Emily looked to the beeping monitors with blurry eyes, her tears continuously falling down her cheeks as the minutes ticked by. Two other teammates had seated themselves down just beside her, refusing to leave the older man's side just as she.

Aaron Hotchner was in a coma.

A car came out of nowhere and rammed right into the passenger side of the car, causing Emily to fly from the vehicle and Hotch to become jammed between the door and gear shift.

The brunette agent cursed herself, and she would for years to come.

The one day she had wanted to drive, she was the one who ended up with the broken arm, not ending up in a coma after a surgery for a ruptured appendix.

It was her fault.

Emily felt herself sniffle as she leaned forward in her chair, her eyes staring at the frail looking man in the hospital bed.

"He's gonna be ok, Em."

The brunette quietly shook her head covering her mouth with her hand as her good elbow lazily rested on her sore knee. "You don't know that."

Rossi reached out, grabbing her hand and holding it firmly with his. "I do know that."

Emily took her hand away from his so she could hastily wipe away her tears. "What are we supposed to tell Jack, Dave? He's only two."

The Italian gave the smallest of nods. "His Aunt Jessica is bringing him to see him in the morning."

"Why would she do that? This is traumatizing even for us, what about for a toddler?"

Morgan ran a hand over his face. "I agree with Princess here, man. What is little Jack supposed to do when his dad doesn't talk to him or smile when he gets here?"

Dave shrugged. "Tell him that he'll be sleeping for a while."

Emily gave a shaky sigh. "I don't know if I could do that to him." She looked to her Unit Chief laying in his bed. "To both of them."

The older man let out a sigh. "I think it's time for me to bed kids. I'm gonna head home and be back in the morning."

Morgan immediately nodded. "Me too."

Emily gave an absent nod, her eyes never leaving her supervisor. "I'll be here."

Dave looked to the woman he thought of as a daughter and pressed a kiss to her temple. "You sure, cara?"

"I'm not leaving, Dave."

The brown haired man let out a small sigh before patting her gently on the shoulder. "I'll get the nurse to bring in a cot."

Emily immediately started to shake her head, her eyes finally leaving her boss. "No Dave, I'm f-"

"Cara."

The chocolate eyed woman hesitated before reluctantly giving in, hating the look of sorrow and pity in her pseudo father's eyes. "Ok, ok."

Dave nodded. "Goodnight bella."

Emily's lips began to quiver. It was her fault. If she hadn't asked to drive, this one time out of thousands that had passed, he would be safe and she'd be in that bed. She wanted to be in that bed; to trade places with the man who had saved her life so many times.

*AARONEMILY*

Hotch shook his head as he took the file out of the brunette's hand, setting it back down on the coffee table away from her outstretched hand. "No come on, it's time for bed."

The ivory woman let out a breath. "Aaron come on."

"Nope. Em, it's time for bed." He pressed a loving kiss to her temple. "It's after midnight, sweetheart."

Emily groaned before letting her husband help her up from the couch, slightly dragging her up the stairs to their bedroom. "Aaron you know I need to finish that for Strauss by Monday."

The older man nodded. "And today is only Friday. You have time to do it, but not during the night when you're supposed to be sleeping."

"But Aaron, I-"

Her husband held up a hand, quietly opening their son's door and peeking his head inside. "Look there at Jack. What's he doing?"

The brunette woman glared up at the chestnut eyed man. "Sleeping."

"And that means we do the same."

Emily sighed before slipping her shirt from her body and sliding into bed. "Better?"

Hotch smiled down to his wife as he laid beside her, pressing a sweet kiss to her waiting lips. "Better."

*AARONEMILY*

Morning felt as if it had come too quick, Emily barley having time to lay her head on the pillow she was provided before the nurse had ambled on in. The brunette agent quickly sat up on the cot and looked to the older woman, nodding towards her boss. "Everything ok? Is he getting better?"

The redheaded woman looked to the fragile agent, watching as tears immediately began to well in her eyes. "I'm sorry Agent Prentiss, but there is no change."

Emily let her lips roll in between her teeth. "Oh."

"But that means he is no worse from yesterday," she smiled. "Things could always get better."

The brunette woman gently nodded her head, giving a small 'thank you' to the nurse. She waited only a second, watching as the uniformed woman walked out of the room, before she let a tear roll down her pale cheek.

She needed her friend back.

Emily quickly wiped the tear away after she stood from her cot, taking her place back in the chair she had sat in the day before. A small smile crossed her features as she looked down to the older man in the bed, her good arm reaching out for her fingers to trail over his coarse hand. "Hi Hotch, it's Emily." Her teeth nibbled into her bottom lip. "There was a bad accident, and you might not be able to wake up for a while. But that doesn't mean never," she nodded. "Remember I was with you in the car, remember? I broke my arm and have a couple of stitches in my forehead. But that's nothing compared to what happened to you." She let out a shaky sigh, willing her tears away. "Jack is coming." The name of the little boy brought a real smile to her face. "Jessica is bringing him a little later to see you, to see how you are and everything." The brunette took his hand and brought it to her lips. "Get better ok?"

*AARONEMILY*

Emily cooed gently to the little blond boy in her arms, holding him tight to her side as she bounced him on her hip. "Come on Jack-Jack. If you won't eat something for daddy, will you do it for mommy?"

The brunette man watched his wife with admiration in his eyes. "I'm telling you, he likes you better than me."

The mother let out a small laugh as her son tried to grab at her nose. "That is such a lie."

"Look at what you're doing!"

Emily looked down to the little boy on her hip, smiling when he began to eat the banana piece she held between her fingers. "I guess you're right." She sat down beside her husband and pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek. "Haley is coming to pick him up later."

The older man gave a nod. "I know, I spoke with her last night."

"You know what that means though."

"I do," Hotch smiled.

Emily held a grin on her face. "We finally get our date night!"

The brown eyed man laughed at his beautiful wife's immediate joyful tone, loving the smile on her face. "How long have we waited?"

Emily glanced down to her stepson and smiled. "Seven long, beautiful months."

Hotch leaned forward, running his fingers down the length of his wife's smooth cheek before sharing a kiss with the younger woman. "I love you darling."

Emily let out one of the girliest giggles as she shook her head. "Not as much as I love you."

*AARONEMILY*

The brown eyed woman looked up from her magazine at the sound of a small moan, and her eyes immediately latching onto her boss.

Hotch let out another moan.

Emily quickly set down her magazine and sat straighter in her seat, grabbing a hold of her friend's hand after she had reached for the buzzer to signal for the nurse to come in. "Hotch? Hotch can you hear me?"

The older man's hand twitched in the hold of hers.

"Nurse!" Her smile couldn't have been wider as she looked down to her boss. "Come on Hotch, open your eyes for me."

The redheaded nurse came running through the door. "Agent?"

Emily turned to smile at the woman. "He's waking up." Her ebony hair fell before her doe eyes as she looked back down to the frail man in the bed, her hand squeezing his as the nurse ran out to find the doctor. "Come on Hotch you can do it."

Hotch's jaw twitched slightly, his fingers beginning to curl around his subordinate's.

The brunette pressed her lips softly against her friend's cheek. "Please Hotch."

The older man groaned gently as his eyes finally peeled open. "Emily?"

A sob flew past Emily's pink lips before she bent down and engulfed one of her best friend's in a hug. "Thank God you woke up! I would have killed you if you were unconscious for another day."

Hotch hugged the brunette back as best he could, sighing into her hair. "Emily."

The brunette smiled gently against the older man's cheek before backing away. "How do you feel?"

"Bad," he nodded honestly. "How long was I out?"

"Only a day. Do you remember what happened?"

Hotch hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes." He looked up to the beautiful brunette woman, taking in her makeup ridden face and puffed eyes, and he held her hand just a little tighter. "You look so stunning, Emily."

Emily's eyes widened slightly. "I do?"

"You do. I don't tell you that enough, do I?"

The younger woman bit her lip, hearing the nurse and doctor shuffle in behind her as confusion fluttered through her. "I need to let go of your hand for a minute, ok? I'll be right outside while they check you out."

Hotch slowly nodded, letting the brunette stand from her seat at his side. "I love you."

Emily let her fingers gently run over the back of his hand before leaving the room, her eyebrows knit. What was going on?