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Chapter 7: In Sickness And In Health

Walking into the bull-pen at nine one morning, Emily smiled at everyone. Putting her bag down, she sat at her desk and looked at Morgan who was in front of her. Then, her eyes glanced behind herself, and fell on the office of Aaron Hotchner. All the lights were off and it seemed that Hotch had not touched the pile of files on his desk. She turned back with a look of concern on her face and looked frantically at Morgan.

"Where the hell is Hotch?" She asked in a frantic state. Giving her a chuckle, Morgan replied:

"Don't panic yourself, Princess, he's on a case. Him and Rossi have gone to interview some people." Although he explained this, Emily still never lost the worried look on her face. "Seriously, stop with the worrying, he is fine, besides, I am sure the worry can't be good for the baby." His eyes fell down to the more obvious bump on her stomach and he could not help but smile.

"Yeah, I guess." She still seemed a bit bummed, but tried her best to get over it. "So what did I miss yesterday afternoon?" She asked, smiling widely remembering the reason as to why she was off.

"Nothing, like normal, but how about you? Is everything okay?" Emily gave him a nod.

"Yeah, everything is fine, and this is for you." She handed him the thing he had asked for.

"Awh, look at the little speck!" He looked at the blob on the scan picture. "I swear it's a boy." He looked closely at it.

"Morgan, I do not want to know what it is!" She told him.

"Sorry there, Princess, but we all have our bets on." She rolled her eyes.

"I figured, but I still do not want to know." She informed him.

"Shouldn't you have found out yesterday, I believe the fifth month is where you can find out." Reid commented as he returned with his and Morgan's coffee in hand.

"Yeah, once again, I did not want to know." She rolled her eyes.

The jet was silent, both men were doing completely different things. Hotch, seemed to be in a daydream daze, where as Rossi sat reading over the case file for the millionth time.

"Dave, remember, we can't know the case more than he does." Hotch looked over and Dave nodded, putting the file down on the table he searched in his go bag for something else to keep him entertained. Finding the book he was currently reading, he pulled it out and began looking over the words, non of them registering really as he heard Hotch's cell phone ring. Cursing, Hotch hated having such good signal in the sky sometimes and picked up the call which he knew Rossi was listening in on.

"Hotchner." He said, forcefully and coldly.

"Hello Mr. Hotchner, I am calling to inform ask you to come and pick Jack up. He seems to be unwell and has spent the past twenty minutes throwing up in the nurses' office." The woman on the end explained. Hotch now cursed mentally.

"Sorry, I am unable to come and get him, have you tried Jessica, is Aunt?" He asked.

"Yes, we have, it seems she is in a meeting." He cursed again, and had no clue what to do.

"Well I am in the middle of a three hour flight at the minute…" He thought then had an idea. "Just give me five minutes and I will call you back. Bye." He hung up and looked at a more curious Dave. "Don't even ask." He groaned and called Garcia's office number.

"Oracle of all things wonderful and wacky. How may I be of service?" She sounded quirky.

"Hi, Garcia, it's Hotch." He informed her, as if she did not already know.

"What can I search for you, Sir?" He heard her fingers fly over the keys on her keyboard.

"Nothing… well, can you go and get Prentiss on the line for me?" Garcia panicked, was she in trouble?

"Sure, two seconds." Holding onto the line still, he heard her chair moving, the door open then an annoying computer fan filled the silence until her heard two people enter the office.

"Yeah, Hotch?" He now heard Prentiss' voice.

"Sorry to be a pain in the ass, Prentiss, but I figured Jack would be more comfortable with you. It seems he is sick and obviously I'm unable to pick him up and Jessica is in a meeting… would you pick him up and look after him until I got home?" Emily's eyes lit up, she loved spending time with that little boy so of course she would be happy to go and get him.

"Sure, Hotch. I'll get on my way." She began to leave the room.

"Thanks, and call me if you need anything." He said goodbye to Garcia before hanging up and re-dialling the schools number.

"Agent Hotchner?" Was all the person asked and he could tell they were slightly anxious.

"Yes. Agent Emily Prentiss will be coming to get him."

"Alright, that's great. On another note we fine to give him some calpol?" She asked, and he could hear a vomiting sound in the background.

Yes, sure. You're fine to give him some of that."

"Alright, thank you Agent Hotchner. Bye." She hung up and Aaron gave a sigh before looking at an amused Rossi.

"Kids 'ey, who'd have 'em?" He laughed and Hotch rolled his eyes before dialling another number.

"Hello, this is Agent Aaron Hotchner… yes, I know she's in a meeting… no, just tell her that Jack will not need to be picked up tonight. Tell her I have it sorted. Thanks." He hung up again and sighed.

Pulling up to the front of the school, Emily could have sworn she had gotten there in record time. She turned the engine off and took the keys, entering the school building. Of course, she was stopped at the entrance, and was asked for her ID, obviously she had expected that, after all, Hotch would shoot every teacher at that school if some weirdo pretending to be her had came in and snatched Jack.

Nearing the nurses office she heard horrible noises of vomiting that made her own stomach turn, but she was not backing away now, so she knocked lightly and entered the room. The look on Jack's eyes as she entered was unmistakable and he looked relieved and happy.

"Miss Em'ly!" He gave her a smile, before frowning and holding his stomach, with a dry heave over the bin. She immediately felt sympathetic for the young boy, knowing exactly how it felt and knowing her must feel ten times worse.

"Hey, Little Man, your daddy called and said you weren't feeling too well." She knelt in front of him and pressed her cold hand - from being outside, to his forehead. He was over warm, but not dangerously hot.

"Is he not coming?" Jack's disappointment was evident in his voice.

"He can't buddy." She shook her head and frowned slightly for emphasis. "But, look on the plus side, you get to spend a day with me!" She watched him smile slightly. "Alright, how about we get you home and to bed, yeah?" She softly raised him into her arms, and shifted his weight so he was not resting on her bump.

"Maybe you shouldn't…" The nurse protested against her carrying the heavy child, but shut up once Emily glared at her. "Carry on." She passed her Jack's school bag and coat before watching them leave the office. Nearing the car she, struggled but managed to unlock the car doors, but when she finally did, she fumbled with a car seat before placing Jack in and putting a thin blanket over him. A plastic bag lay in front of him with some tissue lining the bottom just in case he needed to be sick. Before closing the door, she put her hand on his forehead again, just to make sure he was not getting warmer, but with the coldness of her own hand, it was impossible to check anything, so she shut the door gently and went to the drivers' side. Before making any effort at all to drive away, she got out her phone and called Hotch.

"Hey, Prentiss, is something wrong?" The worry in Hotch's voice was evident.

"No, I thought I would just put you out of your worry, which I see I only added to. Sorry." She bit her lip tenderly.

"It's alright. Is Jack okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, he's fine. Throwing up like there is no tomorrow though. Do you have any medicine in yours'?" She heard him chuckle slightly.

"Yeah, fridge, and the thermometer and everything is in the medicine cupboard. I'm sure you'll find everything."

"Yeah, best get him home before he throws up in the SUV." She chuckled slightly before hanging up and driving away.

She walked into the small boys bedroom and pulled the blinds to block out any sunlight. A thermometer in one hand and a spoon and medicine in the other.

"Hey, Sweetie, how're you feeling?" She crept up to his bed and popped the thermometer in his mouth. Waiting a minute she removed it and checked, to see he was fine.

"Em'ly, stay with me, please. Mommy used to… I miss her." Emily's heart broke for the child.

"Of course I will stay with you, now open up." She told him, pouring out the medicine on a spoon and Jack reluctantly swallowed the stuff with a gulp. "Now sshh, sleep." She rocked him slowly in her arms until Jack fell to sleep, and soon after, she felt her eyes closed as well.

Waking up with a start, she heard Jack mumbling in his sleepy, calpol induced state.

"Mommy? But mommy, why leave me." There was a pause in which she felt that Jack had fallen back to sleep, but he started talking again.

"Jack, sweetie, sshh." She rocked him lightly again and felt him nestle up against her in a sweet way, his small hand resting on her stomach, which also made Emily smile, little did the boy know.

A tugging at her side and a familiar sound woke her up as she saw Jack, leaning over the bed and throwing up into the trash can. Her hand went to his back as she rubbed tenderly in soft circles. It seemed like forever until the boy stopped throwing up and there were just dry heaves.

"Em'ly, my tummy hurts." He sobbed and laid on her chest.

"Sshh, it's alright, okay, let me go downstairs and make you some soup." She kissed the top of his head and left the boy's room.

It was now around four in the morning and the ordeal with Jack had taken it's toll on her. Emily was now exhausted. She sat on the living room sofa, watching some rubbish which she had no clue what it was about or what had gone on. Eating a sandwich. Her exhaustion was catching up with her and her eyes began to fall, until they were sprung back open by the sound of a creak on the stairs. Her head spun around at lightning speed, startling the young boy and he ran over into her arms.

"Jack, what are you doing up?" She asked. Her hand going to his forehead and seeing that his temperature was going back to normal.

"I woked up and my tummy was hurting again." He told her in a sad voice.

"Awh, it's okay, do you want me to go and get you some more food?" A soft shake of his head told her all he wanted was some company. "Alright then, pick a DVD and I will go and get one and we'll watch it down here, alright?" He anxiously nodded.

"Hansel and Gretel please." He gave her a small smile and Emily kissed him on the head before going up the stairs and getting the DVDs off of Jack's shelves. She then searched around in Hotch's cupboards to find a blanket and pillow and finding them, she took them downstairs. Carefully, she tucked a blanket around Jack and placed a pillow under his head before putting the DVD on and settling on the couch herself. She felt Jack nestle up to her as the film started and smiled as he looked up to see her.

"I miss my mommy sometimes, Em'ly." He said after a minute of looking at her face. Emily could not help but frown.

"I know you do, Mr." She gave give a fake reassuring smile.

"But I like it when you come over, you're like mommy used to be. You're all warm and cuddly and you always know what to do." Tears welled up in her eyes and Jack hugged her. "Why are you crying Em'ly?" He looked sad for her.

"Because you're the best kid ever, and I would love my baby to be just as sweet as you." She dried her eyes and kissed him on the head.

"I think you would make a great mommy, Em'ly." She had to smile now.

"Really?" The boys nod made her smile widen. "Wanna know a secret?" She asked, and his eager nod told her to go on. "I am going to be a mom."

"Really?" His eyes lit up.

"Yeah."

"When is the baby going to be here?" He asked.

"We've got another few months left to wait, I'm afraid." She saw him frown and look confused.

"Where is the baby?" He asked, and Emily lifted the blanket slightly to let him see her bump, which, of course, he thought was just her getting fat.

"It's in there." His eyes lit up even more.

"There? There's a baby in there?" She nodded and his hand went to her stomach and Emily could see a question brewing on his face. "How'd the baby get in there, Em'ly?" She panicked.

"How about we leave that question for another day, right now I think we both need to sleep." Luckily for her Jack yawned on time and gave a sleepy nod. He rested his head on the pillow before letting his hand fall on Emily's stomach and whispering into the bump.

"Good night, baby." He smiled, "Night Em'ly."