Looking up from the message from her mother on her cell phone that had apologized for having to leave them earlier than she thought, Emily saw her ex trudge back into the room. "Hey," she said distractedly, her fingers going to work on reply to her daughter's grandmother. "How'd everything go with your team?"

Jane almost growled as she sat herself back down, slouching back into the plastic as if she were on her couch at home. "Every damn hotel in this city is booked. Why do you live here? It sucks."

The brunette fought a smile as she continued her text message.

Letting out a sigh, Jane glanced over to the older woman and saw her completely focused on the phone in her hand. "Who are you texting? Girlfriend?"

Emily grinned as she pressed the send button. She turned in her seat and showed the screen to her ex-wife. "Mother," she smirked, watching as Jane's face contorted into an even deeper frown. "Surprised?"

"Not really," the Italian breathed, looking to the little girl lying in the hospital bed.

"Well do your friends have rooms for the night?"

Jane slowly nodded her head. "Yup. They got rooms at the Omni Shoreham Hotel in the city, and when I called to see if there were any others available, the concierge laughed at me."

Emily's brow furrowed. "How did they get rooms if there aren't any left? When did they call?"

"Before they all got on the plane to come here."

Nodding her head to the statement, Emily's teeth dug into the flesh of her bottom lip. "There's always my house."

Jane's eyes widened, her head shaking as she tried to sit up straighter in her chair. "Emily, I can't do that. I'm not ready to do that."

"Do what?" The agent's dark eyes looked questioningly toward the younger woman. "I have two guest rooms, and one is even on the floor below my bedroom. It's not as if I'm asking you to come into my bed." When Jane continued to shake her head, Emily sighed. "Fine," she shrugged, sitting back in her seat. "Why don't you just stay in one of your teammates' room?"

"Because," she spit out, "Maura had a weird bedtime ritual that, last time, actually made me sick, and Frankie doesn't want to share with me because I snore and talk in my sleep."

Emily's upper lip twitched in amusement at the look on her ex-wife's face. "You can't do both."

"Well I obviously have to," the detective laughed. "Do you remember? Which is it?"

Staring deeply into those brown eyes that had teared up when they stood up in front of their families to unite their love, Emily smiled. "You do snore, very lightly," she whispered. "I remember."

Jane's breath caught at that familiar sparkle she saw in her ex's eyes, and she graciously nodded her head. "But it's not disruptive."

"Not at all," she laughed lightly. "Which is exactly the reason why I wouldn't mind having you stay at my house while you're here. It's really not a big deal, and you need a place to stay."

She had heard the complaining all the way to the house.

After telling each and every one of their team members, once they had forced them to leave the young Prentiss-Rizzoli girl's beside, the couple had gotten into Emily's SUV that her friends had driven there for her. Not two minutes away from the hospital and Jane had begun to bitch, trying to get out of staying with Emily so she wouldn't have to bear the brunt of the emotions that she knew would begin to flood her mind.

But she had zoned her out. Turning up the radio, Emily began singing to her favorite songs that came from the speakers. She couldn't keep her mind from going back to her sad little girl lying in that hospital room, but she needed to help take the edge off for both of them.

Leading them into her house and locking the door behind them, Emily took Jane's jacket. "The living room's right through there."

The Italian detective took in a breath as she slowly made her way through the hallway, her brain going from one memory to another as she saw the furniture they had shared in their old home. "Thank you for this," she nodded, sitting down on the couch. "You didn't have to."

"Well if I left you to freeze out in an alleyway, I'm not sure Sammy would forgive me."

Jane watched as the older woman smiled, and her mouth watered at the sight of those sparkling teeth that had gotten her in the first place. "Well then I'll just thank Sammy when she wakes up."

Emily's lips tightened at the thought of her baby back in the hospital, and she slowly shook her head. "Well today's been a long day. Why don't I show you to your room and we'll meet back up in the morning." Standing, she winked down to the detective. "The kitchen, eight sharp."

Taking her time to stand up, trying to gather up her courage in the second and a half she had, the brunette woman nodded her head. "The kitchen." She let the other mother lead her toward the room where she'd be sleeping, and feeling Emily's warm hand lie against the small of her back, Jane's heart clenched.