A/N: I couldn't get this out of my head so here goes nothing! This is my first fanfic in years. I hope you like it!

As Henry's voiced raised and he said "I don't know what it will look like when you come back", Elizabeth froze. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he walked out of the kitchen.

A million thoughts were swirling through Elizabeth's head as she stands in the kitchen. The sound of their front door slamming breaks Elizabeth out of her thoughts long enough to realize that she has been standing in the same spot for the past ten minutes. Elizabeth slowly moves to a chair at the kitchen table as she thinks more about what Henry said to her.

What does he mean? Is he talking about the kids? I know they are still young but it's only for a year. We can make it work. I need to do this, I can do this.

Elizabeth stands up and starts pacing the kitchen, getting angrier as she realizes that Henry is trying to make her choose between her career and her family.

Why can't I have both? Why do I have to choose? This was my proposal! This was me!

A realization suddenly stops Elizabeth in her tracks.

He's not just talking about the kids, he is saying that he doesn't know what we will look like if I go.

Us.

Our marriage.

Elizabeth holds back a sob as she realizes for the first time that going to Baghdad could end her marriage. This thought had never crossed her mind because she thought they were indestructible. She thought that they could get through anything.

Knowing that Henry was gone, Elizabeth looked at the pictures lining the walls as she walked into the living room. There were baby photos of each child, vacation photos, posed family photos, but the one she stopped to look at was a picture from their wedding day. It wasn't a big affair but it was her favorite picture of the two of them. Elizabeth was looking up at Henry, both of them with large smiles on their faces, and Henry held her as close to his body as she could get. That picture meant everything to her because it was the day that they committed to spend the rest of their lives together. It was the day that Elizabeth knew that she would always have a family because Henry became her family. She took the framed picture off the wall and brought it with her to the couch.

Lying down on the couch, she ran her fingers over the picture. Tears fell down Elizabeth's face because she was both angry and incredibly confused. She didn't know what do to in this situation. Elizabeth was silently thankful that the kids were not home and she didn't have to pretend that everything was okay.

Because it wasn't.

Nothing was okay anymore.

The CIA was everything to her but her family, her marriage, was her lifeline. Elizabeth felt like she was no where near finished as an analyst. She had written the report on torture and now they were giving her the opportunity to actually change things. To really make a difference. Elizabeth didn't know how she could leave The Company at this point.

She holds the photo to her chest as the tears fall harder. Elizabeth couldn't believe that Henry really said those words to her, that he could leave her if she went to Baghdad for a year. Henry was her family and her lifeline. She thought that they would be forever. Times infinity, right? She didn't want to imagine her life without Henry.

She knows deep down that she could never give up on her marriage, that she would quit before anything happened between her and Henry. That's what they always said to each other, anyway. Now it was actually happening. Her career was coming between the two of them.

Elizabeth eventually cried herself to sleep, still tightly holding the photo from their wedding day.