Sorry for the delay. The hurricane is headed our way so I had to help prepare for it. Kinda freaking out – not gonna lie. Anyway, I hope you like this section, I went a little dramatic. All of this was researched though through . Enjoy! xoxo
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It had been a little over a week since Emily and Spencer's suspension had been lifted. They both decided after much discussion they would continue to work until the arrival of the babies. After that they would try and decide how they wanted to proceed.
Emily was 34 weeks when she woke up with a throbbing headache. She tried to sit up in bed, but felt too nauseous so she laid back down. The door to the bathroom swung open, causing her to flinch and throw the covers over her face.
"You ok?" Spencer asked somewhere outside the blanket.
"No," Emily growled.
She felt the bed sink in a little, but she stayed under the safety of her blanket.
"You can come out. I turned off the light," Spencer said.
Emily slowly pulled the cover away as she squinted into the darkened room. Spencer was watching her with concern.
"What's wrong? Headache?" he asked with a furrowed brow.
"Yes, and it's making me nauseous," she frowned.
"Can I get you anything? Ginger ale? An ice pack?" he offered.
"No, but thank you. I'm just going to try and get some rest. I'll head over to the office in a little bit," she said as she massaged her temples.
"You sure?" Spencer said hesitantly.
"I'm sure babe," she said, giving him a small smile.
He nodded, but his eyes still read leery. He bent over and gave her a kiss before grabbing his items and leaving for work.
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Emily woke up to intense pain in her abdomen. She let out a loud groan as she curled into a ball. She couldn't be going into labor this early, could she? Maybe this was one of those Braxten Hicks things that Spencer and J.J. told her about.
She decided to try using the bathroom. Besides not peeing all night, maybe the tacos from the night before were haunting her. She started walking towards the restroom when her vision started to blur. She slowly let herself go to the floor as the room spun around her.
She started crawling toward the bedside table. Her hands shaking as her vision slowly came back to her. She nearly threw up when she saw the puddle of blood beneath her. Her vision started growing narrow again.
She pressed a button on her phone and pressed send. She couldn't see the number she pushed, but she prayed whoever it was would answer.
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Spencer sat at his desk filling out paperwork, while Derek sat nearby telling Luke about this farfetched crime movie he watched the night before. Every once in a while, Spencer would chime in with a fact that proved the movie wrong, making Derek shout "I know!" in agreement.
"So, then the guy starts climbing the wall …" Derek said before a shout cut him off.
Derek, Luke, and Spencer looked up to see Penelope running toward them. Her eyes were wide with panic and she looked to be on the verge of tears.
"Garcia, what's …" Derek started but was cut off again.
"It's Emily," she said waving the phone.
Spencer jumped to his feet nearly knocking his chair over.
"She called and she was crying and she asked for help before she stopped talking. I can't get her to answer me," she said as the tears finally made their appearance.
Spencer grabbed Penelope's phone.
"Emily? Emily?" he said frantically.
Without another word, Spencer handed the phone back to Penelope and started running toward the elevator.
"Garcia, keep her on the line. Go get Rossi and J.J. and meet us there," Derek said as he and Luke ran after Spencer.
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The phone rang only twice before a faint voice could be heard.
"How is my favorite mom to be?"
"Garcia …" she groaned.
"Emily? Emily, what's wrong?" Penelope said sitting up straighter in her chair.
"Help me," Emily whispered in response.
The room started spinning faster. The edges of her sight were turning black and the sound of pulsing echoed through her ears. She tried to ask for help again when the darkness surrounded her.
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Before Derek could even stop his car, Spencer had thrown open the door and jumped out. He took off running to the front door, where he shoved the key in, pushed the door, and left it wide open. He took the stairs two at a time. It felt like he was moving in slow motion. No matter how fast he ran, he felt like he would never reach Emily.
He ran into the bedroom and saw Emily lying in a heap of blood near their bed. With shaking hands, he dropped to his knees and placed his hand on her neck. She had a pulse, though incredibly weak.
"Emily, Emily please wake up," he said brushing the hair out of her eyes.
The light to the bedroom switched on, but Spencer's eyes remained glued to Emily's. Her face was pale and the amount of blood around her was alarming. It trailed from the bed, toward the bathroom, and back into a large puddle that she lay in.
"Yes ma'am, she's unconscious," Luke said into his phone.
Derek appeared across from Spencer. He reached out and placed fingers to Emily's neck and began counting. He relayed the pulse information to Luke, who told the 911 operator. Spencer couldn't move. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He just sat watching his wife and two children dying in front of him. Why again? Why did this always have to happen to him? What had he done to deserve such a tortured life?
"They are 5 minutes away," Luke said.
"Go downstairs and keep Garcia out. She does not need to see this," Derek said.
Luke nodded and left the room. Spencer still held Emily's hand tight in his own. Tears streaming down his face as he stared blankly at her.
"Reid? Reid?"
Spencer heard him, but couldn't respond. If she died … there was no point in living anymore. He wouldn't live without her. Without his children.
"Reid, look at me!"
Spencer snapped out of his fog and slowly looked up at Derek.
"I know you are scared right now, but you need to stay strong. Emily and the babies need you. You are going to ride with her to the hospital. In order to do that, you need to be aware of your surroundings. You need to snap out of it," Derek said directly.
Spencer nodded his understanding just as the paramedics ran into the room.
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The team paced the waiting room. It felt like they had been here too many times before. J.J. sat with her head resting on Will's. Rossi sat staring at his cup of coffee, while Derek sat next to him playing with his watch. Garcia sat next to Luke who held her hand and tried to console her with pictures of cats he pulled up on his phone.
It seemed like hours before Spencer came out. He looked pale and haunted. Everyone's attention turned immediately to him.
"She's going in for an emergency C-section. She didn't know she was suffering from preeclampsia which caused placenta previa," he said as his lip trembled.
"What does that mean?" Penelope said jumping up.
"It means that Emily has high blood pressure that caused her to receive lower blood flow. This in turn caused placenta previa which means the placenta is blocking her cervix, trapping the babies inside and causing massive blood loss," J.J. said quavering.
Spencer nodded as tears poured from his eyes. Without anything else, he turned and walked off back towards the room where he would prep to go in with Emily.
Penelope's sobs were audible. She buried her head in Luke's shoulder as he held her tightly.
"So, what are we expecting here?" Derek asked angrily.
"It's different with everyone, but given that the babies are 6 weeks early they will be placed in NICU," J.J. began.
"And Emily?" Luke asked as he still held Penelope.
"She'll need blood transfusions. Placenta previa in itself is dangerous, but based off the fact that Spence said she lost a massive amount of blood, leads me to believe she also suffered placenta accrete. That basically means the placenta is implanted too deeply and makes it difficult to separate during delivery."
"Is Emily going to die?" Penelope asked as her head popped up from Luke's shoulder.
J.J. frowned and looked down at the floor. The fear in her eyes said a lot.
"The transfusions should help her. They'll also give her Pitocin to give her contractions. This will help to stop the bleeding," J.J. explained.
"Emily is a tough woman. She will survive this," Will piped in.
J.J. gave him a sad smile and leaned into him as he kissed the top of her head. All they could do now was pray and wait.
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Time moved by slowly. The girls seemed to have run out of tears and everyone had grown silent. No one moved or did anything. They all just stared in a zombie like silence. Luke was the first to see Spencer walking towards them. He made a noise that signaled the others. Again, their attention turned to him.
He wiped the tears from his eyes as he tried to speak. He was struggling as his breathing grew rapidly.
"Spence," J.J. said as tears streamed from her eyes.
"The … uh … babies are ok. The nurses took them to NICU. Emily is in ICU," he said as he shook. "She's stable, but she'll need another transfusion. They are also watching her … um … blood pressure. It's still dangerously high."
With that the dam broke. Spencer erupted into sobs. Rossi, being the closest to him, reached out and pulled Spencer into his arms. He held the boy he considered a son tight in his arms as he cried into his shoulder.
There wasn't a dry eye in the room as they all took in the news. While it seemed that somewhat optimistic they certainly weren't out of the woods yet. The next few days would be in God's hands. Something none of them felt comfortable doing.