A/N: Hey guys! I know I didn't focus much on JJ's POV during the last chapter, but that was for a reason. Also, I wanted to mention an idea to ya'll. I am thinking about starting a new fic that is set in the world of this story and 'New Beginnings.' It would be a series of one shots that fill in the gaps between certain chapters and would contain other moments between JJ/Street that tie in to the two major stories. Please let me know if that's something you would like to see. Anyways, thanks for reading!

Her blood. That's all Street could think about as he stood in the hospital hallway. He had it on his hands, his shirt, and the sight and feel of it was making him nauseous.

He had to get it off of him or he was going to be sick. He found the nearest bathroom, locking himself inside, and started scrubbing his hands under scalding water.

The blood had already dried, so it was taking some effort to get it off. He scrubbed and scratched until his hands felt raw and irritated, left with a pinkish tinge.

The sight of JJ's blood made everything seem more real, and Street wasn't sure how to deal with it in this moment.

As soon as they had arrived at the hospital, doctors and nurses wheeled JJ away on the gurney. They took her through a set of double doors that Street was strictly prohibited from entering, and so far, he hadn't been told anything.

He grasped the cold, porcelain sink, which was the only thing grounding him to reality at the moment. He knew it was bad, worse than everyone originally thought. JJ had died… her heart had actually stopped beating while they were in the ambulance.

EMTs were able to revive her, but it had been the scariest moment of Street's life. He would never forget the sound emanating from the heart monitor, and the sight of her lifeless body as she flatlined. Tears filled his eyes just thinking about it.

A knock on the door pulled Street from his grim recollection. He took a deep breath in hopes of calming himself down.

"Street? You in there, man?" It was Luca. "I brought you a clean shirt."

Street splashed some cold water on his face, then made the few short steps to the door. When he opened it, he could hardly stand the sight of Luca's sympathetic gaze.

The other man handed him a gray t-shirt, and Street was grateful for anything that wasn't stained crimson. "Here, I had an extra in my car."

"Thanks. Has anyone come out yet?"

Luca was solemn as he shook his head. "Nah… haven't heard anything… but both teams are all out here. Garcia went to check on Rossi, though."

He nodded, his eyes trained on the shiny linoleum below his boots. "Give me a minute and I'll be out."

"Okay."

Once Luca was gone and the door was closed again, Street stripped off his shirt and quickly discarded of it. The vest he had been wearing caught most of the blood, but it hadn't been able to stop all of it from getting on his shirt as he held JJ in his arms.

He put the clean shirt on, then made his way to the waiting room. He was desperate for answers, and he definitely wasn't going to get them standing in the restroom.

Upon his arrival, the room was filled with agents and officers, all anxiously awaiting news on their critically injured friend. Street knew JJ would be touched if she could see all of them there supporting her.

He took a seat over by Chris, barely registering her squeezing his shoulder. He wasn't good at waiting, never really one for patience… but right now, there was nothing more he could do.

3 HOURS LATER

Hondo nudged Street's knee, and he looked up to see a man in scrubs approaching them. Street stood up so fast he made himself lightheaded, and his chair scraped loudly against the floor.

The doctor took a look at the large group, some still wearing their vests, but all having their firearms. "I take it you all are here for Agent Jareau?"

Street stepped forward. "How is she?"

"Is anyone here family?"

"I'm her fiancé."

The man's stoic demeanor wasn't revealing anything. "Okay, come with me, sir."

Street didn't hesitate to follow, his heart pounding rapidly within his chest. He was led to a more private area, and the doctor turned to face him.

"I'm Dr. Henson. I operated on Agent Jareau."

"How is she?" His tone was more forceful this time, demanding answers from the other man. "What about the baby?"

"Agent Jareau sustained multiple injuries, several of which were pretty severe… the worst being the stab wounds to her abdomen. She lost a substantial amount of blood, and there was just too much trauma sustained to her abdomen. I'm sorry, but because of it the baby did not survive."

Street couldn't form a sentence, his mind still processing what he was just told. He felt the room shrink, and tears stung his eyes.

"I'm sorry. There was nothing more we could have done for the baby."

He had known, when they found JJ, that the possibility of their baby surviving was nearly non-existent… but now that he was actually hearing the words, the weight of them were crushing. "Can I see her?" He choked out the sentence, desperately needing to be with JJ.

"I'll take you to her, but she's still unconscious. We are monitoring her closely, as she did sustain a severe concussion. Her other injuries consisted of a deep laceration to the thigh, which she's lucky didn't sever the femoral artery, as well as a broken collar bone and three broken ribs."

The officer was horrified by the extent of JJ's injuries. His mind was spinning, but what stood out the most was that she'd already flatlined once. Would it happen again? "I-Is she going to be okay? I mean, will she make a full recovery? I was in the ambulance with her, I know she flatlined."

"We performed surgery to repair the damage caused by the stab wounds and laceration, but as I said, we're continuing to monitor her closely due to the head trauma." The doctor continued to maintain eye contact, but his gaze softened just a fraction. "The next twenty-four hours are the most crucial. We'll know more after that."

Street nodded wordlessly, then followed the doctor again. He didn't know what to say. It still wasn't a guarantee that JJ would be okay, and his baby… it was too much. He felt himself getting dizzy, and had to stop walking. He grabbed onto the wall to keep himself upright.

"Sir?" The doctor was quickly by his side. "Sir, can you hear me?"

"Yeah." Street muttered the word, not really sure what just happened. He closed his eyes, letting the bout of dizziness pass.

"Sir, maybe we should get you to a room."

"No. No, I just need to see JJ." He eased himself upright, and shook of the doctor's worried gaze. "Take me to her."

With a seemingly reluctant nod, the doctor starting leading the way down the hall once again. Within moments, they were standing outside of a closed door, and Dr. Henson turned to face the officer. "This is Agent Jareau's room. A nurse will be in shortly to check her vitals." He opened the door, then stepped back so Street could go in.

The sight before him rocked Street to his core. JJ, looking exceptionally small laying in the hospital bed, was hooked up to various monitors and machines. Her hair was still matted with remnants of blood, the red a stark contrast to her deathly pale skin. Bruises littered the exposed parts of her body, and her arm had been placed in a sling.

Street was vaguely aware of the doctor closing the door behind him, leaving just himself and JJ within the walls of the fluorescent lit room. He moved over to the chair that was placed beside of her bed, and slowly took a seat. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but it wasn't this… it wasn't her looking so battered, so fragile. That was a word he had never used to describe her, but right now, it was the first thing that came to mind. "I'm right here, Jay. You're safe now."

He grasped her hand that was limply resting on the bed, and he almost shuddered as he felt how cold it was. Looking down, he noted the markings on her wrist, no doubt where she had been restrained. The thought made white-hot anger course through his veins.

He moved his gaze up to her face, his heart breaking for everything she'd been through. He was sure he didn't know even half of what all happened in that warehouse, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know, wasn't sure if he could handle it.

On top of everything else, JJ didn't even know about the baby. She had already suffered the heartache of a miscarriage years ago, and now she was having to face it again? That thought was enough to do Street in. "Oh, Jay… I'm sorry." This time, he didn't bother holding back the tears. "I'm so sorry."

Street wasn't sure how much time had passed when he heard a light knock coming from JJ's door. He looked up as it slowly opened. It was Hotch.

He stepped into the room, his eyes immediately on his agent. "How is she?"

Street could have been put under oath later on, but he still wouldn't be able to explain the burning rage that built inside of him. His mind just kept screaming that this man could've prevented everything that just happened to JJ… could have prevented the death of his baby.

Deep down, he knew those thoughts were irrational, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want him in the room. "Get out."

"I'm sorry?"

Street hadn't looked up, but he was sure Hotch's normally stoic expression held more than a trace of surprise. "I said get out. You shouldn't be in here."

"Street, I just came to check on my agent."

This time, the officer did look up. He glared at Hotch as he stood from his seat. "Your agent? Now you want to protect her? Now, after everything you let happen to her? Where was that last night?!"

Hotch's eyes flashed with an unrecognizable emotion, but it only lasted for a second. "Street, I'm sorry for what happened to JJ, but I think we need to have this conversation somewhere else."

"You shouldn't be in here." He repeated, moving closer to Hotch. "Get out!" It was then that Street noticed JJ's heart monitor. The once steady beeping was beginning to increase, and Street was afraid as to what it meant. "JJ?"

The door suddenly flew open, Dr. Henson and several nurses rushing through.

"What's happening?" Street was a little frantic now, unsure of what just caused JJ's heartrate to spike.

"The two of you need to step out, right now." One of the nurses ordered, leaving no room for argument as she ushered them out of the same door she had just entered, and shut it in their faces.

Street stood helplessly in the hall, Hotch close behind him. An icy fear gripped his heart, knowing what just happened wasn't a good sign.

It could have been five minutes, or thirty when the doctor and nurses finally emerged from the room… Street wasn't really sure about the timing. He just knew he had spent however long it was pacing the floor while Hotch stood silently. "Is she okay?"

Dr. Henson looked each of the men in the face before finally speaking. "Agent Jareau is more cognizant than we originally thought, she just isn't able to physically respond right now. She is currently stable, her heartrate is back to normal rhythm. Tachycardia isn't uncommon after trauma like Agent Jareau experienced… however, it is more common when the patient is introduced to a particularly stressful stigma. I need to ask, what happened in there? My staff heard raised voices before we entered the room."

Guilt washed over Street like a tidal wave. It was his fault. "I…" He had no good explanation, or not one he could share with the doctor anyways.

"I think it's best if you both stay out of the room for a while. Agent Jareau doesn't need any visitors right now. I'll let you know when someone can go in with her."

"Please, I'm sorry. I'll keep it down, but please, let me in there with her." He couldn't stand to be away from her right now.

"I'm sorry. Not now." Dr. Henson ushered them towards the waiting room, away from JJ's room despite Street's protests. He then walked away, leaving the two men alone just inside the corridor.

Street could see the two teams out there still waiting. He knew he should just go out there with them, but he wasn't finished with Hotch.

"Street, this may not be the time or place, but I am sorry. JJ doesn't deserve any of what she's gone through, and you're right. I know I should have done something to stop it."

"Yeah, Hotch, you should have. You should have stopped her from getting in that SUV. She was four months pregnant, Hotch. You knew that! You knew she shouldn't have been anywhere near the field! Why the hell did you let her go?"

Hotch looked like he was going to be sick. "Was? Oh, Street… I-"

"No, I don't want to hear it! This is on you," Street sneered at Hotch before taking a step forward. Before his brain caught up with what he was doing, he grabbed him by his shirt and shoved him into the wall.

Hotch was quick to react and push him off, his training still obviously ingrained in him. "Street, we are not doing this here!"

Street balled his fist and came dangerously close to ramming it into Hotch's face, but he was suddenly jerked backwards.

"Street, knock it off!" It was Luca. He and Chris had pulled Street away, both holding him by the arms.

The rest of 20-Squad and the BAU were there too, concern and confusion written on all of their features. Hondo stepped forward. "What the hell, Street?"

"It's okay." Hotch spoke up. "He needed to vent… but Street? That's not going to get you back in there with JJ."

Street held his gaze steady, his eyes glaring menacingly at the agent. He jerked himself out of Chris and Luca's grasp before turning and storming through the doors to the hallway.

He knew he shouldn't have gone off on Hotch like that. Realistically, he knew it wasn't the man's fault… but he needed someone to blame, and the one person responsible was dead. He had to take his anger out on someone… and that just happened to be Hotch.

Stopping in the corridor, Street leaned heavily against the wall. There weren't many people in this area right now, just a few nurses tending to some of the rooms on this particular hall, and for that Street was grateful. It wasn't exactly quiet, but at least he could have a moment without the prying eyes of 20-Squad or the BAU.

He sighed, feeling like he was losing his mind. There was usually only one person that could calm him down in situations like this… but she was currently fighting for her life in a hospital bed… so without her steady and reassuring guidance, right now he was a loose cannon.

He wanted back in there with JJ, but after the little stunt he just pulled, he doubted that was an option right now. He felt terrible. He never should have started it all in JJ's room… well, he probably shouldn't have started it anywhere, but all he could bring himself to care about was the blonde and how his actions may have just affected her, even in her state of unconsciousness. That was the last thing she needed right now.

Mentally kicking himself for his irrational stupidity, Street slowly sank down to the floor. He closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands. How did it all come to this? Two days ago, he and JJ had been discussing baby names over morning coffee, but now… He had just lost his baby. He couldn't lose JJ too.

Street didn't bother to look up when he heard someone approach. It had to be someone from his team, and at this point, he didn't care. He just wanted to be left alone.

"Street?" Luca. "Everyone's worried about you, man. Did you seriously get kicked out of JJ's room?"

He ignored the question. "I'm not the one they should be worried about." His realized how cold his voice sounded, how devoid of the emotions he was currently feeling.

"Yeah, but we are… and you almost punched Hotch. That's something to be worried about."

Luca was right about that. Any other time, he wouldn't have had the guts to pull a stunt like that… seeing as how it would have most likely been a death sentence. He was lucky Hotch was willing to let him take his anger out on him… otherwise the officer wouldn't still be breathing.

"You know this isn't Hotch's fault, right? He couldn't have known any more than we did."

Street sighed. "I know, Luca. I can't help it though. I can't help thinking that if he would have just told her not to go…"

"Why would he have done that, Street? That was JJ's case, of course she would have gone for the arrest. Besides, even if he would have told her for some reason, you know she's stubborn. She'd have gone anyways."

He was right again. JJ was strong minded, and when she had her heart set on something, not even Hotch could stop her… but Luca didn't know the whole situation.

"She's going to be okay, Street. She's strong, she's a fighter."

"She was pregnant, Luca." His voice was soft, as he hadn't been planning on sharing that… but by the way Luca tensed beside of him, he definitely heard him.

"She wh… Oh, damn. I had no idea." He slid down the wall to join Street. "I'm so sorry."

Street nodded, not really in the mood for condolences.

"Had you guys already found out?"

"Yeah, but she doesn't even know we lost-" He cut himself off, not physically able to finish the sentence. "She was so excited, Luca. We both were. How am I supposed to tell her? How am I supposed to break her heart like that when she wakes up?" In the back of his mind though, he was praying that it would be when rather than if.