Emily hadn't been out to collect weapons or doing any work with Doyle that could potentially become dangerous since he had found out about her pregnancy. She was now around 4 months along and I had just been her and the maid in all day as Ian was out working. After taking a nap she woke up hungry to get some dinner on, knowing Ian would be home at 7 and would be hungry. Just as she walked into the kitchen she heard her phone go off.

"Hello?" She answered warily, seeing it was an unknown number.

"Hello madam, is this Emily Prentiss?" A male voice answered.

"Yes. Yes it is." She answered, growing slightly worried.

"Miss Prentiss, I'm sorry to say this but Ian doyle's been in a car accident."

Emily almost fainted there and then, the worst case scenario's running through her head.

"Is he... Is he ok?" She asked.

"well they're just taking him into surgery now, the doctors are hoping for an eventual full recovery."

Emily was silent for a moment "Can I see him?" She asked.

"yes, once he's out of surgery you'll be able to see him. He's at St Mary's hospital.

"Ok. Thank you." She responded, trying not to break down over the phone.

Pressing the end call button, she decided she'd skip dinner, she wasn't hungry anymore. Getting into the car she drove as fast as she could, breaking the speed limits at points to get to st Mary's hospital as fast as she could. She knew it was silly, seeing as he wouldn't be out of surgery for an hour at least, and that was suggesting that it would be a relatively minor procedure which knowing her luck it wouldn't. She just wanted to be there with him, there for him. She didn't know what she'd do if she had to live a life without Ian now.

On arrival at the hospital she was directed to the friends and family waiting room. She was the only one there which seemed unusual. After sitting down and pacing round for what seemed like an eternity, finally the doctor came in. "Miss Prentiss" he called.

"Yes" she jumped up, hoping it was something good.

"Ian's out of surgery, he'll have a bit of pain in his head and abdomen for a few weeks and he may suffer with some short term amnesia but he is expected to make a full recovery."

Emily breathed a sigh of relief. "Can I see him?" She asked.

"Yes" he responded, showing her to his room. "He should wake up within the next couple of hours but he'll be groggy." The doctor informed.

"Thank you" Emily responded, sitting in the chair beside Ian's bed, reaching out to hold his hand.

Seeing his eyes start to flicker she smiled. "Ian." She said softly.

"Emily" he responded groggily.

"I'm here." She responded pausing for a moment. "I was scared."

"oh dear Em." He responded, gently squeezing her hand. "I'm ok." He reassured her.

sitting in silence for a while, Emily winced after feeling a strange fluttering in her belly. "Everything alright?" He asked her.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." She responded, thinking for a second about what she just felt. "I think baby kicked"

A smile came over Ian's face. "Really?" He asked. "Can I feel?"

"Sure" Emily responded, sitting onto the hospital bed and lifting Ian's arm, placing his hand on her belly.

"I don't feel anything." He said slightly disappointed.

"Wait, it'll kick again soon." She responded, looking into his eyes, smiling. She was glad this moment could be spent with him. With Ian Doyle. Her one true love.

That was when baby kicked once more; a look of awe came over Ian's face. "I can't believe that's our baby in there."

"Neither can I sometimes. But is is."

The couple chatted for a bit, Emily laying down next to him in the hospital bed when she started feeling tired. When Ian had fallen asleep she just layer there, listening to his breathing before drifting off to sleep herself.