Penelope climbs onto the elevator with Emily as the doors swish closed. Emily wears a classic black blazer, black slacks ensemble with a powder blue shirt peaking out. Penelope wears a burnt orange sweater with a dress underneath with a bold geometric pattern. It has been months since Emily was held captive, and she's managed to settle back into the swing of things. They've managed to get out of the office just in time to prepare for the following day's festivities.

"What are you bringing to Rossi's for Thanksgiving?"

"I volunteered to bring a dessert," Emily admits.

"Em, are you okay?" Penelope queries, as she studies her through her orange rimmed glasses.

"What do you mean?"

"You just look pale."

Emily rolls her eyes, "Penelope, when was the last time the sun was out?"

"That is fair. I heard that we're supposed to get freezing rain tonight."

"Why is this elevator taking so long?" Her heart races.

Before Penelope can respond the doors lurch open, and they exit on the ground floor. The pair of them banter back, and forth until Emily reaches her car in the parking garage. Her bag is tucked in the crook of her arm as she digs for her keys. Penelope hovers.

"Garcia, you do not have to wait on my account."

"I just want to make sure that you didn't leave your keys upstairs."

Emily waves the keys in the air. Garcia begins to step away. She hits the clicker, and she pulls the door open. Penelope listens as she slowly departs. She doesn't hear the door close after a five second beat. A thud garners her attention. She looks over her shoulder. At this point she's just a couple steps past the driver's side of hood. The door hangs open, but she can't see Emily.

"Em?" She calls out. There is no response. Penelope swiftly moves towards the driver's side of the car. She finds Prentiss lying on the ground unconscious. After a brief assessment she realizes that Emily doesn't appear to be injured, just unconscious.

"Emily?" She says in a relatively loud tone. Still no response. She kneels next to her. One hand dials emergency services while the other pats her cheek. As her fingers brush against her cheek she realizes how warm her skin is. Her hand floats to her forehead. It's burning hot.

She takes two knuckles, and presses them against the visible skin above the hem of Emily's jacket. She rakes her fingers back, and forth, but elicits no response. She simultaneously offers details to the voice on the other end of the line. The seconds seem to drag on. An ambulance arrives within two minutes.

Luke is the closest to the hospital, and he is the first to arrive. He finds Penelope in the waiting room.

"What's going on?"

Penelope shakes her head, "I don't know. They won't tell me anything. I told them over, and over again that I am her healthcare power of attorney. They just keep saying that they don't have any news yet," she answers frantically.

"What happened?"

"We walked into the garage. She got to her car, and I started to walk away. Then the door didn't close, and she was just lying there on the ground."

"Was she injured?"

"Not visibly, anyway. They cut her clothes off in the ambulance."

"She just passed out, out of the blue?"

"I thought she looked pale in the elevator," Penelope recounts.

"It is November," he points out.

"When I tried to get her to come to, she was burning up. The EMT's thermometer read one hundred and five."

"Did she come to in the ambulance?"

"She was in, and out."

"What about her other vital signs?"

"They didn't like what they were seeing. Her pulse was elevated. Blood pressure was low. Respirations were labored. When we got here, they wheeled her back, and they made me wait out here."

"That doesn't make any sense. Do you think that she's sick?"

"I don't know," she answers as tears roll down her face.

"Okay. We will just sit here, and wait."

"I'm not any good at that. This is Emily. Someone should be in there with her. If she wakes up disoriented in that bed she is going to panic. They will have to sedate her. Then when she comes to again she will be more disoriented, and the panic will be worse."

He nods in agreement, "Come on."

After ten minutes arguing with a charge nurse a supervisor arrives, and Luke convinces them to allow Garcia in the room. The supervisor leads Penelope into one of the rooms.

"In order to ensure that we are not traumatizing our patient, Miss Garcia will be in the room, within the patient's line of sight. Is that clear?"

An attending physician who wears a surgical cap to cover up his receding hairline chimes in, "Susan, this is my trauma, and if you think you're going to march down here and…"

She waves her hand, "Bill, you this is above your paygrade. I have already spoken with Dr. Heinz. He is the administrator on call. You will play nicely. Are we clear?"

He nods, "I don't agree, but I understand."

Susan shoots him a look, "Since you are still in the process of collecting information to determine what is going on with this patient, why don't you use Miss Garcia as a resource to help point you in the right direction?"

"Has she been out of the country recently?" He begins.

"No, but her role does require a lot of travel across state lines," Penelope explains.

"Does that require commercial travel?"

"No," Penelope explains, "and she only travels with the people in our unit."

"To your knowledge has she been around anyone sick?"

"No."

"We are hoping that the fluids begin cooling her body temperature. Once we are able to get her stabilized, then we will admit her to the ICU. Has she had any recent trauma?"

"A few months ago, she was involved in a raid, and she was knocked unconscious during an explosion."

He notes the scar on her forehead. "Did she have x-rays of her head?"

"Not to my knowledge. She was triaged in the field by EMT's. They did basic first aid, as far as I know. Why are you asking?"

"The labs will be coming back any minute. Based on her symptoms I suspect that she is septic. We will grab a portable x-ray of her head just to ensure that there isn't a piece of shrapnel left in there." He motions towards the scar on her head.

Penelope nods in understanding. She scoots to the side as they throw a lead apron on Emily, and use the portable x-ray to capture images of her head.