really like what you did!" She turned around and smiled.

"Thanks. Are those the files requiring my signature?" Emily asked.

"They are." Pen stepped over to the desk and handed the folders over. "Once I get your Jane Hancock, I can put them in the system and close them out."

Setting the small stack on her desk, Emily opened them one by one and read before signing.

"So, how are things going with Agent Rossi?" Pen inquired with a conspiratorial whisper.

"I can't discuss that with you," Emily replied simply and scratched her name at the bottom of the page. Closing the file, she moved on to the next one.

A pink flush tinted Pen's cheeks. "I forgot. But he's still alive, so I'm guessing that everything is copacetic."

"Hmmm," Emily responded noncommittally. Swallowing hard, she tried to concentrate on the words staring at her, but her vision was blurred. "Ugh."

Pen's eyebrows knitted behind her frames. "Emily…I mean, Chief, are you okay?"

"I…don't feel so good." Emily swallowed again, but the bile continued to rise in her throat. Closing her eyes, she took deep breaths. Her hands clutched the edge of the desk, her fingernails bit into the polished wood.

"Emily. I'll get Sara." Pen turned, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Emily's features turn sickly green. "Oh, god! Come here!" Putting an arm around her friend, Pen hurried to help Emily into the adjacent bathroom located on the far side of the office.

Kneeling down in the nick of time, Emily lost her lunch. As the sound of retching filled the small room, Pen moved aside out of respect. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Retching was the only response.

"I have to get help," Pen muttered. Running to the door, she yanked it open. "Sara, get a doctor!"

Startled by the command, Sara stood up. "What's wrong?" Emily's distress reached Sara's ears. "Is she okay?"

"I don't know." Pen's eyes filled with tears. "We were talking, and the next thing I knew…this is bad," she moaned.

"I know that she and Agent Rossi went to lunch."

"I bet she has food poisoning," Pen announced. "I'll call Agent Rossi, you get the doctor!" Pulling out her phone, Pen punched in the preset code to dial Dave. "Boss man? You better get down here," she ordered before Dave had a chance to speak. "Emily is really sick. I think she has food poisoning."

Disconnecting, Pen ran back into the office. "Emily, are you okay, princess?"

Em shook her head. "I'm feeling better."

"Let me get a cool towel for your face." Running a paper towel under the tap, Pen wrung it out. "Lift your head." She ran the towel over Emily's face. "There you go."

"Uh…PG…" Emily gasped, her features turning green again. "MOVE!"

Helplessly Pen stood and listened.

"Hurry up, Agent Rossi," she prayed. "The doctor is coming, Emily," she called out hoping that might help.

"I don't need a doctor," Emily garbled as her stomach began to settle down. Reaching for the toilet paper, she wiped her mouth, then flushed the commode.

Flummoxed, Pen stepped inside the room. "Then what...?"

"Stop!" Emily held up her hands. "Don't come any closer."

"Are you contagious?" Pen wondered.

"No, it's your perfume. It's making me sick to my stomach." The world was still turning, so Emily didn't attempt to stand up.

"I told Sara to tell the doctor that it might be food poisoning."

Resting her head against the cool wall, Em took deep breaths. "It's not food poisoning. I'm pregnant."