I hope you enjoy this chapter! I just want to warn you guys I have finals starting tomorrow and going until thursday... and then I am having surgery Friday, so it might be a little bit until my next update. Since I need to majorly study for some of my tests (let me point out it is on stuff I will NEVER use in the future)... and my project that my partners not really helping me with! Sorry I just needed to vent for a second. And I'll be in the hospital over night and then on some pain medication... so it might be a week or so until my next update. But it would really make my day if you would all update! Whether you have before or not, or just started reading or anything, I LOVE getting comments :) Well I think I better let you guys read the story

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Emily lay in the hospital again. Her body full of pain. But this time a different type of pain. She was hot and sweaty and panting. Her muscles ached. She looked around and saw nurses surrounding her with eager looks on their faces. Someone was squeezing her hand too tight and telling her to push.

"It's a boy!" An all too peppy nurse's voice cheered, "Do you want to see him?"

Then it dawned on her, she had just given birth. To Bates' child. No, Emily tried to say, she didn't want to see him. But she couldn't make a sound. The words wouldn't come out of her mouth. The nurse, un- knowing to the panic rising in Emily's chest, brought the baby to her, and put it in her hands. Emily looked down, but it wasn't a baby she saw. It was Bates face attached to a small body. She screamed and dropped the baby to the ground. A splattering sound rose in the room and suddenly every one glared at her.

"It's your fault you're pregnant." The nurse with the once peppy voice blamed.

"All you will ever see in your baby is Bates. Because that is what it is." The doctor assured her.

"Your fault… your fault…" Echoed in the room.

Suddenly the baby on the ground started to reassemble itself into Bates again, "There's no getting rid of me." He giggled.

She screamed again, trying to get out of the bed as he came towards her, but she was chained down.

No,no,no, this can't be happening, she panicked.

"It sure is, honey," Bates put his hand on her arm and it burned. It burned like it was on fire, like her arm was about to burst into flames. She screamed at the pain, and screamed at Bates, and screamed at the baby. Bates was clawing up her arm and reached her face, he stroked it, bringing the same fiery pain. NO! She sobbed trying to move away. No! She screamed as he moved his hand down her body.

JJ woke up to Emily's screams. It took her a second to figure out just where she was. She looked over and saw her friend sobbing and JJ jumped out of bed. Emily let out another scream and JJ ran next to her. "Em, wake up, it's just a dream." JJ begged, trying to draw Emily out of the nightmare that was hurting her so badly. Emily continued to sob. "Please Emily, come on, wake up," JJ shook her shoulders. Emily was not awakened by JJ's pleadings. JJ shook her shoulders more in a desperate attempt to wake Emily up. "Emily! Wake up!" She shouted. Suddenly Emily's eyes suddenly flashed open. JJ saw pure pain and terror in her unmasked eyes.

"Em, it's okay, it's JJ. We are at the hotel." JJ calmly comforted her.

Emily was unable to answer, her throat raw from screaming and sobs still shaking through her body. Doing what she had done at the hospital, JJ got next to Emily in her bed and pulled her close to her body. JJ held her friend there as tears forced their way through her body. Emily was shaking and her body was sticky from sweat.

"Shhh, Em, everything is okay," JJ whispered into her ear, gently rocking her friend.

Soon the tears stopped and Emily was able to speak, "I'm sorry…"

"There's nothing to be sorry about Emily." JJ assured her. JJ looked into her tear filled eyes and saw that the mask had returned. It covered up all the pain and terror that JJ knew was hidden there.

Although Emily was done crying neither of them made an attempt to move. It was too comforting.

"What was the dream about?" JJ asked, wanting to help her friend.

"I don't remember." Emily automatically lied.

"Emily…" JJ said skeptically.

"Really JJ, I don't." Emily told her.

JJ still didn't believe that her friend was telling her the truth, "Emily you now you have nothing to be afraid of, or embarrassed of."

"I know, I'm fine. I just don't remember." She answered too quickly. She moved to get out of the position she was in and JJ let go.

"I need to shower." Emily said quickly moving that way. Minutes later the water was running.

JJ stared out the window and sighed. Not this again, she thought. Emily was opening up and JJ was helping her, but Emily had stopped. She wouldn't tell JJ what was going on. JJ knew there was moretham Emily was telling her, but she also knew Emily wouldn't willingly give up the information. Please, just not this again. She absentmindedly ran her hand through her hair.

Four hours later the team sat on the jet as they finally flew home. They were ready to be in familiar territory. With the help of the BAU's profile the local police had been able to find the first killer they had been after. The total body count of his was 8. Nobody knew how many women Bate's had gotten, but it was obvious Emily was not his first. Yet the team tried to push these thoughts out of their minds and just focus on the fact that everyone was alive. JJ stilled worried about Emily, but Emily had made it clear she wanted to be alone. JJ didn't want to be completely shut out, so she respected her space. For now.

Emily sat in the corner of the plane reading a Kurt Vonnegut book.

"Hey Prentiss, how's the book coming?" Morgan sat down next to her totally ignoring the fact she wanted to be alone.

"It's good." Emily answered, trying to be pleasant.

"Hmm… Breakfast of Champions," He said reading the title, "I don't think I've read that one yet."

"I'm almost done." Emily flipped through her remaining 50 pages, "You can borrow it when I'm done."

"I think I might just have to take you up on that offer."

Suddenly a wave of nausea washed over Emily and she dropped her book.

"You okay?" Morgan asked.

Emily was about to answer yes when she felt the sudden need to vomit. She jumped up from her seat and quickly stepped around Morgan and ran to the bathroom. She leaned in front of the toilet in the small bathroom and vomited. She suddenly felt strong hands rubbing her back, but she didn't dare move. She almost thought she was okay when another wave hit her. She vomited into the toilet again and quickly flushed it when she was done. She took a piece of toilet paper off the wall and wiped her mouth off with it. She slowly stood up and washed her face off. She turned to Morgan who still had a protective grip on her arm.

"Morning sickness?" He asked.

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