Hey guys, sorry it's been so long for an update on this (well, compared to recent updates), but I've been swamped working on my other Criminal Minds story that totally grew a mind of its own an held me hostage.

But I'm back with this one. And it's for Lexie4MP who wanted a story about DJ's birth.

Enjoy.

Let's Push Out A Baby

Something woke her up. She didn't know what. She looked around the familiar room assessing the situation. She was in the Prentiss/Morgan guest room. She'd been sleeping over when the team was away since Emily hit eight months. She wasn't going to let anything happen to the little nugget growing in the belly of her friend. Garcia heard running water coming from the bathroom somewhere in the house. She assumed it was from the master suite. That pregnant woman got up to go to the bathroom just about thirty times a night.

Garcia closed her eyes to go back to sleep, but heard footsteps coming closer to her room. She opened her eyes again and saw the door to the room push open.

"Penelope, we have to go. Come on," Emily said from the doorway. She was in sweatpants and one of Morgan's large sweatshirts that she had commandeered on the nights he was away.

Garcia was out of bed in an instant and standing in front of Emily. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you in pain? What happened?"

"My water just broke," Emily says calmly. "Come on." She turns out of the bedroom.

"Okay, okay, uh, let's go." Garcia closes the door behind her as she leaves the room. Emily stops her. "What? What's wrong?"

"You need pants," Emily says with a smile.

Garcia rushes back into the room. "Right." She throws on some pants and races back into the hallway. "Are you okay? Do you need any help?" Garcia asks in a panic.

"No. I'm fine. Let's just get to the hospital." Garcia grabs Emily's arm to help her down the stairs. "Penelope, I can get down the stairs on my own."

"Okay. Right. You're fine, perfect," Garcia rambles as she lets go of Emily's arm. "You're just pregnant and about to push a baby out of your nether regions, and he's going to be great and fine and perfect," Garcia rambles.

Emily laughs as they make it to the bottom of the stairs.. "Thanks. Can you do something for me?"

"Anything. Of course. What do you need?"

"First, relax," Emily instructs. "Now, grab that bag and you can call Derek on the way."

"Derek!" Garcia realizes. Garcia grabs the bag and the two are out the door. "Alright, let's push out a baby."

Police Station in Indiana

The BAU team, minus Emily, boxes up all their information as they close out a case. Morgan's phone rings. He looks at it.

"Hey, Baby Girl," Morgan answers. "Whoa, whoa, slow down." Morgan listens. "Right now? Definitely right now?" The team stops what they are doing listening to Morgan's side of the call. "Alright, we just wrapped up. We're going to head to the plane now. Can Emily talk?"

The rest of the team finishes out boxing all the evidence as fast as they can. Morgan hangs up.

"Emily in labor?" Rossi asks.

"Yeah," Derek answers. He blinks a few times in shock.

"Labor can be a long process or it can be as short as a few hours depending on the person," Reid says.

"What?" Derek asked shocked. "I could miss my son being born?"

"Not, if we hurry," Hotch says. "The plane is ready to go we just need to get our stuff from the hospital."

Reid and JJ go with Morgan. He pulls out of the lot lights blazing and siren screaming.

"How was Emily?" JJ asked him.

"Calm, annoyingly so according to Garcia, and I have to agree from when I spoke to her."

JJ laughs.

Hospital

Emily groans and rubs her round belly. Garcia rushes over and wipes a cool sponge on Emily's forehead.

"Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

"Not much. Just with the contractions but they are not frequent at all."

Garcia stops wiping Emily's brow. "Okay, you have to stop."

"What?" Emily asks.

"This zen Emily you have going on. It's freaking me out. You're in labor, woman."

Emily laughs. "I'm very aware."

"Then scream or be antsy or restless or just downright unreasonable," Garcia says annoyed.

Emily laughs more. "Penelope. I'm fine. Nothing's happened yet."

"Your water broke! You're in labor, the baby kind," Garcia informs, a little concerned about Emily's behavior.

"I know," Emily laughs. "But right now nothing is happening, plus do you really want to be here for when I get crazy?"

"You're right. Stay zen Emily and be crazy Emily when your husband gets here."

"You've got a deal," Emily says. "How far are they?"

"They are in the air now. They should be here in about three hours."

"Okay." Emily nods and drops her head onto the propped up pillows behind her.

BAU Plane

"Yes, I know, Ma," Derek says into his cellphone. "She wasn't due until next week. Yes, I'm sorry. I'll try not to. I'll let you know when I get there. Okay, bye." Derek hangs up. He sighs.

Everyone on the plane looks at Morgan expectantly and with small smiles.

"I'm about to be a father and I just got chewed out by my mother."

"Happens to the best of us," Rossi says.

"What'd she say?" Hotch asks.

"A lot of 'I told you so' and I shouldn't have left this close to Emily's due date. And I better not miss her grandson being born."

"She has a point," Reid adds. "Emily entered the range for a successful birth last week."

"Thanks, Reid," Derek says.

"You'll make it," JJ says. "Garcia hasn't called frantic yet so I think it's safe to say nothing has happened yet."

"Hopefully."

Three Hours Later

Morgan bursts into Emily's hospital room on the maternity ward. Emily and Penelope, in the recliner beside the bed, jolt awake.

"Are you okay?" Derek says rushing to Emily's bedside.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Emily says calmly.

"Fine?"

"Yeah."

"I told you, Chocolate Thunder, she's annoyingly calm," Garcia says.

"Are you serious? I just rushed here like crazy with the team, got an ass chewing by my mom, and you're saying your fine? I'm confused. You are in labor, right? It's not a false alarm?"

Garcia took this time to step out of the room and inform the team of why was happening.

"No false alarm. My water definitely broke, but it seems your son changed his mind on us," Emily says rubbing her belly. "We've been here almost four hours and nothing. What was with your mom?"

Derek sits on the side of the bed. "She told me this was going to happen." Derek ran his hand over his wife's stomach. "Thanks for getting me in trouble with Grandma, kid." He looks up at his wife. "Are you having contractions?"

"Not really. They come ever couple hours, but nothing I can't handle."

"What are the doctors saying?"

"Nothing we can really do. We're going to wait and see what happens for now."

Morgan nods at Emily's answer. "Will you be okay if I talk to the team?"

"Yeah, I'm just going to get some rest."

Derek leans over and kisses Emily. "I'll be right back."

Maternity Waiting Room

"How is she?" Reid asks as soon as Morgan walks into the waiting room.

"She's fine," Derek says. He turns to Garcia. "Are you sure they didn't give her anything?"

"She was like that from the moment her water broke."

Derek looks to Hotch. "How was Haley when she had Jack?"

"Haley was a mess. One minute she was calm and the next she was breaking my hand. I had to get a brace," Hotch answered. "But everyone deals with it differently."

"But she's really calm, I mean really."

"You want her to break your hand?" Reid asks.

"Maybe. She should do something, right?"

"Maybe this is the calm before the storm. You might want to enjoy it," JJ suggests.

"You guys should go home. Get some sleep. I'll call you when something happens. It's pretty much a waiting game right now."

16 Hours in Labor

"Derek, tell your son to get out of me," Emily says frustrated.

"Maybe we should walk again," Derek suggests.

"I don't want to walk again," Emily says through gritted teeth as she lays on the hospital bed. "I want your baby out of my uterus."

"Maybe try resting." Derek rubs where is son is.

"I can't take this," Emily cries. "Why does he have to be so stubborn. Is this what it's going to be like?"

Derek wipes her forehead with a damp cloth as he sits beside her on the bed. "It's going to be okay, Princess. Our son will be here soon and you won't even remember this."

"That's a lie," Emily moans. "That's just what people say to make pregnant people feel better. My mother says she remembers everything, all the pain." She shifts in the bed trying to find a comfortable position. She sighs when she can't and just settles for a less uncomfortable position. "Oh god, what if this never ends and I remember every second of it."

"It will end. And you'll have our baby boy in your arms soon."

20 Hours in Labor

Emily cries. "You said this would be over soon."

"I know. I'm sorry, baby. Dr. Monroe is coming and she'll tell us what's going on."

Emily groans and squeezes Derek's hand hard. Dr. Monroe knocks on the door and enters as Emily's contraction ends.

"How are we doing in here? I know it's been a very long day." The doctor asks sympathetically.

"We passed 'long day' hours ago," Emily responds.

The woman pulls a rolling stool over to the end of the bed and pulls Emily's legs into stirrups. "Let's take a look."

"If your next words are not 'you're almost ready,' don't even bother," Emily warns. Emily groans when Annette Monroe gives her a tight lipped smile. "No. Will this ever end? Is this normal?"

"No pregnancy or birth is the same, but you are five centimeters. You're halfway there."

Emily groans again. "Five centimeters, that's it? I've been in labor for a day!"

"We'll give you a few more hours to do this and then we'll give you something to speed this up. We haven't yet because his heartbeat is strong and he doesn't seem to be in distress."

"I'm in distress!"

"Just try to relax and we'll get through this together, okay?" The woman says. "I'll be back to check on you.

28 Hours in Labor

Emily screams and squeezes Derek's hand will all that she has. She pants and falls back against the bed when the contraction is over.

"What if he hates me?"

"What?" Derek asks.

"Our son. I don't know how to be a mother."

"I don't know how to be a father, but we'll figure it out."

"My body hates me."

"What?" Derek can't keep up with his wife's train of thought.

"My cervix, Derek," Emily cries. "Why won't it open? It should be open by now."

"It will happen."

Emily looks at Derek. He knows that is not the answer she wants. And he has no idea what the right answer would have been.

"He just loves you so much he doesn't want to leave?" Derek tries.

"He can love me just fine out here," Emily says angrily.

33 Hours in Labor

Emily screams through a contraction while Dr. Monroe is between her legs at the foot of her bed.

"Nine centimeters, Emily. You're almost there. Your son should be here soon."

"Don't say that word," Emily shakes her head. "I never want to hear that word again."

"You're almost there. You'll be holding your baby boy in no time," Dr. Monroe says. She turns to Derek. "Keep monitoring the contractions. I'll be back in a few to check on you guys." Dr. Monroe leaves.

"You guys," Emily scoffs before looking at Derek. "I didn't know you were pushing a human being out your vagina as well."

"I text Garcia our progress," Emily gives Derek a look, "your progress and she and the team should be here before he is born."

"Great," Emily answered not at all feeling like this is a joyous occasion. "This isn't happening again, Derek.

35 Hours in Labor

"Big push, Emily," Dr. Monroe coaches. "I need a big push on the next contraction. Looks like your son is finally ready to meet his Mama and Daddy and the world," Dr. Monroe says from between Emily's legs. One nurse stands on either side of Emily's legs.

Derek sits next to Emily on the bed with his hand in a vice by hers. Emily screams and pushes down. She falls back against Derek and the pillows when the contraction is over.

"That was very good, Emily. His head is right there. Just give me another big push on the next one to get it out."

"That wasn't enough?" Emily pants. She screams as another contraction hits.

"Push, baby," Derek tries to coach.

"You shut up," Emily says through gritted teeth as she pushes. "Never again!" She screams as she pushes down.

"Oh, Emily, his hair is beautiful," the doctor comments. "All that's left is the shoulders. You can do this."

As soon as the contraction hits, Emily wastes no time pushing to get this over with. She screams through the contraction and eventually her screams mix with the wails of a baby boy.

Emily falls back against the pillows as Derek goes to cut the umbilical cord. She closes her eyes and takes in the sounds of the baby's strong lungs. Her baby. Her son.

Dr. Monroe takes the newborn, wrapped in a fresh blue blanket, over to Emily. She places the baby in Emily's arms.

If Emily hadn't already loved this baby from the moment she knew about him, she definitely would now. This was her son.

"Welcome to the world, Dylan Morgan," Emily whispers to her baby boy.

Derek comes to the head of the bed and looks down on his wife and son. He leans down and kisses his son's forehead and then kisses his wife's forehead.

"Thank you," he tells Emily. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Congrats! You've reached the end of this one. I hope you liked it. In case you're wondering what DJ's middle name is...I have no idea. I couldn't decide what I wanted it to be so I just skipped it haha. If you have ideas for it, let me know. I'll think about them.

Tell me what you think.

Thanks for reading.

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