Lieutenant Draper watched with the Harts as Detective Warren led Robin out to the police car. Draper held the butcher knife, which was now wrapped in a plastic bag. Robin walked calmly with Warren and didn't fight as he guided her head into the car. The door slammed shut behind her.
Jennifer turned and headed for the living room; Lieutenant Draper turned to Jonathan and sighed.
"Alright Jonathan, we'll take it from here." He glanced over at Jennifer as she walked over to the back window. He lowered his voice and nodded towards her. "Will she be alright?"
Jonathan glanced back as well. "Yeah, she'll be fine," he answered.
"OK. I'll talk to you later," Lieutenant Draper said and shook Jonathan's hand, before closing the front door as he left.
Jonathan turned around and watched as Freeway ran into the room and over to Jennifer, who picked him up.
Slowly, Jonathan began to make his way over to his wife, hearing Freeway whine as she held him.
"Darling?" Jonathan said when he reached her.
Jennifer stared out the window at the windy night, watching the green leaves of the rose bush hit the glass panes.
"Is she gone?" she asked, her gaze not leaving the bush.
"Yes, she is," Jonathan answered.
She nodded and Freeway whined again. She put him down on the window seat, but kept stroking him. Jonathan watched her and waited.
"Do you know when Max will be back?" Jennifer asked, still not breaking her staring competition with the rose bush. Her voice was a little higher than usual.
Jonathan shook his head. "No, I don't."
"I suppose his Scandinavian cooking class won't be over for a little while," she said.
"No, I don't think it will."
She nodded and turned to face Jonathan but didn't meet his eyes. There was a pause.
"Well, I think I'll just go upstairs and have a shower," she said and began to move past him, but he caught her hand.
"Jennifer…"
She stopped but didn't turn to him; he moved closer and gently rotated her around again. She still didn't look at him.
"Hey," he said softly, and placed a finger under her chin, lifting it so that she had to meet his eyes. Her eye makeup was streaked across her cheeks from her meeting with Robin. Her brown eyes filled with tears again. "Jonathan…" she began, but couldn't finish.
He pulled her against his chest as she cried.
"I was so…so scared," she managed to say.
"I know you were," he said, and gently rocked her as she cried. He gave a sigh.
"The last thing I wanted to do was leave you there, but I was worried about the knife and I couldn't think of any other way to get her to put it down. Lieutenant Draper would've only made it more dangerous by forcing her, and I didn't want to put anyone else in danger. But…" He paused as he listened to his wife cry. "I'm so sorry, darling."
She sniffed and pulled away to look at him. "For what?"
"I should never have left you here alone in the first place. I realise now you would've been safer with the Lieutenant. And it's all because of my mistake that you got hurt."
"Darling, it wasn't your fault. And we should be very thankful I didn't get hurt," she answered.
Jonathan still looked concerned.
"But there's something else," she guessed.
"I just…I really feel so guilty about leaving you to go and dance with Robin…" he said.
Jennifer shook her head and gave a watery smile. She reached up to gently brush through his soft hair with her fingers.
"I know you. I know how kind you are. You were just giving her something that she wanted all along. And anyway," she said, straightening his collar unnecessarily, "I knew I was getting the better end of the deal."
"What's that?" he asked.
"I get you," she said, her voice breaking as a few more tears escaped.
"For ever and ever," he said and kissed her, finally holding her close.

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