A/N: Good news, bad news...IT'S DONE! I hope you enjoy! ;)

They finally arrived at the hospital after what felt like forever, and while Seaver and Prentiss were rushed to emergency care, Hotch was let go to reunite with Rossi, Morgan, and Blake in the ER waiting room. They learned that they were in Wyoming, still very far away from home, and that a search and rescue chopper had been sent to retrieve their personal belongings. Hotch glimpsed into the ER and saw two gurneys with black body bags being wheeled away, and he suddenly found himself regretting what we knew he had to do next; call Will for JJ and both of Reid's parents. He never thought the day would come that he had to inform members of his deceased team members' loved ones that the agent they loved had died, and yet here it was. He was shaken out of thought when a nurse from the ER check-in desk called to him,

"Sir? Agent Hotchner? There's a call for you from an Agent Garcia in Virginia? It's urgent?"

"Yes, of course, thank you." Hotch made his way over to the phone, gesturing for the team to follow.

He took the phone and the cradle to the far end of the desk and hit speaker phone, motioning for the rest of his team to crowd around.

"Garcia?" Hotch asked

"Oh, Hotch! Thank God you're okay! I heard you guys crashed but there was no satellite signal and all none of your phones were working and…is everyone okay?"

Garcia was frantic, and Hotch knew he was just about to break her heart,

"I have Blake, Rossi, and Morgan here with me, we're all just fine."

"Hey baby girl." Morgan said with as much life as he could manage, knowing Garcia needed to hear his voice,

"Oh, sweetie, thank goodness you're okay! Hotch, what about Reid, Seaver, JJ, and Emily?"

Hotch gulped, and looked at the other three around him,

"Seaver has a large cut in the side of her head, along with some deep bruising, and she's probably suffering a concussion, but she's in a very deep state of shock and she hasn't said a word in over twenty-four hours. Emily had a piece of metal get impaled through her calf muscle, and it isn't good; infection is setting in and I'm fairly certain I heard one of the ER doctors mention septicemia, which is blood poisoning."

"Oh God." Garcia's voice was shaky, and Hotch knew she was breaking down.

"Garcia, take a deep breath, and listen to me, Reid and JJ, they-"

"They didn't make it, Garcia." Rossi cut Hotch off, knowing he wouldn't be able to do it.

Hotch shot him a thankful glance as they listened for Garcia's response, but they only had silence.

"Garcia?" Blake asked, her voice cracking.

"They…they what? JJ, she…and Reid, they…they didn't what? Th-they…you mean they…" Garcia began to panic again.

"We found Reid shortly after the crash with a piece of metal through his chest, and JJ…she was crushed under one of the wing's of the plane. We tried to save her, baby girl, we really did, but it was too heavy, and one of her organs failed, and she lost too much blood, there was nothing we could do." Morgan stated the facts to Garcia, using all the power he had left to not break down, and yet he allowed his voice to crack and tears to make their way down his face, and when he looked up he saw the rest of them in tears, even Rossi.

The line went dead, the last sound they heard being the pained outcry of their friend.

Xx

An hour later, two doctors stepped into the waiting room and called out Seaver and Prentiss's names. Hotch and the others stood, and decided to split in half so each doctor could explain the situation of their patient as soon as possible. Naturally, Hotch wanted to see Emily, so he and Rossi went with the doctor that treated her, while Blake and Morgan went to Seaver.

Hotch and Rossi stepped into Prentiss's room, and they gasped when they saw that Prentiss was laying in a bed with her left leg elevated, the piece of metal now gone.

"Agents," The doctor began,

"We were able to safely remove the metal that was lodged in Agent Prentiss's leg, and we were able to get her temperature down and we gave her some painkillers to make her more comfortable."

"But?" Rossi pushed,

"Well, septicemia, or blood poisoning, has unfortunately settled in, and it's taken a very aggressive toll on her body…it's very advanced." The doctor sounded grave, which was an immediate red flag to the profilers.

"So, what you're saying is…she probably won't make it?" Hotch asked blatantly, preparing himself for the worst.

"No, I'm afraid not. She's very weak and sick, and most likely won't make it through the night. I'm very sorry, I'll leave you alone." With that, the doctor left the room, making sure the door was closed completely as he did.

"Hotch?" Rossi looked at him hesitantly.

Hotch suddenly leaned against the nearest wall and slid down into a sitting position, feeling nothing but pure defeat.

Xx

Blake and Morgan stepped into the small room to find Seaver sitting on a hospital bed, a nurse holding an ice pack to the side of her head. The doctor shut the door and turned to the agents,

"Well, it's mostly good news. We took an emergency CT scan and an MRI, and nothing showed up. She's suffering a fairly minor concussion, and she's been given two blood transfusions, as well as stitched that nasty cut up. She'll be dizzy and nauseous for a few weeks, and she should not be in the field for at least two months, but she'll make a full recovery soon enough." The doctor looked from Seaver to Morgan and Blake with a small smile on his face, and they returned it with thankful expressions.

"Thank you, doctor, that's good to hear." Blake said politely, shaking his hand as she did. Morgan did the same, and the doctor left as the nurse instructed Ashley to keep the ice to her head for a few more minutes, then followed the doctor out the door.

"Ashley, how are you feeling?" Blake asked her as they walked over to the bed.

"My head hurts like a bitch, I can't believe what I just witnessed over the past two days, I'm starving, I'm sad, and I want to go home so I can crawl into a corner and cry." Her voice broke and tears started to flow down her cheeks, and her lip quivered with overwhelming stress.

"Oh, I know, all of us feel the same way. We have to be strong for now, although we can all eat soon, I promise." Blake took Seaver into her embrace, and Morgan started to rub Seaver's back. He couldn't agree more with Seaver, and above all he wanted his friends back and for Prentiss to have the same prognosis as Seaver.

He was in for quite the surprise.

Xx

Four hours later, they all sat around Prentiss's bed, their heads hanging. Hotch held Prentiss's hand in his, and he kept his water-filled eyes on her. She had gone into septic shock about an hour ago, and at this point her heart rate was through the roof and she had slipped into unconsciousness. Hotch pressed a kiss to her temple, and the heart monitor sounded a single tone. Blake and Seaver looked up, their expressions filled with shock.

"No…" Morgan said out of disbelief. He'd lost too many people that he'd cared about, and JJ and Emily had been the last straw. He cared about them like his own sisters, and now they had slipped out of his hands forever. He stood up and angrily began tearing the room apart, leaving Rossi to try and calm him down, while Seaver and Blake broke down yet again.

Hotch did nothing but keep his gaze on Prentiss. He brought her close to him, holding her tightly,

"I love you, Emily." He whispered in her ear.

Just before they had all settled into the room to be with her, he had made the hardest phone call of his life to Will, Hotch knowing the sound of his friend crying out would haunt him forever. He didn't find it fair that three people he loved and cared about had to lose their lives in such horror-filled ways; it didn't even feel real. He wished it was all a dream, that he could go back and all would be well.

Aaron Hotchner woke with a start, his palms sweaty and his heart racing. He couldn't believe the images that had just flashed in his mind before him, but was relieved when he looked around the jet to see JJ and Emily on the couch, Seaver and Reid across from him, and Blake sitting right next to him, with her head leaning against the window of the jet. However, despite all this, nothing could compare to the sound of Morgan's soft snore.

Talk about a plot twist, right? Yup, it was all just an eventful nightmare! Relieved? Me too.

Haha glad y'all enjoyed this! Thanks for sticking with me :)