A/N: Sorry for the delay! It's my first full week back at college, so things have been crazy. Plus I decided to make my other story into a series, and once I'd written the second chapter for that, I couldn't stop. I haven't really been in the head space for this story this last week, plus I have a general idea where this story is going from the next chapter onwards, and I struggled to write this one. Therefore this is shorter than usual, and more of a filler-chapter. I'll have a longer one up as soon as I can!

Hope it's up to scratch!

One week. It had been one whole week… and nothing. Not a finger twitch; not an eyelid flicker, not a murmur, not a moan. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. And the team were sick of it. The head of the FBI, and even section chief Strauss had signed the team out of active duty until at least the fate of Emily had been determined; fully aware that the team wouldn't be up to their usual standard with one of their family in limbo.

They were keeping constant vigil at the hospital; with Emily having been moved from intensive care to the general wing of the hospital, and following Hotch pulling some strings and getting them both into private rooms, and out of the wards, they only had to go between a couple of rooms to see both the women.

Penelope was splitting time between sitting by Emily's bedside, comforting Andrea by Taylor's, and just generally being the ray of sunshine holding everyone together… when she wasn't crying herself that is. Derek wouldn't leave Emily's hospital room, wouldn't let her out of his sight. The nurses had gotten so used to him being there that they just left a blanket on the couch in her room for him every night, and winked at him as they snuck it away again in the morning. Hotch checked in everyday, when he wasn't dealing with the mountains of paperwork that apparently had to be dealt with when an agent on your team gets dragged into a case. Rossi came every afternoon and just sat holding Emily's hand; promising many nights with good wine if she'd just wake up. Reid was there bright and early every morning to read the paper to Emily that she liked, and then stayed there until any other team member came along, reading different books to her. JJ had been crying constantly, needing her best friend to wake up. Needing the last memory she has of her not to be her on a concrete floor, blood running through JJ's hands.

Today she was deploying the big guns. She was bringing Henry to see his favourite auntie.

'Hey Reid, Derek' she smiled at them as she walked in, holding Henry's hand tight to prevent him from diving on Emily. She crouched down to his height. 'Okay buddy, remember what I said?'

'Aunt Emmy's hurt so be careful.' He said with determination.

'That's it. Okay, here' she lifted him into her arms, walked the couple paces to Emily's bed and deposited her son by her side.

Emily still looked so small on that bed. Some of the more harsh cuts and bruises were slightly faded, and slightly healed; but you could still tell she was broken. She let out a sigh as she sank down into the chair next to Derek, Reid having slunk out of the room to get them all coffee. She watched her son tentatively edge his way closer to Emily, almost lying next to her as he began to softly speak into her ear.

'Hi Emmy. It's Henry… Mommy told me that a bad man hurt you, and that you're sleeping till you feel better.'

JJ could feel herself welling up already at his words, and saw Morgan shift in his seat next to her, bringing his hand up to his face. She couldn't believe how grown up he sounded when he was talking determinedly to his 'Emmy'.

'Do you remember when I spent the weekend with you when Mommy and Daddy went away?' JJ looked up from her friends face back to her son's, her eyebrows shooting up at whatever memory he was referring to, as she leant forward slightly to hear whatever he had to say.

'And we spent the whole Saturday playing and drawing and eating ice cream' he lowered his voice to a whisper, although in the silent room JJ and Derek could still hear him. 'And you made me promise not to tell mommy how much I'd eaten…that it was our secret?' JJ smiled at the antics of her son and best friend.

'But on the Sunday I woke up sick with the flu and you spent the whole day reading to me and watching cartoons. And I had Stitch with me, and you tucked us up in bed and told me that Stitch would protect me in the night, and make me feel better in the day.'

JJ automatically knew which toy her son was referring to. 'Lilo and Stitch' was their film. Many a night JJ had picked up her son only to be told he'd forced Em to watch it again; not that she really minded – even though she tried to pretend to JJ she did, the happy spark in her eyes told otherwise. On his last birthday, Emily had bought her son a pile of books – that JJ knew they were slowly but steadily working through, as Henry refused to read those particular ones with anyone but his Emmy – and Stitch. Henry's Stitch teddy was the only other toy that had pride-of-place in bed with him at night other than Brian, Henry's teddy bear he'd had since he was a toddler. JJ watched as her son pulled the backpack he'd insisted on bringing off his back, and unzipped it. Out he pulled Stitch, and a book she couldn't see the name of from where she was sat. She and Derek exchanged a look at the sweetness of her son, before turning back towards them.

'Well' Henry pulled back the covers slightly from Emily's body 'now he will protect you from any more bad men, and he will make you feel better.' He lifted Emily's right arm up, and slotted Stitch against her side, folding her arm around to hold it close to her side. Satisfied Stitch was in a position to look after his aunt Emmy; Henry pulled the book up, as if to show Emily.

'I brought your favourite book Emmy; remember when you said that there might be other Aunt Em's but you'll always be mine? Well Mommy keeps crying so I know that you are really hurt… I need you Emmy. Wake up soon please'

And with that Henry opened the book, and began to slowly read to her the best he could.

'Do..ro..thy lived in the mid…st of the great Kansas pra…r..ies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife…'

A/N: DISCLAIMER - I DON'T IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ.

I know this was short, and hardly anything happened, but like I said, it was just meant to be a filler of sorts, until I can get a longer one up with more happening. I hope you liked it anyways; I wanted to explore Henry's relationship with his Auntie like I wanted to explore JJ's with Emily in the last chapter. Reviews, as always, are welcome!

(I hope to have the longer one up at the latest on Sunday)