First off, I need to apologize for my innacuracy in the pregnancy test, thank you for pointing it out! I guess my lack of knowledge of pregnany really showed there. I'm doing my research though, but I do apologize for anything in advance that may be incorrect. For the sake of this story, Emily is already a few weeks ahead. Other than that I hope you find everything else in the story good!

I do not own Criminal Minds

"Oh Em…" JJ hugged her tear streaked friend.

Morgan stared in disbelief.

"Do you know what you are going to do?" JJ asked her, "They could probably perform an abortion at the hospital."

"I'm scared." 15 year old Emily looked up at Mathew Benton. They sat in the waiting room, and he took her hand in his.

"I can't do that. Not again." Emily shook her head.

"Again?" Morgan asked.

Emily sighed, "When my mother's post was set in Italy, I was fifteen. I didn't have any friends, and all I wanted was to fit in." She wiped tears off her face, "I got pregnant. Do you remember Mathew Benton?"

JJ and Morgan nodded their heads.

"He helped me get an abortion." Emily explained, "You saw what happened to him."

"Emily, what happened to him was not your fault." Morgan told her.

"Why didn't you tell us before?" JJ asked.

"I told Rossi, but I didn't want to be treated differently."

"We wouldn't have then, and we won't now." Morgan assured her.

Emily gave them a weak smile.

"We are here for you Emily. And we will be every step of the way." JJ assured her.

"I know," Emily nodded, "Thank you."

"Of course Princess," Morgan said, "And don't you forget it." He walked over and hugged her.

"Please, don't tell the rest of the team. Not yet." Emily begged.

"Of course not." JJ said. "Not until you're ready."

The three of them sat in silence and Emily felt comfortable by her friends. The tears on her face had dried and a burden had lifted off of her chest. She was still resting in JJ's arms and Morgan was now standing next to her with his hand on hers. Maybe I can do this, she thought to herself.

The whole team had been staying in the hotel while Emily was in the hospital. But there was always at least one person with her at all times. After three weeks in the hospital the doctor had decided she was healthy enough to fly home, as long as she had frequent check- ups. Her arm was still in a cast and the bruises on her body were still sore, but she was getting better.

"Ready to leave?" Morgan asked popping into the room with a wheelchair.

"You don't know the half of it," Emily said getting out of bed, "I really don't need that wheel chair."

"Doctors orders," Morgan helped her sit down. He pushed her to the parking lot where the rest of the team met her.

"Emily! How are you feeling?" Garcia asked.

"Better." Emily asked, "I do want to get out of here though." She pointed to the hospital.

"Of course," Garcia said. Hotch opened the door to one of the SUV's and Morgan tried to help her in.

"I'm fine Morgan. I can do this myself." She hissed, and he backed away. The rest of the team got into the cars and they drove back to the hotel. They all walked into the lobby, Emily's limp almost completely gone.

"We will be flying out early tomorrow, so why don't we all go pack." Hotch suggested.

The team agreed and got into the elevator. When they reached their floor they all got out and entered their rooms.

"How are you feeling?" JJ asked as soon as the door closed to their room.

"I'm alright. Just really tired." Emily admitted.

"Why don't you get some rest? I can help pack your stuff."

Emily almost refused, but she could barely keep her eyes open, "Thanks." She said falling onto her bed. She fell asleep to the soft humming of JJ.

"I don't know how much more of this the team can go through." Hotch said to Rossi.

"Emily's strong, she will get better." Rossi assured him.

"It's not just that. First there was Elle, then Gideon, and Reid being taken from Tobias and Emily from the cult leader, Garcia being shot. And there's more. How much longer until they break down?"

"It comes with the territory." Rossi said, "It's better us getting hurt, we signed up for it."

Hotch massaged his forehead with his hands and then continued packing. Yet the thought remained with him. How much more could the team handle?

I hope you enjoyed the story, and thank you so much for all of the amazing comments! I would just love to get more :)