AN: Well, I'm honestly not in love with this chapter but I felt like it was necessary. Also, I took some dialougue from "Faceless, Nameless" so if it seems familiar, it probably wasn't my writing. However, I think it will get better after the chapter and I won't have to stay as clase as possible to canon. So hopefully you'll stick around even if you don't particularly like this chapter either.

Warning: Spoilers from "Faceless, Nameless"

Enjoy!

Emily's heart wouldn't stop pounding. Reid had been shot and she wasn't there. No one else had been there at all. While she didn't necessarily regret going to the hospital to be with Hotch and staying there, she also couldn't help but think about how she had left Reid and Dr. Barton there with absolutely no one else and now Reid was shot and she had heard the gunshot that did it.

She paced around Hotch's room, glancing his way every now and then. She had so badly wanted him to wake up before but now she wondered if it would be better for him to remain unconscious at least until they knew Reid was okay.

If he was going to be okay…

Emily sighed and pressed her hands tightly against her face. Could she have stopped this?

The minutes seemed to pass by like hours. She had no idea what was going on with Reid and the rest of the team. Rossi hadn't explicitly said that Reid would be taken to this hospital, but she assumed that he would be. It was the closest to Dr. Barton's house, after all. Come to think of it, Rossi had been exceptionally short with her on the phone. Had it simply been the situation or was he upset with her for leaving Reid?

It was Hotch, though. Should she have left him? He was stable and she knew he was going to be asleep for a while so she could have left and went back to Reid… The most she thought about it, the more certain she was that she had screwed up.

"Emily!"

Emily turned around to face the hallway and saw Rossi and Morgan quickly heading her way.

"How's Reid?" she asked as soon as they were close enough.

"We don't know yet," Morgan replied quickly. "He's been taken up to the O.R. but JJ's with him. How's Hotch?"

Emily sighed, her mind now filled with grim thoughts. "Um, he still isn't conscious yet."

"Are you sure it's Foyet?" Rossi asked.

Emily half-nodded. "He had Morgan's credentials."

"Did they catch him on the security cam?" Morgan asked.

"You can see him dropping Hotch off but the cameras are only on the entrances so I have no idea which way he went once he left the hospital," Emily answered.

Just then, Hotch's doctor approached them from his room. "Agents, he waking up now but he's weak, so don't push him."

"We won't mention Reid," Rossi said quickly before they turned to enter Hotch's room. "Not yet."

They all nodded and quickly surrounded Hotch's bed. Emily watched as his eyes moved beneath his eyelids before they eventually opened to form small slits.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"You're in the hospital," Rossi answered softly.

"How did I get here?"

"Foyet drove you," Morgan replied. Emily bit her lips, hating that Hotch had to deal with this information so soon after waking up but they needed to know because Foyet was still out there.

"Do you remember what happened?"

Just then, JJ entered the small room and though they all wanted to ask her about Reid, they all knew to keep the focus on Hotch. So they listened to Hotch relive the basics of what happened, and after finding out what Foyet took (a page from the address section of his day planner) and finding the picture of Haley and Jack in his wallet, they all knew what was happening. Foyet knew where Haley and Jack lived.

Everything happened at once: Rossi, JJ and Morgan were all suddenly on their phones, calling Garcia, local police and who Emily assumed was the SWAT team. Once JJ got the address of Haley's home from Garcia, Morgan and Rossi relayed the information to the agencies they were talking to and then hung up.

"We'll get them," Morgan said, giving a strong nod.

Rossi and JJ gave Hotch one last look before beginning to walk out. Emily began to follow but Rossi stopped and turned to her.

"Stay here with him," he said quickly. "He does not need to be left in the dark right now. We'll keep you updated."

Emily nodded then turned to JJ. "How's Reid?"

"Still in the O.R. Check on him when you can and keep us…," she trailed off. Emily knew exactly what she was going to say, however, and also knew why she didn't complete the sentence: they needed to focus on keeping Haley and Jack safe, even if that meant temporarily pushing their concern for Reid aside. Emily was suddenly reminded of the anthrax incident when none of them knew how Reid was doing until after they caught the unsub. None of them liked it, but that was their job.

Emily nodded and watched as all three of them turned to leave. She waited for a moment before returning to Hotch who was staring at the ceiling.

"They'll find them," Emily said, not knowing what else to say and hoping like hell that she was speaking the truth.

Hotch didn't say anything but nodded gently. Emily looked around and didn't know what to do. She wanted to go find where Reid was, knowing that there would be no new information on Haley anytime soon so now would be a good time to leave. On the other hand, she didn't know if she should be leaving Hotch right now.

"Um," she started, "is there anything I can do for you?" she asked. "Anything you need?"

He looked at her for a moment, then back up at the ceiling. "No."

Emily bit her lips. "Well, I think I'm going to… get some coffee real fast. Is that okay?"

Hotch looked back down at her again and suddenly Emily knew he was seeing right through her. Sometimes she really hated working with profilers.

"Where's Reid?"

Emily froze. She had no idea what to say. She could try to lie to him or at least avoid the question. She only wished that she knew if Reid was definitely going to be okay or not, but she didn't so that would add to the element of concern greatly.

"He's… he's clearing things up with the last case," she said. "They had just solved it before they got here. I'll be right back…," she said, turning to leave.

"Prentiss."

Emily stopped mid step. She hadn't even made it out of the room before Hotch called her name. He knew something was wrong. She slowly turned around to face him.

"Where is he?"

She licked her lips and looked around the room quickly. "Hotch… you need to rest and…"

"Prentiss," he said, sounding more serious than ever. "This is my agent we're talking about here. If there is something wrong with him, I need to know."

"Yes, but…," she began, but realized it was futile. "He's in surgery," she resigned. "It was the case we just finished. The unsub was supposed to be going after the victim's son so everyone was at the school while Reid and I stayed at the house with the victim. But I left to find you and… turns out the unsub was actually after the father and… all I know is Reid was shot in the abdomen and that he's in surgery at this hospital."

"And you're going to check on him?"

"Yes sir," Emily said softly. "Unless you need me to stay."

Hotch nodded slowly. "Go. Let me know how he is."

"I'll be right back sir."

She then turned around and at a near jogging pace, continued to the elevator where there was a list of the different floors and what was on them. She searched the list quickly and saw surgery was on level two, then got in the elevator and went up one story. When the doors opened, Emily immediately proceeded to the information desk.

"Special Agent Spencer Reid?" Emily said, not bothering with pleasantries.

The woman behind the desk, apparently sensing the urgency, swiftly consulted her computer.

"He's in room 12a, still in surgery," she said kindly before gesturing to a nearby group of chairs. "If you would like to have a seat over there…"

"I can't," Emily interrupted her. "You see, we have two agents in here right now, one down in recovery, but I'm the only one here so I can only be with one of them at a time. But I have to stay downstairs in case a very important phone call concerning our current case comes in, but I really need to be here for Agent Reid as well."

The woman behind the desk bit her lip and Emily appreciated that she was at least trying to solve the problem.

"Wait," she said after a moment. "Were you guys working on Dr. Barton's case?"

"Yes!" Emily said quickly, realizing this information may help her get information faster. "In fact, Agent Reid was shot by the man who was trying to kill Dr. Barton."

"Oh!" the woman blurted out, her eyes growing wide. "He's the one who jumped in front of the bullet?!"

Emily frowned. Is that what had happened? "Where did you hear that from?"

"Word gets around," the woman said simply. "Dr. Barton is here and I'm pretty sure he went to check on someone himself. It must have been your agent!"

"Yeah," Emily said, her mind wandering now. She hadn't even considered the possibility of Reid taking the bullet for Dr. Barton. For some reason it changed things.

"Well," the woman started, looking around as though she didn't want anyone to see. "Seeing as how your agent helped my colleague, I figure the least we can do is return the favor. As soon as Dr. Barton comes back, I'll send him to your other agent's room and hopefully he'll have some information to give you. How about that?"

Emily smiled, suddenly feeling relieved. "That would be so amazing. Thank you!"

"Of course," she said sweetly. "Now, what is the name of this agent?"

"Special Agent Aaron Hotchner."

"Aaron… Hotchner…," she repeated as she wrote the name down before looking up at Emily. "Got it. I will send him down as soon as I see him."

"You've made things so much easier on me!" Emily said truthfully. "Thank you again."

"Not a problem. Now you go back to your friend!"

Emily smiled in response and, with one last thought about leaving Reid's waiting room and with a quick glance at her phone, Emily got in the elevator and returned to Hotch.

EN: Leaving for Tampa for my concert tomorrow!!! Hehehehe