Morgan's POV

We inched down the hallway quietly. We knew that we had to be quiet in order to prevent Magee from lashing out at Kiley. I heard nothing but our ragged breathing as we made our way to the final door on this floor. I glanced back at Hotch and Reid and they both nodded before I opened the door. An nursery was in front of us and the room completely empty. DAMNIT! Where were they!

"Found a basement door," Rossi said in our ears. He was clearing the downstairs and we quietly made our way downstairs and to his side. Hotch and I took our usual positions in the front of the group and we slowly opened the door. A dark and long staircase laid before us and we feared that we would be seen or heard before we could stop Magee, but we had no other choice. We took the steps one at a time, exasperatingly slow. Once we reached the bottom, we could hear Kiley groaned in pain. I looked back at Reid to make sure he wasn't going to just run off in the direction of her sounds. His eyes were wide with anger, but he somehow stayed put. It took all my strength not to run off too.

We continued in our methodical grouping into the basement. The doctor had done a lot of work to finish it off. It honestly looked like a basement apartment. We made our way to the first door and I looked back at the group before opening it, knowing that Kiley was on the other side. I burst in the door with Hotch and Reid behind me and we saw Kiley handcuffed at her wrists and ankles to a hospital bed with medical equipment all around her. She was drenched in sweat and somewhat dirty. She had a brief look of relief on her face before it scrunched up in pain.

"He's in the closet!" She groaned out and I was tackled from behind. I wrestled with Magee, attempting to disarm him when Reid shot him in the head. Magee fell limply to my side and I checked his pulse as Reid and Hotch ran to Kiley's side.

"He's already giving her pitocin," Hotch said grimly.

"We need the paramedic now!" Reid yelled and a SWAT officer radioed to the paramedics waiting outside the house. Reid unhooked the pitocin from Kiley's IV right when the paremedic walked in. He immediately hooked a bag with another fluid to her IV and started taking her vitals. He informed Reid that it was Terbutaline.

"How often have your contractions been roughly?" He asked her, taking her blood pressure.

"Probably every 10 minutes, sometimes every 5. They've been so erratic." She said hastily.

"We need to get you to the hospital," the paramedic stated and they were about to move her when they noticed the handcuffs. I searched Magee's pocket and tossed the keys to Reid, who then uncuffed her. I hope we can stop her labor before it's too late.

Reid's POV

I knew the statistics, and they were what scared me the most. There was a 50% chance that our son would survive if born today. The Terbutaline was helping, but Kiley's labor had not stopped completely. It has been about 4 hours since she arrived at the hospital and she is sleeping. They gave her some mild pain meds to help her sleep since she needs to relax to help the medicine have a greater effect. The doctor has also given her a steroid shot in case he is born. That will help his lungs.

"How is she?" Morgan asked as he walked into the dimly light hospital room.

"Resting, but her labor hasn't completely stopped," I said and rested my head in my hands, staring at the floor.

"She's making progress though. Progress is good. It's a start," he said, attempting to calm my nerves. "We wouldn't have found her in time if you didn't figure out his plan."

"I should have figured it out sooner."

"Don't beat yourself up kid. Kiley needs you to be strong for her right now."

"I don't think she really wants me around that much anymore," I said back to him. She has been so distant lately. All I wanted was to make her mine forever and she didn't want that.

"Why would you say that?"

"I have proposed to her three times now and she's turned me down each time. That's why we haven't been talking much these past few months."

"Wow, I had no idea. What has her reason been for saying no?"

"Well, the one she gives every time is that she doesn't want to rush things and 'regret' decisions later."

"Well that does seem reasonable. You guys haven't been dating that long," Morgan stated, taking Kiley's side.

"I don't know. I'm so sure about my feelings for her, makes me wonder if she is unsure about me." It was the first time I had admitted the depth of the pain I felt every time she said no.

"How did you propose?" Morgan sat down in a chair near the foot of her bed.

"I just said we should get married because it's the right thing to do." Where is he going with this?

"Seriously?" He asked me with a look of disbelief on his face. "Well no wonder she said no man. A woman dreams about being proposed to her whole life. It's got to be romantic."

I sat back and thought about his statement for a moment. It would make sense. If I couldn't express my feelings for her in the proposal, then maybe she thought I only wanted to marry her because she was pregnant. I was about to ask Morgan for advice when Kiley stirred and woke up.

Kiley's POV

"Hey guys, what time is it?" I stretched slowly in my bed. I felt like shit. I really wanted to know what was going to happen to my baby.

"About 10 pm," Spence said and took my hand. "You feel okay?"

"Not really, I am starving." I replied. Because my labor had not stopped I was not permitted to eat or drink anything. "When is the doctor coming back?"

"I can go get a nurse and find out," Spence stood up and kissed my lips softly before leaving the room.

"Were you listening?" Morgan asked me boldly. God, how did he know?

"Yes," I said softly and took a deep breath.

"Am I right?" He asked me as he switched to sit in Spencer's chair.

"I mean, I am worried about rushing into it, but that might not matter much if he was a little more romantic with it. I just can't believe he feels like I'm saying no because I am unsure about us. I mean hell, I turned you down because I knew I only wanted him," I said with a light laugh.

"Have you told him about that?" Morgan asked me quietly.

"No, I haven't. I didn't tell anyone except Garcia," I replied and Spencer walked back in with a nurse who looked over my monitors. She frowned. "What?" I asked.

"Your contractions have picked back up again. You must still be feeling your pain medication because they are pretty consistent. I'm going to call Dr. Katz so we can figure out where to go from here." She said, patting my arm before she left. Just then I felt a gush and my legs and bottom felt damp.

"NURSE!" Spencer called and I began to panic. My water broke.