"Daddy, do you have to go?" Kylie asked, using her best puppy dog look.

Morgan got down on one knee and pulled his daughter close, kissing her nose. "You know I do, sweetheart, but I promise I'll be home before you even know I'm gone – you'll be having too much fun with Mommy to miss me."

"Promise?" the young girl said seriously.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," he pledged.

"Don't say that," Emily scolded gently, scooping their daughter into her arms. "You don't need to wish for any harm to befall you...since bad luck seems to follow you like a baby duck."

"Hey," he said, pouting playfully, "I haven't tackled anything bigger than a car in five years."

"I know, I know," she sighed, "Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I always am." He pulled her in for a hug, squishing Kylie between them. "I really have to go or I'll miss the jet."

"Bye, Daddy," Kylie said, leaning away from Emily to wrap her little arms around her father's neck, "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, princess," he kissed her cheek, "Take good care of your mom for me." He set the girl on the ground and she raced over to the picture window where she would wave goodbye and watch him drive out of sight.

Emily then pulled him in for a kiss, a part of her still wishing he didn't have to leave. "I love you," she murmured against his lips.

"I love you," he echoed, "I'll miss you."

"Be safe," she repeated.

"Don't worry, I will," he promised again as he headed out the door, waving as he reached the driveway.

Emily was silent until his SUV turned the corner at the end of the block and became hidden from view. "Alright, Kylie," she said, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, "Go get dressed and we'll go to the park." Something told her that if she were at home she'd just wait and worry...

...

Emily sat by her daughter's bed, watching the little girl sleep peacefully. If she were honest with herself, she wished she could have some of her daughter's peace. She had spent the entire day worrying about her husband's safety and went to bed with a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

She tried to convince herself that it was all part of her imagination, that nothing bad would happen to Morgan because he had promised her and Kylie that he would come home safely. But sleep seemed to have eluded her and she'd given up on falling asleep hours ago. Sitting by her daughter's bed, being in her presence made her feel a little better.

A small, child-like voice caught her attention. She looked down and found that her daughter was awake. "Why are you not sleeping, Mommy?" she asked blearily. "It's past bedtime."

"Mommy just wanted to see you," Emily replied tenderly, running her fingers through her daughter's dark locks. Emily smiled as she studied little Kylie's features. The little girl had grown so much since she was baby and the older she became, the more she looked like a miniature Emily, but with Morgan's ears and bright smile.

"Did you have a bad dream, Mommy?" Kylie asked, shifting on her bed to make space for her mother, "You can come sleep with me."

Just as she was about to assure her daughter that everything was okay, the phone rang. Maybe she was jaded – it could just be a wrong number or a prank call – but Emily knew a phone call at three-fifteen in the morning was never a good sign. She prayed with all her heart that it wasn't from anyone on the team.

"Hello?"

"Emily," the caller on the other end began gently, almost regretfully, "It's JJ. It's about Morgan..."

Emily's stomach twisted into knots and her breath caught in her chest when she heard JJ's voice. "Is Derek okay? What happened?"

"He's been in an accident," JJ informed, "The doctors are with him now; the paramedics say there aren't any bone fractures or anything like that, but we haven't been able to speak with his doctor. Do you want to come down here?"

"I'll be there in the morning."

"I'll get Garcia to reserve tickets for you and Kylie."

Emily ran a trembling hand through her hair and bit her lip to hold back her tears as she collapsed on the couch. "Mommy, was that Daddy?" Kylie climbed onto the couch with the worn out stuffed bunny Morgan had bought for her when she was born. That bunny had been with her ever since and the little girl never went anywhere without it.

She gathered the little girl into her arms, hoping to find some comfort. "Mommy, are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Honey, can you get changed?" Emily asked gently. "We're gonna see Daddy now..."

The little girl's eyes lit up and she grinned brightly. "Yay!" she cheered, "We're going to see Daddy, bunny! I can change on my own, Mommy. Daddy says I'm a big girl now, I can change on my own."

Emily sighed and buried her face in her hands when Kylie skipped back to her room happily and shut the door. She couldn't stop thinking about her husband. She didn't know what she would do if something happened to him, but she knew she didn't have time to break down. She had to get to the airport and get on a plane so she could be with her husband.