Emily held her crying daughter to her front, her arms wrapped protectively around her little chest as tears slid down her ivory features. "Go give your momma a hug," she husked, letting the blond girl run toward her other mother once she set her final suitcase down by the door.

"Momma," the five year old cried, flinging herself into the Italian woman's arms and sobbing into her shirt. "Momma don't go!"

Jane wrapped her arms as tight around her daughter as she could, her lips pressing a lingering kiss to the five year old's forehead. "I'm gonna call you when I get there, ok sweetie?"

"Momma don't go!"

The brunette woman glanced up to see Emily wiping her sleeve underneath her eyes to stop her crying, knowing she was only doing that because Sammy was with them. "I have to go."

Sammy pulled back from her mother's grip and shoved her away, watching as she stumbled backwards. "I hate you!"

Emily let out a shaky sigh as she watched her daughter run out of the house and toward the taxi that was waiting outside their home. "Jane?"

"Don't," she said harshly. "I need to go. I need to get away from you."

Emily gave a cry at the words, her eyes blurring as the younger woman stood with her last suitcase in hand. "But I love you," she breathed, those haunted words hiccupped through her lips as she tried to find her breath.

Jane glared hard at the agent who stood with her arms folded tight across her chest. "Yeah, well I don't love you. Not anymore."

She left her now ex-wife standing in the doorway of their home, Jane sitting in the back of the taxi cab trying to block out the sounds of her daughter crying.

"Sammy," the elder parent tried to chaste, stepping out onto the porch. "Sammy come back inside."

The five year old finally stopped chasing the taxi when it turned off of their road, the young girl falling onto her knees from crying so hard. "Momma!"

Emily sucked in a breath and ran out to her little girl, falling to her knees beside the blond and coaxing her into her arms. "Shh baby," she whispered, crying into her beautiful light hair. "It's ok."

"She hates me, mommy," Sammy sobbed, clutching onto her adoptive mother. "I hate her!"

Holding her sobbing daughter tight in her arms and shakily smoothing down her hair, Emily had to wonder if the woman who had left them there truly did lose her love for them.

Emily bolted upright in her bed, tears running from her eyes, down her neck and into her sleep shirt as she tried to catch her breath. Sorrow immediately filled her rigid body at the recollection her dream had given her, and the agent's hands came up to try and cover her gaping mouth so she could cry.

Throwing the covers off of her, the brunette woman jumped out of her bed and practically sprinted out to the kitchen. Having this type of night for months on end right after they had broken up had Emily knowing exactly what she needed to calm her down.

A small sip of the wine she and Jane had saved from their wedding night.

She wiped her tears and rounded into the kitchen, her breath hitching at the sight of her ex sitting at the counter with the same drink she had wanted in her hand.

"Em?" Jane got up off of the barstool and tiptoed over to the older woman, not wanting to disturb her as she noticed the reddening of her brown eyes. "What's the matter?"

Emily threw her arms around the older woman's neck and cried, her broken heart feeling a spark of warmth hit it when Jane didn't hesitate to hug her back. "Hold me," she sobbed, her fragile body trembling in her ex-wife's hold. "Please just hold me." Kissing quickly at the side of Jane's dark head of hair, Emily whispered, "I love you."

The detective cursed herself for having her own tears come to her eyes, but her hold never faltered. "I love you too."