Aaron Hotchner checked his watch for what seemed the hunderendth time in two minutes, Jack was quiet, swinging his legs back and forth while sipping his pop. Aaron was growing more and more impatient and worried at each passing second. Emily would have called if there was a hold up. He was reaching her his phone, dialing her number from memory.

"Hey, it's Emily," The cheery voice of the other end said, "leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can." Hotch wanted to throw the phone. Emily never had her phone off. He was starting to panic, the rational part of him telling him it was nothing, just the long years at the BAU taking their toll. He began dialling the house phone, maybe they'd gone back to get something. Again, another answering machine. Hotch didn't know what to do. He couldn't go looking on his own and leave Jack here. He picked up the boy, something they had both almost overgrown, but it was faster. He remembers telling someone in the restaurant that he had to go before putting Jack in the car, about to drive him to Jessica's.

"Daddy, what's going on?" Jack asked. He wasn't a boy anymore, after all that had happened, he knew how his father acted when he was worried, and how he acted when he was scared.

"I'm just worried about Em and Declan, it's probably nothing but I'm going to drop you off-" Hotch was cut off when his phone rang and he immediately brought it to his ear.

"Emily?" He quickly breathed, a wave of relief rushing through him before he heard the woman's voice on the other end. And it wasn't his wife.

"Mr. Hotchner?" The woman asked, her voice professional, something he was very used to hearing.

"Yes, this is Aaron Hotchner, who is this?" He said quickly, just wanting to know if this had anything to do with his family.

"Mr. Hotchner, we wish we could have contacted you sooner, there was an accident." He swore that his breathing stopped. "Both your wife and son are in crictical condition." She finished, he took in a shallow breath.

"Where are they?"

"General, in the ER, I'll be waiting for you when you get here." She said, and with that Hotch was hanging up the phone and pulling out of the parking lot, surely going faster than legally allowed. Irony at it's finest as he drove towards the hosipital.

Everything was white. She didn't have a mental grasp on what was happening, all she remembered was yelling, yelling Declan's name, repeatedly. And blood. She remembered blood. She could still feel it on her, unsure of just how much was hers. She hear someone say she had a concussion. She was disoriented as she opened her eyes, a sudden fear in her gut. She was terrified, shaking even. She was hooked up to machines and she had searing pain all over her body, but only one clear though in her mind, which she spoke outloud once a nurse walked in, seemingly surprised that she was even awake, telling her to lie down. She only could shake her head.

"Where's Declan?" She echoed, her voice quiet. The nurse was shushing her telling her to calm down, but she keep repeating the question, she wouldn't rest, she wouldn't stop. Obviously, this woman did not know Emily Prentiss very well, because she was still telling her it would all be okay.

"Emily! Emily!"

"Aaron?" She perked up, imediately reconizing the voice as Hotch quickly walked into the room. The nurse had given up by this point, leaving. "Where's Declan?" She repeated for what seemed like the millionth time since she woke up, since the accident in fact. Aaron grabbed her hands in his, kissing her forehead.

"He's in surgery." Hotch said, rubbing her hands in his, he was so happy she was okay as he kissed her again. But, he still had a solid feeling in his stomach, the twisting and turning of worry.

"Where's Jack?" Emily asked, quietly. Her mind was still trying to process the accident.

"I'll go get him." Hotch said, kissing her hand before making a swift exit.

Emily didn't remember how they got out of the car but she was on the pavement and held Declan in her arms. She felt blood on her hands, unsure of where it was coming from. Declan's blue eyes were open she remembered, and he reached out to touch her face. She was crying, holding him like a child. Declan opened his mouth and she nearly shushed him before he choked out a single sentence:

"Remember what I told you." She choked out a small sob as his hand fell to his side, his sparkling blue eyes no longer starring up at her. She put a hand to his face gently.

"No, sweetie, you've gotta-" She coughed. "You've gotta stay awake, we're gonna be okay." She said, clutching him to her, letting out loud sputtering sobs. She looked up to sirens in the distance, looked at the truck that hit them, it was all over the road, and she could just make out the driver in the dim light as she watched the flashing lights she was oh so familiar with grow closer.

"See, baby, we're gonna get help. It's all going to be fine, okay." She said, pushing her lips to his forehead. She was practically gnawing on her lower lip, tasting blood as the ambulances stopped. "I love you." Was the last thing she remembered whispering into the night, unsure if anyone, even the boy in her arms could hear her.

Emily was crying when Hotch entered the room with Jack. It didn't seem the ten year old noticed as he ran to hug her. As sore as she was, she didn't mind one bit as the boy swung his arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. Once he pulled away she wiped her eyes quickly.

"I love you, mommy." Jack said, hugging her again.

"I love you too." She said in his sandy blond hair.

"Any news?" She finally asked Hotch, taking Jack's hand in hers. She needed something to hold on to.

"This is somesort of miracle." All three looked up at the new voice, a doctor with a clipboard. "Your son's fine, he's in recovery now. It was a very close call, but he pulled through. He won't be up for a while though."

"He's okay?" Emily breathed, a sudden warmth filling her. "Take me to see him, I need to see him." She said quickly. The doctor called in a nurse to help her, and Emily seemed to finally notice just how many cuts and bruises covered her entire body. Hotch told her JJ was coming to drop off pyjama's as the three walked towards the recovery ward. A nurse stopped them once they found the room and said that it would be best for only one person to go in at this time. Hotch knew it was going to be Emily, as Jack took his hand.

"Tell him we love him, mommy." Jack said with a smile, and Emily ventured into the room. She quickly sat down in the chair, pulling it as close she could to the bed. She held Declan's hand in one of hers, the other trailing his bruised and cut face.

"I told you we were gonna be okay." She whispered, kissing his hand. And she didn't move for nearly twelve hours, not sleeping a wink. She simply held the boys hand, whispering things from time to time, hoping he could hear her. Her eyes were getting heavy, sleep tugging at her sleeves. She snapped her head up at a small groan, looking up to two blue eyes.

"Mom, why are you crying? I told you, I'll live."