A/N: I am so sorry about the late update. I am so so so so so so so sorry! Please forgive me! I hope this chapter makes up for lack of update. New chapter currently in the works.

School and formal, and my job and... well, everything has seemed to happen at once leaving me hardly anytime to write. I have managed a few small pieces, but have not really had enough time to write this chapter.

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JJ stared at the ceiling in silence as Emily left the room. She sighed, knowing her assignment was over and they just didn't have enough evidence to nail Stacy.

If only scenarios ran through her mind as the quiet of room surrounded her. If only she hadn't ended up pregnant. If only she didn't such horrible morning sickness. But that wasn't the case. Instead, JJ was spending three quarters of her day outside, in Miami heat doing physical activity when she was pregnant, with really bad morning sickness.

JJ waited for Emily to come back, with instructions from Hotch on what to do next. Suddenly, she heard footsteps, and assumed Emily was on her way back from her phone call. The footsteps paused outside the door, and JJ heard talking. It was whispered and quite soft, so she strained to hear it.

"Kate… Yes…"

They were the only words she caught as the door opened and Stacy walked into the room. She moved straight to her desk, looking for something, phone in hand. A second later she left the room, door slamming shut behind her. She obviously had not seen JJ, for which JJ was grateful for. Having a conversation with Stacy was not what JJ needed at the moment. Not about her cheerleading abilities, or her looks, or her future…

The door opened again, and, fearing it was Stacy, JJ closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. She felt the couch dip as someone sat beside her and a hand brush some of her hair away from her sticky forehead.

"Poor girl… I don't know how you do it." Emily's voice was a hushed whisper. "You should have pulled out."

"I have my reasons for not pulling out," JJ said. She opened her eyes and Emily gave her a small smile.

"Hey… I thought you were asleep," Emily said, sounding apologetic.

"I thought you were Stacy and I don't want to deal with her right now," the blonde tried to explain.

She couldn't explain it to Emily, not when she didn't have the full story, and not without freaking Emily out, in turn, causing her to try and convince JJ to pull out. That, was something she could not do.

Emily raised an eyebrow but said nothing. JJ was really struggling now. Not only to stay awake, but to keep the truth from Emily. The truth about how scared she was for herself and her unborn child. They were dealing with a killer who was picking victims because of their abilities and looks, and had picked JJ as the next victim.

She trusted the team with her life but if Stacy took her, JJ had no way of knowing for certain Hotch and the others would get to her in time. There was no way to be sure she could keep her unborn baby safe.

"What did Hotch say?" JJ asked quietly, changing the subject.

"He thinks it's a good idea, and is going to talk to him today…" Emily trailed off.

JJ was worried about why the other agent hesitated. Her head hurt too much to turn and look at Emily's face, where she might have been able to read an expression.

"If he breaks my cover though, that'll really hurt Chad, more then when the truth about his mother comes out."

"You knew when you started to not really bond with anyone here. It's the first rule of undercover work."

"Em, don't start. This was not planned, and, actually, if it wasn't for this friendship, we wouldn't know about him or have this close link to his mother." JJ didn't mean her tone to sound so harsh. She regretted it the instant she saw the split-second flash of shock and sadness cross Emily's face.

Before Emily could speak, there was a knock at the door and Chad entered the room. He looked worried as he crossed the threshold, only to dissolve into relief when he saw that 'Kate' was okay.

"I am so glad your okay," he exclaimed, kneeling beside the couch.

Emily stood up. "Kate… I'll come and check up on you later… I'm sure you're in capable hands." Emily nodded once towards Chad, before turning on her heel and exiting the room.

Chad took Emily's vacant seat on the couch, next to JJ. He grasped her hand in his. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay… I've just been overdoing it," JJ said weakly.

In truth, she was beyond exhausted, and sick as anything. But JJ had learnt long ago to compartmentalize her feelings. She could mask her real emotions, including how exhausted she was. That was a speciality of hers. Of course, not being able to drink coffee now, was taking it's toll, leaving her more tired then she'd ever been. It was starting to show on the outside and that wasn't acceptable

"I don't think that's it… there is something else going on," Chad said slowly, looking at JJ concerned.

JJ had to hand it to him. Chad was a quick learner, picking up on her mood quickly.

"I haven't been feeling a hundred percent lately… what with the heat and all." It wasn't a lie. But it wasn't the whole truth either. JJ hoped he would let it go at that. He didn't press the issue.

A phone started ringing, and Chad looked down at his pocket. He let it ring for a second longer before pulling it from his pocket. JJ instantly recognized it as hers. "I ran into Heather," Chad explained. "She gave me this… It's been ringing none stop for ten minutes."

He handed it over and JJ looked at the caller I.D, sighing. "Dad?" she asked answering her phone.

"JJ… I'll make it quick. You and I are going to have to talk about whether or not to pull you out," Hotch said. He didn't sound angry, but JJ knew he didn't sound like his normal self. He was stressed out.

"Okay," she sighed into the phone, knowing she could not get into a full blown argument now, with Hotch - at least, not while Chad was in the room.

"I'm on my way now to pick you up… I was out here to visit an old family friend," he told her, as a cover, in case anyone asked. "I'm picking you up because I got a call that you were really sick."

"See you then," she said and hung up. She turned to look at Chad and slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. "Thanks Chad." JJ gave him a smile and leaned forward for a hug.

She pulled back and stood up. "Thanks for looking out for me," she said as she headed for the door.

JJ didn't look back as she strode to the entrance of the camp. A silver convertible idled in the parking lot. Hotch sat in the driver's seat, sunglasses on, staring away from the camp.

He frowned as JJ climbed into passenger seat. "You look like crap," was the first thing he said to her.

"Thanks, that's what I really need to hear right now."

Hotch put the car in drive and sped off, unaware they were being watched.