"Derek, we are going to be late. You have to hurry up!" Prentiss yells through the halls.
Morgan gathers his belongings and scurrys to the door waiting for Preniss to wobble over, "Ready?"
Emily nods and heads for the car. They drive approximately seventeen minutes to the FBI building. Scanning in with their new ID's Emily presses the elevator button. The doors open and Hotchner jogs out, "Morgan, we need to go now. I will brief you in the car. Let's go." Hotchner rushes out and Morgan turns to Prentiss with sympathetic eyes. Emily responds with an understanding glance.
Emily hops on the elevator to go up to her neat and orderly desk. On the elevator she has the sudden urge to pee. She thinks to herself, "Good grief, this is the third time today." Stepping out of the elevator she walks the other way towards the restroom. Relieving herself she flushes and washes her hands. Her ID falls off the corner of her blazer onto the floor. She rolls her eyes, dries her hands and mumbles incoherently, "Why? Why must this happen?" Trying her best to bend down and reach her badge she kneels onto the cold tile. Almost grasping it she lightly falls on the ground. In her head she thinks, "Well, at least I got my ID back." She tries to get back on her feet, but fails miserably. She leans on the wall and takes a deep breath. Pulling out her phone she clicks on Penelope's contact information and calls her.
"Howdy, sweetness. What can I do for you?" Garcia asks.
"I don't want you to freak out-" Prentiss is cut off by nervous chattering.
Penelope rambles, "Did you start a fire? You know what I told you about fires."
"No fires have been started," Prentiss assures. Garcia is relieved somewhat, but still has worrying thoughts. "I dropped my ID on the ground in the bathroom and the only way I could reach it was to sit on the floor. I clearly did not think my plan through as I am currently sitting on the floor unable to stand up without any help."
"I am on my way. Penelope out," Garcia hangs up and clicks down the hallway to assist Prentiss. "I am here," Garcia waltzes through the door and walks to Emily. "Grab my arm."
Emily grabs onto Penelope's arm and is hoisted to her swollen feet, "Thank you."
"No problem, mamacita," Garcia helps adjust Emily's blazer. Emily walks towards the door to head to her desk, when Garcia speaks up in a panicked tone, "Emily…"
Prentiss turns around, "What?" All Penelope can do is point her finger at the spot causing her to ache. Prentiss clunks over to Penelope and asks again with frustration, "What is it?" Emily looks at where she is pointing to, "Shit." Emily looked down at her dark brown pants and touched it gently leaving traces of blood.
"What do we do?" Garcia finally speaks up.
Emily looks more pissed off than scared, but deep down she is terrified, "I have to go to the doctor."
"I can drive," Garcia pulls out her phone to call a multitude of people. She starts with janitorial services, "Hello, this is Penelope Garcia. I am a Technical Analyst with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, my partner is pregnant and is actively bleeding. Could you come to the sixth floor bathroom and clean up the mess. Thank you so much." Walking down the hallway Emily raises her eyebrows. Garcia looks at her, "What? I can be extra professional if I need to." She calls an on-call technical analyst and fills him in on the situation at hand. "Do you want to call Derek?"
"I feel like I should," Emily pulls out her phone and dials up her man.
"Hey, Em. How is everything going?" Derek asks right off the bat.
Prentiss buckles her seatbelt as Garcia viciously pulls out of her spot., "I am okay. Well, actually that is not one hundred percent true."
Derek leans forward dramatically, everyone on the jet turns their heads, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"I dropped my ID and went to get it, but I couldn't get up. I called Pen to help me and when I got up, I found out that I was bleeding," Prentiss says nervously.
Derek starts to internally panic, "Are you going to the hospital? Please tell me you are going to a hospital." The team shows extreme concern as they only know what Derek is saying to Emily.
"I am; and you don't have to come back. I have got this under control. I will update you when I have more information. Please don't worry too much," Emily says.
"Don't worry? You want me to not worry?" Derek scoffs.
JJ taps on his leg and mouths, 'Is everything alright?'
"We are going to the hospital, I am going to check in. You really don't have to come," Prentiss insists. Minutes later she gets out of the car and walks towards the ER.
Derek finishes his call. Flustered he explains, "Emily started bleeding again. Garcia and her are at the hospital now."
Derek rubs his forehead with anxiety. Hotchner announces assertively, "When we land in Arizona, don't leave. I will have the jet take you back."
"No, Hotch. I would never-" Derek is cut off.
"You will," Hotchner stares at Derek. Derek nods in agreement.
Minutes later she gets out of the car and walks towards the ER. At the hospital Emily is rushed to the maternity ward and given an array of tests. It just so happened that Doctor Stone, Emily's main doctor overseeing the pregnancy, is in the hospital at the same time Emily is. Emily sits in a paper dress with Penelope standing next to her squeezing her hand. Doctor Stone walks in and washes his hands vigorously, then sits on his rolling chair.
Stone gives a look to Emily. Prentiss begins to cry, she whimpers and mutters, "Something is wrong. I know that look. What happened?"
Garcia squeezes her hand with compassion. Penelope stares at the doctor waiting for him to respond. "Well?" Garcia asks impatiently.
"Emily, your pregnancy is extremely high risk; and sometimes with high risk pregnancies there is a greater chance of bleeding or any kind of complication. I read over the notes from your other visit to the ER and conclusively proves my worst fear," Doctor Stone takes a breath before continuing. "All your exaggerated symptoms are warnings and key indicators of preeclampsia."
Emily's heart drops and her chest feels heavy. She stumbles over her words, "What- what is going to happen?"
Garcia whips her head to face Stone. Stone responds, "You are going on strict bed rest. I will print up a set of guidelines for you to follow. Also, I am going to prescribe some medication to manage your blood pressure, maintain steady protein levels and one to keep you from delivering early." He looks directly into her eyes, "This is extremely serious. You must follow every suggested guideline. If you don't, you are going to end up back in this bed. If you feel uneasy about a new or worsening symptom, come in immediately. No matter how big or small, if you have a concern, you call my cell phone." He writes down his cell phone number on the back of his business card. "Don't be afraid, if you take care of yourself and your babies, everything will be okay." His pager rings obnoxiously, "I have to go, it is an emergency. Remember, call me. I am serious." He nods and sprints out the door to another room down the hall.
"Pen, do you want to grab the discharge papers, I am going to call Derek?" Emily asks. Penelope nods yes and marches to the nurse's station.
The phone rings, "What happened? Are you okay? Are they okay? Is everyone alright?" Derek asks aggressively with love.
"I'm on bed rest for the remainder of my pregnancy," Emily sounds disappointed.
"I am on my way back. I will be there as soon as I can. I love you," Derek mutters timidly.
"Love you," She hangs up the phone.
Garcia walks back in with a clipboard in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, "Here are your discharge papers, as well as your bed rest guidelines. I also got a decaf green tea for you." Penelope hands over both the items and sits down as Emily fills out the papers. Walking down the hallway, Penelope has to slow down as Emily toddles behind her. On the elevator ride down to the parking garage Penelope breaks the silence, "Have you thought of any names for the babies?"
Emily refocuses, "Not really. Derek and I have picked the middle names, we wanted them to have some sort of significance to our lives. We haven't really discussed first names though."
Emily sips her tea slowly as Penelope squeals with excitement, "What are they?"
Gulping down her sip of tea Emily responds, "Derek and I agreed to keep it to ourselves for now."
"That is not fair. You can not tell me that you have middle names picked out if you won't tell me what they are," Garcia is frustrated and joyous at the same time.
The doors open to the second level of parking. Walking only a few steps to Penelope's car Emily notices the evil glare Garcia is making. Giving in she says, "Fine, I will tell you one of the three; but only if you swear to not tell Derek that I told you."
Garcia nods with pure excitement, "Yes, yes, absolutely."
"Baby B's middle name is Hank," Emily waits for her reaction.
"Oh that is so adorable! That is too cute!" Garcia exclaims as she pulls out of her spot. Going on about the middle name she pauses at a red light to help concentrate. After the red light turns green Garcia continues, "Have you read the criteria for your bed rest?"
"No, not yet," Emily pulls out the folded sheet of paper from her purse and reads the bullet points. "No leaving your house- I think I can do that. Make an appointment with Doctor Stone for every two days, doesn't that seem a little excessive?" Emily turns to face Garcia. "Lower salt intake, drink more water, limit climbing up and down stairs. Try to stand for short periods of time, no more than a half an hour, that includes showering, no heavy lifting or strenuous activity. When driving to your doctor's appointment, have someone else drive."
"I'll do it!" Garcia exclaims.
"Looks like I can check that off," Emily checks the bullet point. "It seems doable."
Garcia nods and parks in Emily's driveway. She gets out to help Prentiss get into the house. Walking into the house, Prentiss heads for the kitchen, "No! You are going to your room, you are supposed to go straight to bed or the couch." Emily looks at her thinking she is joking. "Don't look at me with that tone of voice. I will grab some pajamas for you to change into, but you are going to plop your butt wherever you will be spending your bedrest." Emily is standing there in disbelief. "What are you doing standing there? Go!"
Prentiss scurrys to the couch. Penelope brings down multiple sets of pajamas, a tray specifically for eating in bed, all of Emily's electronics, Emily's favorite pillow and a couple framed photos that were on her nightstand. One photo is of Emily and Derek on their first date, another is the sonogram from the first appointment and the third is of the team in Rossi's backyard from a past party. Emily is shocked, "You really didn't need to bring all of this down."
Penelope snaps back lovingly, "This is only my first trip." Penelope heads back up the stairs and goes back into the bedroom where she grabs a fluffy blanket, as well as a potted plant and other little items. "All done." The coffee table is crowded and busy as there are many different items Garcia brought to make Prentiss happy.
"Thank you. You really didn't have to do this," Emily adjusts herself on the couch. "Looks like I have to get used to this spot. I am going to be here for a while."
All of a sudden the door bursts open. Hurried footsteps are becoming closer and closer to the couch. "Emily? Emily, are you here?" Derek frantically bellows down the hall.
"In here!" Emily answers.
Derek sprints into the room where Emily is laying on the couch and Penelope is sitting by her feet. Penelope rushes out of the way so Derek can sit. Derek leans on Emily in pure fear, "Are you okay? Is everyone alright?"
Emily sits up slightly, "We are all okay."
They embrace each other's warmth. Garcia starts slowly walking towards the door, "I expect at least one call everyday."
"Thank you," mouths Emily as she is still being devoured in Derek's arms. Garcia nods and walks out. Backing out of the hug Emily explains, "I saw Doctor Stone and he says I have severe preeclampsia. I need to be on strict bed rest and follow this protocol," Prentiss hands Morgan the sheet of paper. "Penelope is helping with the driving to and from appointments."
Derek nods as he follows along, "I can ask Hotch for some time off to help you with all of this."
Emily pauses, "No, please. I want to feel somewhat normal, and the only way to do that is by seeing you go to work. I need to know that something is going right, please."
Derek sighs, "How about I take tomorrow off to help you adjust and then I go back to work like normal; but you will call Garcia and I at least once a day with updates. You got it?"
Emily smiles, "I got it." Emily nuzzles into Derek's side.
He strokes her hair as she starts to doze off to sleep. Very quietly he says, "I love you."