When Nothing Goes as Planned


A/N - Sorry I having updated sooner, but I have been (still is) kind of obsessed with the Harry Potty books lately, so writing CM haven't been easy because my thoughts have been in a totally different world. But here is a new chapter and will start writing the next tomorrow.

Also, I only need two more reviews to have a 100, and I'm so grateful for all of you, who have taken the time to let me know what you think about my story. Therefore I'm going to write a one-shot for the person who writes my 100th review :)


Week 15

"You are not coming with us on this case," Hotch said and was almost afraid to look at Emily knowing that she would get really pissed at him for keeping her at the office with Garcia.

"What?" she asked angrily and stood up from her chair knocking it over. "I'm not coming with you? Why the hell not?"

The others quickly stood up and left the room not wanting to get in the middle of their fight.

"Emily, the UnSub is killing pregnant women! How can you think I will jeopardize the lives of you and our unborn children for a case?"

"Just because he goes after pregnant women doesn't it mean he will go after me. It's not like it's the first time I matched the victims' profile."

Hotch was getting angry at Emily for not understanding why he did not want her to come. "I know that! But what if he does? What if he goes after you? You may not die, because you are strong and can defend yourself, but our babies could die. Are you really willing to risk their lives?"

"Why are you making it sound like I don't love our children?" Emily screamed as angry tears made their way down her cheeks. "I want to be able to still do my job even though I'm pregnant!"

"It's just one case."

"No, it's not just one case, because there will be another and then another. Soon every case involving women will have you scared for our safety," she laid a hand on her stomach, "but staying here isn't any saver. Bad things happen everywhere."

"You are not coming with us," Hotch said determined.

Emily wanted to scream that she hated him, but it felt so child like and she knew it would not change his mind the slightest. Instead she left the room without a word.

Hotch watched her movements through the conference room window and saw as she gathered her things by her desk and walked out the glass doors to the elevator. A part of him wanted to run after her and apologize for starting the fight, but at the same time he was just so mad at her for not understanding that he wanted to keep her and the babies safe. Yeah, maybe bad things could happen to her everywhere, but why go look for it yourself? Hotch shook his head as he walked out of the conference room down to the others that were waiting for him by the elevator.

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Emily laid on her bed with the blanket over her head, trying to block out the sound of her cell phone ringing. She knew it was Hotch, who was calling. He had been calling her all day, but she was still so mad at him, that she had not even been there to help with the case in Garcia's office. She knew the team would be fine without her, and ignoring Hotch would be difficult is she was there. Also, she knew Garcia would ask questions and she did not want to talk about it. This was only about her and Hotch and they needed to work it out by themselves. Okay, working things out would probably be easier if she actually talked with him, but she was too mad. They could talk in the morning.

When the phone stopped ringing Emily pushed the blanket of her and looked over at the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was a little over 11 and Emily figured that the team had just got back to the hotel to get some sleep. She rolled to her side and rubbed her cheek against the pillow closing her eyes. She was not really tried yet, but that was her own fault, when she decided to take a three hours nap earlier. At the time it had seemed like a good idea.

Emily sighed deeply when her phone started ringing again. She grabbed it of the bedside table and saw that 'Hotchner' was once again written across the front screen. She pressed the phone to her ear as she rolled onto her back. "I don't wanna talk to you!" she said angrily and hung up again. Emily knew that all Hotch probably wanted to do was apologize, but if he apologized then she could not stay mad at him and right now that was all she wanted to do. She threw the phone, making it jump on the mattress three times before it fell of and onto the floor. Emily groaned loudly, but she didn't crawl down to get it. If it is on the floor, then she will not feel the need to answer it if Hotch called again.

Thinking that sleep would probably be a good idea now, Emily reached down and pulled the blanket over herself. She rolled to the side and turned of the lamp on her bedside table. When the darkness filled her bedroom, Emily closed her eyes and squashed her right hand under her pillow while the other moved to her stomach. She loved the feeling of her swollen abdomen under her fingers.

Emily opened her eyes quickly when she felt something, something very different under the skin of her stomach. "What the hell is that?" She sat up and looked down at herself in her dark with both hands lying on her stomach. She moved them around trying to feel it again, but the movement she felt was not hard enough for her to feel it against her hands. A big smile appeared on Emily's face. She could feel the babies move around.

Emily quickly turned on the bedside lamp and then jumped out of bed and grabbed her cell phone of the floor. She hit speed dial one and wait for Hotch to answer.

"Hotchner."

"It's me, Emily," she said hoping he could not hear the smile in her voice, because she did not want him to know, just yet, that she was not mad at him anymore. She wanted Hotch to apologize and feel bad about yelling at her, before she told him the exciting news.

"Emily? Are you talking to me again?"

Emily nodded, but then remembered that Hotch could not see her. "I am," she said and sat down on the the bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry for the things I said. And I'm sorry for not letting you come with us on this case." She could hear him sigh deeply. "I just wish you could understand why I didn't want you to come."

"I do understand and I'm sorry too." She kept quite for a moment and then said, "I think I felt them move." Emily bit her bottom lip and waited excitingly for his reply.

"Move?"

"Well don't move 'move', like kicking. I think they are still too small for that, even though they are about 5 inches long right now. Oh God, that is almost like the length of my hands. How can things that big be inside of me? And they will only get bigger!"

"STOP the rambling, Emily!" Hotch quickly said hoping to stop her before she got too panicked and would start hyperventilating. "Take deep breaths."

Emily inhaled and and exhaled deeply a few times and then said, "Sorry."

"What about we both stop apologizing and just forgive each other?"

Emily crawled back in bed and pulled the blanket tight around herself with a smile. "Yeah, I would like that."

"Goodnight, Emily."

"Goodnight, Aaron."