"Leave me alone!"

"Hey! I didn't say we were done here!"

"No, I did!"

"Who the hell says you get to decide?"

"I do! Did I not make that clear enough for you?"

The blond growled towards her partner before lunging, pushing the older woman's body back against the living room wall. Her eyes hardened when a groan came from the other woman before slapping her firm across the face. "Shut. Up."

The brunette woman felt her back ache from the impact, and her dark eyes looked to the younger woman in front of her. She ignored the sting of her cheek before stomping forward, stepping just in front of her wife. "Quiet down or you'll wake the boys."

"Oh, so now you care about the children!"

"I've always cared about the children! You're the one who goes out for God knows how long every other night!"

The blond woman rolled her eyes, her arms crossing over her chest. "Oh please."

"Don't you try and deny it, Jennifer. And don't think for a second that I don't know about your little get together with your ex."

Jennifer's eyes widened at the statement. "Excuse me?"

The brunette woman let out a laugh. "That's right! I had Hotch drive me over to the bar that night and there you were, hooking up with Detective Crawfish! You cheated, and wth a man no less!"

"That is a load of crap, Emily."

The brown eyed woman's mouth dropped open. "Are you fucking kidding me? You were practically sucking his tongue out of his mouth!"

Jennifer shook her head. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, actually I do." Emily sighed as she ran a hand down her face. "Please, I don't want to argue anymore tonight. Just sign the papers."

"No. I won't."

Emily gave a roll of the eyes, frustration once again rising within her. "Why not?"

The blond shrugged her shoulders, moving back into the middle of the living room and standing beside the couch. "I don't feel like it."

The older woman tightened the muscles of her jaw, her fists clenching at her sides. "You don't feel like it? JJ, I want a divorce. This isn't something that you can just put off until you're ready."

Jennifer ground her teeth before shaking her head. "This is bullshit."

"This is bullshit? Our entire marriage has been bullshit! All I get from you are lies and excuses and I'm sick of it, Jennifer!" Emily felt her eyes welling with tears, the ache of her back and cheek becoming more manageable. "I just want my life back."

"Mommy?"

Both women looked up to the sound of a small voice, their eyes hitting the small boy up at the top of the staircase. Emily quickly made her way over to the stairs, gesturing for the child to move down. "Come down here, sweetie."

Conner gave a tiny nod of the head, holding his blanket close to his chest as he made his way down the steps. He held his thumb in his mouth and let his mother pick him up from the ground, and he rested his head on her shoulder. "Yous yelling, mommy."

Emily nodded against her child's dark hair, pressing a kiss to his tempe before helping his tiny legs wrap around her midsection. "I know darling, I'm sorry. Momma and I didn't mean to wake you up." Her eyes angrily shot over to the blond in the living room, her hand rubbing up and down her son's back. "Right?"

Jennifer slowly nodded her head, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Right."

The older woman sighed gently as she rocked the two year old on her hip. "Why don't I put you back to bed, ok? Mommy's gonna come and tuck you back in to your crib, ok?"

Conner nodded against his mother's neck, his small eyebrows furrowing when he saw a red palm print on the brunette woman's cheek. "Wha' is tat, mommy?"

Emily's body froze. "What's what?"

"Is red!"

Emily bit her lip, nodding her head gently. "Yeah. Its a little red, but I'm ok."

Conner shook his head, his slightly drooled on hand touching his mother's cheek. "It momma."

The brunette brought her own hand up to brush over the red mark, feeling the impression of her wife's ring pressed into her skin. "Me and Momma were just talking baby, ok? Its nothing."

Jennifer felt her heart break as her brunette son pressed his body into the other woman's chest, his eyes never looking up from her shoulder. Her own son was scared of her. "Conn, do you want momma to come up and help put you back to sleep?"

Conner hurriedly shook his head, pressing his tiny body tighter against his mother's. "No. Mommy."

The blond woman fought the urge to sob right then and there as she quietly nodded her head. "Ok, baby. You go up with mommy."

Emily set her son down on the ground, giving a small pat to his butt as she watched him clutch his baby blanket to his chest. "You get up there, ok? I'm gonna be up in a minute."

Conner's big hazel eyes widened. "No mommy!"

The brunette woman sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, shaking her head. "I promise you that I'm ok, alright? Now get on upstairs."

The married couple watched as the small boy did his best to woddle fast up the stairs.

Emily wiped away her tears, spinning gently on her heels and pointing a finger over to the blond. "You sign those papers. I am not going to sit here and watch my boys get hurt any longer."

Jennifer gave a shake of the head. "They're my sons too."

"Then act like it. Do us all a favor and leave."

The younger woman watched as her wife made her way up the stairs of their home. She brought her hand up to her mouth, covering the sobs that passed by her lips. Her blue eyes glared down to the coffee table before she took her hand and swiped the court issued papers onto the floor. "Fuck no."