Here's 7. Enjoy. This title is from the carol "Do You Hear What I Hear," the stanza most pertinent to the chapter... here's hoping the thought gets across. :p

SEVEN: Do You Know What I Know

Hotch could hear the muffled whimpering of the baby.

"No, you get out of here," the unsub countered. A balaclava hid his features, but Hotch recognized the desperation in his voice. "Leave, or I'll kill him."

"If that baby were a boy, I know you'd kill him whether I left or not. But it's a girl, and if you kill her now you'll have nothing to bargain with."

"There's no way you're letting me out of here without a hostage. Drop the gun, or I'll kill her!"

The whimpering was getting quieter and sounding more strained.

"You're suffocating her. If you don't stop, you won't have a hostage. And I will shoot you."

"Drop the gun now!"

"I won't warn you again. Step back from the crib."

"You're the one killing her! Drop it."

Hotch fired and the unsub staggered back. Morgan rushed into the room to secure the unsub while Hotch went to the crib and lifted a teddy bear from the baby's face. She looked pale and unresponsive. Hotch dropped the crib gate and leaned down to listen. The baby wasn't breathing. He blew on her face and got no response.

"Come on, Martha..." He sealed his lips over the baby's nose and mouth and gently let his breath out until he saw her stomach puff out slightly in her onesie. He lifted his head long enough to tell Morgan, "Keep the parents out of here!" Then he gave the baby another breath and felt the inside of her elbow for a pulse.

"Does she have a pulse?" asked JJ's voice.

"Yes. It's weak."

Hotch delivered another breath to the infant, who suddenly gurgled and coughed. Then she was crying again—a strong, healthy cry.

"Oh, thank God," JJ said. She lifted the baby carefully into her arms. "It's okay, sweetheart."

Hotch's phone vibrated in his pocket. He should really have turned it off during the neighborhood search, but he'd promised Beth he would leave it on. However, it was Garcia calling, not Beth.

"What is it, Garcia?"

"Sir, have you got him?"

"Yes. Injured, but alive. Once medics have stabilized him, he might be able to tell us something about who Majesty is."

"Good. I thought you'd want to know that Rossi and the others are here."

"Thank you. We'll be back at the station soon."

When Hotch came downstairs, the Matthewses were holding their baby and talking with JJ. Mrs. Matthews looked up at him.

"You're agent Hotchner?"

"Yes, ma'am," Hotch said, coming closer to them on his way to the door.

"Agent Jareau told us you saved our baby's life. Thank you."

"We can't thank you enough," her husband said.

"I'm just glad we got here in time," Hotch answered.

"She also said your fiancee is about to have a baby," said Mrs. Matthews. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

"That's nice of you, but..." Hotch paused, thinking about the hay compartment where the baby was likely to be born. "Actually... if you could spare a receiving blanket or two... we're having a home birth, so..."

"Yes, of course." She left Martha in her husband's arms and quickly went to pack a bag.

"Isn't the hospital a safe option now?" JJ asked quietly, following them back upstairs.

"Not with the other one unaccounted for. I think we caught Thutmose, and Majesty is still out there," Hotch explained.

Mrs. Matthews hurried around the nursery, finding lots of items Hotch and Beth might need for the baby. "I've even got a few leftover newborn diapers," she said cheerfully, putting them into a tote bag.

"That's very kind."

"Not at all. I probably won't be needing them..." She sounded a little wistful.

"You don't think you'll have any more children?" JJ asked.

"Our first was a very complicated pregnancy and the baby was stillborn. The doctors said it was a miracle I was able to have Martha."

Hotch had a strange feeling he'd never had before. "Missus Matthews... I don't normally say things like this because no one can know the future with any certainty... but I think you're going to have more children. Martha will have siblings."

She smiled a little. "That's sweet of you to say. I guess it's possible, but I shouldn't get my hopes up."

When she finished packing things up, she held out the bag. "Don't worry about giving the bag back. I'd like to give you my phone number, though. I'd love to hear how the home birth went."

"Sure, we can let you know."

JJ took a phone call and soon reported to Hotch that Morgan had followed the ambulance to the hospital and was waiting for the unsub to get out of surgery.

"Good. Have Prentiss head over there too," Hotch told her. "I'll just take this stuff to Beth and then I'll get back to the sheriff's office.

"I'll let the others know," said JJ.

Hotch let himself into the horse trailer quietly, but Beth was awake.

"How are you doing?" Hotch whispered, leaning down to kiss her.

"Okay," she answered. "I'm tired, though. It's good to see you."

"When did Jack fall asleep?"

"About an hour ago. He's been so sweet."

"Has your water broken yet?"

"Yes. Everything seemed normal. But ask Jack about it later. He was very careful to observe everything you told him to, and he'll want to give you his report. We cleaned it up with a bath towel; it's in that bag." She pointed to a plastic shopping bag.

"How far apart are contractions?"

"Still fifteen to twenty minutes."

"Did Jenny come to check on you?"

"No. I think she and Bob must be asleep in the hotel. It's okay, though. The baby may not be here until morning, anyway."

"Maybe not, but I'd feel better if you could get hold of her."

"Do you have to go back to the sheriff's station?"

"Yeah. We caught someone tonight, but we don't think he was working alone, so the town isn't safe yet. I'm sorry... I wish I could stay with you through all of it..."

"I know. Just get back here before the actual birth and it will be okay."

"I'll bring JJ back with me. She'll be horrified when she realizes where we're staying, but it can't be helped. I'm hoping this is the last place the unsub would expect to find a baby."

"It probably is." Beth gasped suddenly, digging her fingers into the hay on either side of her bedding.

Hotch wound his arms around her and held her through the contraction. It lasted less than a minute. "Maybe I should stay," he said doubtfully.

"Aaron, he's not coming out right now. It will be hours yet. It's okay."

He sighed and kissed her forehead. "Okay... but you keep your phone close. And the Glock."

"I am." She put an arm around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Everything's going to be all right. I love you."

"I love you too. I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

"I can't really blame you for that. But you do now, so everything's okay. We're ready for this."

He closed his eyes, shutting the world out for a moment. Then he kissed her one more time and let go. "We caught our suspect at the home of a couple with a baby girl. The mother gave me this bag of stuff for when the baby arrives... did you decide on a name?"

"Jesus or Joshua. They mean the same thing."

"Let's go with Joshua, then. It sounds more Hebrew. You know..." Hotch paused by the door. "I was thinking maybe we could try going to synagogue together. What do you think?"

Beth smiled. "I think that's a great idea."

"Okay. We'll talk about it later. I love you," he repeated. It felt good, being able to say it again.

"I love you, too."

"Hotch, JJ said Beth is in labor," Reid exclaimed when Hotch got to the sheriff's office. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to eliminate the threat to the baby," Hotch grumbled. "Have we got anything new?"

"Morgan said the prisoner isn't talking," said Rossi. "All he would say is that we couldn't stop the king from being crowned."

"So, it sounds like we were right in thinking he was Thutmose, not Majesty."

"It seems like it," said Garcia. "Majesty was active in the chatroom just half an hour ago. He was logging in from yet another device. I've subpoenaed that ISP as well, but it's going to take a while. It is the middle of the night. The interesting thing is that this one was much closer; I think it may be in Bethlehem itself."

"Keep working on that subpoena. It's the best lead we have."

"Hey, um... Hotch, can I talk to you for a sec?" Reid asked, looking uncomfortable.

Hotch looked around the room, trying to detect whether anyone else knew what Reid wanted to talk about. The others seemed oblivious. "Sure... let's step outside."

In the hall, after waiting for a couple of police officers to walk past, Reid said, "On the way here, we took turns driving. Gideon and I both fell asleep at different times. When we were just getting into Bethlehem, Gideon woke up and told us he had a weird dream about an angel warning him not to go back to the chatroom and tell Majesty whether or not we found the baby he was looking for, and especially not to mention finding a baby in a livestock shelter."

Hotch felt a chill but did his best not to show his discomfort. It could be a strange coincidence. "Well... people do have strange dreams when their sleep patterns are disturbed. What's the significance of it to you?"

"I had the exact same dream earlier in the night, but I didn't say anything about it because I thought they would think it was silly."

So, maybe you can see how the part of the carol refers to the wise men finding the baby, but the chapter title is also a little bit for Hotch's random premonition about Martha having siblings. That won't come into this story, but if I do a sequel (Easter, maybe? lol) it will. Let me know what you thought of the chapter.