Looking frantically around her as the paramedics wheeled her into the hospital on the stretcher, Emily could only see blurred faces and shapes passing by, her hand holding tight to her head as sharp pains vibrated throughout it. "Hotch?"

"I'm right here," he assured, running alongside the stretcher to keep up with his subordinate. "They need to get you into an MRI, ok? You're going to be fine."

Emily hissed as a bright light came into view, and she slowly shook her head. "Where's Jane?"

"They've already taken her into surgery."

Blinking quickly to try and focus her gaze, Emily picked up her head and looked to her Unit Chief, her eyes pleading. "You need to go and check on her."

Hotch frowned, following the paramedics down the hall towards the elevators. "Emily she's in with doctors."

"Then please go check with them! They need to make sure she pulls through, ok?" The brunette woman sniffled as she was rushed into the elevator, her head popping up to look to the older man that now stood outside in the hall. "I promised her that she'd pull through and you need to tell me that she does. Please?"

The older man hesitated before nodding his head, never remember his agent ever looking as sad as she did in this moment. "I can go and see if they'll tell me anything."

Letting out a relieved sob, Emily nodded her head. "And make sure Derek looks at the apartment!"

"Already on it," he nodded, watching as the steel doors closed.

Feeling a pounding in her head as she sat up in the hospital bed she had been placed in only three hours after a series of tests, Emily sighed. Her left arm had been put into a sling because she had fractured her shoulder blade, and a nurse was to stand outside of her room until one of her team members came to bail her out of there.

A concussion was something she did not want to hear, and she was going to do her best to not let her supervisor know.

"Em?"

The brunette looked up at the sound of a familiar voice and smiled softly at the sight of the younger woman walking into her room. "Hey JJ. You here to pick me up?"

JJ chuckled, making her way over to the hospital bed that her friend lay in. "Not quite."

Hotch walked into the room with a file in his hands, his eyes quickly connecting with those of one of his best agents to see the wanting in those brown eyes. "You have a concussion," he stated matter-of-factly, his brow raising as if asking the younger woman to argue with him.

The agent in the hospital bed made a face, her hand holding the arm in the blue sling she had been put in. "Doesn't hurt?"

"You need a re-teach on lying," the blond in the room sighed.

Hotch held up his hand that held the file to make Emily close the mouth that had just opened, knowing exactly what her question was going to be. "She's still in surgery."

Emily felt her heart drop, aching for the Italian woman she had been getting to know. "Still?"

"She lost half a pint of blood at the apartment and even more on the way to the hospital, so they're in the middle of a blood transfusion as we speak." Taking a small step forward, the Unit Chief opened up the file in his hand. "In other news, we have Morgan go back to the apartment with Reid. They weren't allowed in because it's now considered condemned, but there was a note taped to the entrance door."

Taking the piece of paper from her boss, Emily felt the hairs on the back of her neck begin to creep up.

I think you'll be my next.