Hello! First of all sorry for the really-really-really long absence. I have been quite busy but have found some time to write. This is just another little one-shot (in the same universe as the previous chapter) that came to mind. Enjoy! And please review if you feel inclined :)

If you had told Emily Prentiss ten years ago that at 43 she would be sat on the bathroom floor of a third-rate hotel, in an isolated Nevada town, on an 80-degree night, waiting for a plastic stick to reveal her future she would have laughed.

But this was exactly what she was doing right now. And she wasn't laughing.

In fact, she was experiencing just about every other emotion in the book than hilarity at this moment. Though she thought it was sure to follow. But right now, the idea that she was possibly pregnant was quite the sobering distraction from finding any amusement in the sheer ridiculousness of her current predicament. And it was ridiculous.

First of all, a mere paper-thin wall away was a snoring Agent Rossi. Turns out the FBI aren't too great at hotel bookings and she had drawn the short straw. Or as Reid had put it, taken one for the team. Any other case she may have coped but attempting to mentally and physically hide her current personal crisis was proving rather difficult. Not to mention extremely awkward. This lack of privacy had led her to where she was now, taking a pregnancy test at 3 am while trying to make zero noise.

Secondly, obtaining the pregnancy test had been a trial in its self. The small mining town had only one local pharmacy and as Emily has discovered it was partly owned by local busy-body Lacey who had taken an interest in the case that they were working. After all, it was not every day that the FBI came to town and seeing the boss of the team nervously purchasing a pregnancy test was just the icing on the cake for Lacey. She couldn't believe her luck, all the gossip she had collected was overwhelming.

Lastly, she cursed at herself for getting into this situation in the first place. Here she was, in her 40's in charge of a prestigious team and in a semi-new relationship that surely wouldn't survive a miniature human thrown into the mix. Babies weren't meant to be phase two of a relationship, they were for couples who at least slept under the same roof. It wasn't that she didn't want children, it was just that she had accepted at some point that perhaps her lifestyle was not suited to the amount of time and stability that raising a child needed. Before Doyle, settling down and starting a family was something she had taken for granted but that natural progression of her life had been abruptly snatched from her grip some time ago. Turns out covert operations, bureaucracy and serial killers can wreak havoc on one's personal life.

Emily sighed as she glanced to her watch, two long minutes had finally passed. Feeling not too dissimilar than when she was 15 in Italy, her sweaty skin stuck to the cold tiles as she leant forward and reached for the test.

The universe had decided. Emily Prentiss was going to be a mom.

Emily didn't sleep at all that night. After a few minutes, a startled Emily had hidden the test at the bottom of her suitcase and returned to bed. In between the tossing and turning, Emily's mind was occupied with thoughts and images of her and Andrew playing happy families. Maybe, this wasn't such a disaster. But the pragmatic side of her wouldn't stop reminding her what an idiot she was. Suddenly irritated by the motels less than soft mattress and insistent buzzing noise of the AC in the room, she focused on the fact that they were leaving tomorrow. Somehow she thought that maybe once she was back in DC this would all go away.

You fool, you are still going to be pregnant.

This early morning rumination was abruptly stopped when Emily bolted from her bed towards the bathroom. Unsteady on her feet she tripped over her suitcase, landing with a loud thump on the hard carpet floor. There was no chance Rossi would sleep through this now.

"Prentiss, what on earth?" Rossi was standing over the brunette agent with a confused look on his face. Barely awake he struggled to come up with the sequence of events that had led to Prentiss laying at the foot of his bed cursing in pain. Suddenly Emily jolted upright as if she had just remembered something important and continued her journey to the bathroom.

Rossi quickly followed and was met with the unpleasant sounds of retching and coughing. Having known the female agent for as long as he had, he knew she wouldn't appreciate him hovering over her at this moment. Emily Prentiss was fiercely independent and this was a moment of weakness she wanted no witnesses too. Deciding that her privacy was more important at this moment, Rossi slowly retreated and decided to get some fresh air outside while Emily attempted to get herself together.

Around 20 minutes later, a put-together looking Prentiss emerged from the motel room, suitcase in tow.

"You all right Kid?"

"Yep fine" Emily replied quickly. "I'm obviously not too good in this heat."

Rossi smiled and fiddled with his ring as he watched Emily dig through her bag as she searched for the keys to the SUV below.

"By the way, Matt just called. A Mrs Lacey Taylor came by the station this morning as they were packing up with some homemade cookies."

"How lovely." Emily vacantly replied, becoming increasingly annoyed with the mountains of paper and other miscellaneous items in her bag obstructing access to her keys.

"She also wanted to pass on a message to the enigmatic female agent that was at her store close to midnight last night purchasing a pregnancy test. She hopes the result was good news. "

Emily instantly froze at Rossi's words; she could feel her cheeks warm with a mix of anger and embarrassment. An unpleasant pressure began to build her chest. God, I'm going to be sick again.

"I have no idea what she is talking about." Emily quickly moved to change the subject, not too keen on the idea of a heart to heart with Rossi on the motel's balcony regarding the state of her womb. "Anyway, we slept in. The jet takes off in an hour so you better get ready. I'll see you at the airport."

This is exactly what I need. Emily thought as she left. The whole damn team privy to my current personal crisis.

She was halfway down the staircase when she heard the older agents voice again.

"Congratulations Prentiss."

Hope this wasn't too bad. Apologies for any errors in spelling. Also, if you have any ideas for some other one-shots in this series I would be very happy to receive them!