A.N. Well, guys, this is the second to last chapter, and it has been amazing to write. Thanks for EVERY review (good and bad), all the subscriptions and alerts. Everything meant the world to me. I am also really thrilled to say thanks for reviewing and giving me a new highest reviews number. Now I need to beat that in a story... hmm. I'll probably be back in this section soon, as I always return for Hotch and Em, and when I do hopefully I find the time to write a sequel or a follow up for this. Anywho, keep reviewing! Maybe I can make it to 50? :D
Chapter 14: Garcia
Her cheeks were slightly warm as the heat in the small office was overpowering, especially from the heat off of the computers. There was a small fan on the desk in front of her, only on the first level, but Emily did not want to freeze to death. She heard crazy clicks of a keyboard, then they became distant as Garcia moved over to another keyboard, then back to the closer one, but, focusing on the voluptuous red head became impossible as a strong pain welled up from her stomach. Her chair swivelled slightly from side to side as her hand rubbed softly in small circles. She restrained a groan as she bit her bottom lip again, but did not want to draw attention to herself because it was only a stupid stress cramp, the same horrible ones that she had previously had, but they had not turned up again since the few months ago. The cramp faded, but the ache in her back firmly stayed and her attention was drawn back to the red head at her computers. She took a deep breath to settle the ache, which Garcia clicked onto and she looked at her.
"Is everything okay?" She asked and Emily nodded her head.
"Just a bit hot." She watched as Garcia tried to reach over to the fan to turn it up but she stopped her, "I think I would rather boil than freeze, sorry." Garcia gave her a small smile and then a nod, her hand touching Emily's stomach just above Emily's hand.
"You giving your mommy a bit of trouble there, Lil'?" She asked and Emily had to smile as she went back to typing away on the computers.
After another while of the red head doing work, she stopped her typing to make small talk with Emily.
"So, what are you going to do tonight?" She asked.
"Probably just going to get Jack, make a bit of dinner and sleep. I'm far too exhausted now-a-days." Garcia gave her an amused smile.
"If you're this tired now, what on earth are you going to be like once the baby is born?" Emily pulled a tongue at her.
"I have no clue, but I guess I can sleep when she does. Thank God for maternity leave, hey?" She joked.
"If you just told Morgan, he would assign you to maternity leave from the minute to tell him, and if you are that tired, maybe you should do so…" She suggested, but Emily shook her head.
"No, I need to get this work done. I just feel like I am doing nothing from being here." She sighed, "It doesn't matter anyway, only a few weeks left!" A small smile was passed from them both before she felt another pain rising. "Sorry, bathroom!" She excused herself and Garcia could have sworn she had never saw Emily move that fast normally.
Getting into the toilet, she felt herself clutch onto the sink with her hands as tightly as she could. She gave out a groan, at last seeing she was alone. Another minute and she waited for it to pass; she now knew that this was not her normal stress cramp and she dug her phone from her pocket, calling the one number she knew she should call… One ring, another ring… and again, no answer. She hung up and cursed slightly, before deciding to call another team member. One ring… tw- They picked up.
"Rossi…" She heard the voice say.
"Hey, Dave." She said.
"Sorry, Em, Hotch is on the field at the minute, what can I do for you?" She laughed slightly.
"It's fine… but um… I don't think I am." She could hear the panic raise in his breath. "No, don't worry. I think I'm having contractions… okay, I am having contractions, but they're really far apart and aren't to bad at the minute. D'you think you could get Hotch back home in an hour or two?" She asked hopefully.
"You kidding me, I'm sure he would be there within thirty minutes if he could. I will tell him." Rossi joked and Emily gave a laugh that was not natural or even realistic.
"Thanks, Rossi. Call me when you get him, please don't panic the rest of the team." She told him.
"Alright. Good luck there." She smiled and hung up. Her phone slid back in her pocket and she left the toilets, walking back into Garcia's office she gave her a small smile.
"Sorry, I think she has decided my bladder is a toy." Garcia laughed back.
"Are you okay?" She asked, again.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Emily replied.
"Are you sure, Emily, you look pale, do you want me to drive you home?" Garcia offered but Emily shook her head.
"No, I'm fine." She sat back down and neither said another word.
A while later, about three or four contractions later, and Emily was finding the pain level to be rising. Her teeth gritted as she hoped Hotch to get here soon, and as the pain hit, she could not contain it, and she let out a small moan. Immediately, Garcia's eyes were on her.
"What was that?" She asked.
"Nothing?" She said, more trying to convince herself more than anything.
"Emily, don't lie to me, what on earth is going on?" She persisted. Emily took a deep, shaky breath.
"I'm in labour." She finally told her and Garcia's eyes widened as she stood up from her chair.
"What?" She helped Em up. "Hospital, now. Why did you not tell me?" She asked, looking slightly ticked off.
"I don't know, I guess I just want Hotch to be here." She looked saddened.
"Sweetie, by not telling anyone, it's not going to make the labour stop, it's only going to progress either way, but now you've told me, I will call him and he will be on the next jet." The red head went to press the call button on her phone but Emily stopped her.
"He already knows. I called Rossi. He said Hotch would be over soon."
"You called him and never even told me?" Garcia fumed, but she stopped as Emily hunched over, holding onto the desk with one hand, her stomach with the other. She groaned slightly. Pen's hand went to her back and rubbed in circles. "Just breathe. Deep breaths." She carried on rubbing her back before Emily stood back properly up.
In the car Garcia was driving like a mad woman, and Emily had to laugh slightly, until she was cut off with another pain. Her hands immediately went to the front of the car and she groaned again. Then her groan stopped as she felt shock as well as another sensation.
"Uh oh…" Garcia frantically looked at Emily, then back to the road, then back to Emily again.
"'Uh oh'? Uh oh what?" She asked.
"I think my waters just broke…" Now Garcia was more panicked.
"You think. How can you think that? Either they have or they haven't!" She drove a little faster.
"Okay then. I might have peed myself or my waters have broken…" She bit her lip. "Yes then, they have." Surrendering, she felt the car speed up even faster and within a minute or two later, she was at the hospital and Garcia was getting her out of the car, but she stopped getting a call.
"Garcia." She quickly said, while supporting Emily.
"Hey, tell Em I have landed." It was Hotch. She let out a breath of relief.
"Hotch has landed, don't panic, okay?" She told Emily, "We're at the hospital." She said back into the phone and she heard him hand up telling her he was on his way.
His hand was being crushed to pieces and Hotch could have sworn every bone in his hand was broken, but it was all worth it.
"Come on, Emily, one last push and we will have you baby girl." The midwife spurred her on for the thousandth time in the past hour.
"You said that last time!" She snapped, but on the contraction she gave it all she had and pushed as hard as she could. Luckily, relief washed over her body as she felt herself be relieved of the pain and a second later, cries filled the room.
The small bundle of pink blankets was placed in her arms a while later, now moved into a clean room, and she smiled down at the small, sleeping child. Hotch, from next to her, extended his finger out, and smoothed it over the small baby's cheek, also smiling like mad.
"She is beautiful, Emily." He informed her.
"Thanks." She smiled widely and cooed at the child. "Awh, hear that, princess? Daddy Hotch says you're beautiful. And you are, yes you are." She rocked her slightly and smiled even bigger despite her exhaustion. "You are the cutest little button ever. My little Lillie Garcia Hotchner-Prentiss." She smiled and Hotch rolled his eyes.
"Why didn't you just give her all of the names of the team, ey? Lillie Garcia Jennifer Morgan Reid Rossi Hotchner-Prentiss." He teased and Emily laughed.
"Don't be silly!" She laughed slightly and rocked Lillie some more. "Besides, I needed some names left for any other children I may have!" Hotch gave her a kiss on the head.
"I think it is perfect, Em, Little Lillie. Can I?" He asked and Emily passed him the bundle carefully. "Hello, angel." He kissed the baby's head with a soft smile. Just then the door opened and in came the whole team, and Emily could not help but laugh seeing everyone in there, all cooing over the baby.
"She is perfect, Em." JJ smiled at her.
"I know." Emily gave her biggest smile ever and collapsed back into her pillows, exhausted.