Emily flies back to Boston from London, spending almost six thousand dollars of her mother's money in order to get there as fast as possible.
Her flight out of Heathrow leaves at 6:20, and bumps down at Logan just as the clock hits 8:55. It does not feel fast enough, the complications of moving forward and backwards in time at the same moment.
For the first time in her life, she is grateful to have a deep reserve of wealth to draw upon, and the habit of light packing to fall back on. There is a car waiting for her outside of baggage claim, which she skips. The air between the airport and the car is heavy with late August humidity, and though it is 9:15pm, the sky still holds traces of light.
"Where to, ma'am?" her driver says, glancing in the rearview mirror.
They are about the same age, Emily thinks, but she doesn't bother correcting the woman. "Mass General," she says. "As quickly as you can."
The driver smirks. "Legal quick or illegal quick?" she asks, possibly flirting, like she already knows the answer. Any other time, Emily would sleep with this woman. The arch of her eye-brow and her cocky attitude would present Emily with an enjoyable challenge.
Tonight, she is not in the mood, and she flashes her credentials sharply enough to make the wallet holding them snap.
"There is no such thing as illegal quickly with me in the car. Got it?"
The driver's eyes go wide in shock and embarrassment. She had been flirting. "Yes, ma'am," she says, pulling away from the curb. "As fast as I can."
Emily leans back in the seat and closes her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to calm herself by listening to the familiar traffic pattern of her childhood home. But Olivia's voice keeps breaking through her usually ordered thoughts.
"She and this other recruit, Dani Beck, they were together in her room. Frank…He… just come home Emily. Please, please come home. I need help."
I need help. It was that sentence that had driven Emily to book the flight and leave for the airport before calling Olivia back. Jane is 19, and has not been her father's victim for some time, not since her youngest brother moved in permanently with their mother. But the disjointed message from her best friend had made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
She'd called from the car on the way to Heathrow Airport, and Olivia picked up on the second ring.
"It's Jane."
"Tell me. I'm on my way to the airport right now."
"Frank caught her in bed with another woman. He beat her. He…I think he…She protected Dani. Wouldn't let him touch her, but he beat her so badly…I…I got there just as they were putting her in the ambulance. She was unconscious, Em. Her face…"
Emily put her hand over the receiver of her cell phone then, and told the driver that if he stopped at a single red light, she would suffocate him with his own jacket.
Now, on the other side of the ocean, her new driver does not have the same respect for rules that her London driver had. She squeezes every light she can, and the car horn gets a true work out as they weave in and out of traffic.
They make it from Logan to Mass General in ten minutes flat. Emily notices that the woman leans back in the driver's seat after putting the car in park, her chest heaving, wide smile on her face.
"If you want a job for my stay in Boston, you've got one," Emily says, opening the door on the awful August humidity.
The woman rolls her window down. "How much?"
"Name it," Emily says.
"One hundred," her driver says. "A day."
Emily had honestly expected triple that. She nods. "Fine. And I'll fill your gas tank before I go. My name's Emily. Wait for me here, will you?"
"Y-yeah…sure!" the driver says. "I'm Sarah."
But Emily has already turned away, is already through the automatic doors of the hospital, phone pressed to her ear, waiting for Olivia to pick up.
…..
They find Olivia.
Fin is the one who takes the call on the tip line that says a car matching the description has been parked outside an abandoned house upstate for almost the entire day.
Emily opens her mouth, but next to her, Jane is already speaking. Her voice is low and authoritative, and it catches Emily off guard.
"Captain Cragen, I'd like to go with Rollins and Fin, sir." The 'sir' seems like a courtesy. Her request is only a formality.
It is clear to everyone in the room that she will be there to help rescue Olivia no matter what.
Emily watches the Captain consider her. She can tell that he has realized that Jane has no intention of staying behind.
"Rollins will take you in her car," he says. "Fin, let the local PD know that we have a team on the way, and that includes-" he looks around at them all, "two FBI agents and A BPD Detective. They have the same authority as NYPD in this case."
Jane nods, but she doesn't say thank you.
By her side, JJ puts a hand on her arm. "Our vests are in the trunk," she says quietly.
And that is when it dawns on Emily that they might be heading into a shootout. That is when she realizes that Olivia, her sweet, funny, mother Olivia, could already be dead. Could already have been…
"Emily," Jane is standing next to her, with her intense stare and her angled jaw, and this is the moment for Emily to tell her that everything will be okay. This is when Emily pulls herself together and is strong for both of them in the face of devastation.
She opens her mouth, and finds that no words come out.
Jane blinks at her, and her expression hardens further.
"We'll get her," she says fiercely. "We'll get her back."
Her tone leaves no room for disagreement, and Emily nods, feeling some of her strength returned to her.
Rollins calls Jane from across the room, shrugging her jacket on, and Emily watches as Jane turns away, steps over to Maura to kiss her, and to put her hand on Michael's forehead.
"Rollins," Emily hears her say on the way out of the pen. "How fast can you drive that cruiser?"
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Dani Beck is a skinny, blonde teenager who could pass for a 14 year old without makeup on. Her face is tearstained. She has a split lip and a cut that dissects her left eyebrow, but seems otherwise unharmed. She sits next to Olivia in the waiting room, and recounts the story to Emily in a voice that still shakes with emotion, even though Emily imagines this is the fourth or fifth time she's had to repeat it.
"We g-got carried away," she says. "I was naked when Frank burst in. Jane was only, um, in h-her underwear. He-he grabbed her by the hair. Told her that someone from his office had seen us kissing in front of the building." She sniffs, and Olivia puts her hand on the girl's shoulder.
"He told her he was going to put the fear of god into her," Dani says, tearing up again. "She was screaming so loud. He locked the door. I couldn't get in. I'm-I'm so sorry, Olivia," She breaks down, hiding her hands in her face.
Emily looks up at Olivia, whose eyes have teared up as well.
"It's not your fault," Emily says, though the words sound hollow even to her own ears. "It's not your fault, Dani."
"She was screaming," Dani whispers through her hands. "She broke her finger three weeks ago, on the speed bag, and she didn't even cry."
Olivia looks away, biting her lip to keep from making noise.
Emily reaches out to put her hand on Dani's knee. "It's going to be okay," she says. It is the first time she has to force the lie out of her mouth.
Olivia jerks her head around to look at Emily at the tone. She has heard and understood the tone as well.
Dani, at least, is oblivious. She continues to cry into her hands, and after a moment Emily stands up, gesturing discreetly to Olivia that they have to talk in private.
The other woman is able to meet her down the hall by the vending machines a short while later. She looks scared.
Emily wants to take her hand, but she restrains herself. "Where the fuck is Angela?" she growls instead.
Olivia lets out a long breath. "I don't know," she says. "I called her twice."
Emily tries to focus only on the rage that this statement evokes, and not the underlying sadness. "Dani's really shaken," Olivia says.
Emily manages not to scoff with difficulty. It isn't the kid's fault that this happened. It isn't her fault that Frank only had eyes for Jane.
Olivia seems to know what she's thinking. "Dani is the first girl Jane's really," her voice catches here, but she clears her throat. "She's the first girlfriend Jane's had."
Emily nods. "Did she say anything about what he did?"
"No," Olivia looks at her guiltily, "I didn't ask though. I couldn't without you."
Olivia has always had an easy way of confessing what she saw as her shortcomings. Emily and Jane were never very good at showing their weaknesses.
"Olivia?" Dani has come to the end of the hall. "The doctor wants to talk to you."
And Olivia lifts her wide brown eyes to Emily's face, terrified.
And as always, this leaves Emily no choice but to be brave. She reaches out and takes Olivia's hand in hers. "C'mon," she says. "I'm here now."
…
…
Jane comes to stand next to Emily in the waiting room. She has a smudge of blood still on her cheekbone, but Emily decides not to say anything.
She had been the first to enter the abandoned house where they thought Lewis was holding Olivia, Rollins close on her heels.
Emily and JJ had hesitated, both waiting for the sound of a gunshot.
It hadn't come.
Rollins had reappeared almost immediately, waving at the ambulance to pull forward, signaling to the EMTs that they needed two stretchers.
And then Jane was there, supporting Olivia almost enough to be carrying her, her mouth close to the wounded woman's ear, speaking softly.
The EMTs had had to go in to get Lewis. As the stretcher passed by, Emily had thought he looked mangled. Like a man not long for this world.
"He's alive," Jane says now, brusquely. "Just barely, but he's breathing."
Emily puts her hands in her pockets, looking towards the swinging doors that admitted Olivia a little over twenty minutes ago. "Will he pull through?"
"Maura says she thinks he will, if he's made it this far."
Neither one of them acknowledge that the emotions that accompany this news are disgust and disappointment. Emily doesn't see Jane move next to her, and so when the detective puts a hand on her shoulder, she almost jumps out of her skin. She turns and stares into Jane's face, knowing she must look almost comically surprised.
When was the last time Jane Rizzoli initiated physical contact with her. She accepted it, willingly and as frequently as Emily offered, but this is new.
"Em?" Jane is looking at her quizzically, maybe a little hopefully. And to her astonishment, she steps forward and puts her arms around Emily's shoulders, pulling her into a hug. It is awkward for a split second, before Emily can restart her brain enough to hug back, and then it is the most comforted that she has felt in a long time.
She squeezes Jane around the middle, and feels tears on her cheeks.
"Jane," she says, through her tears. "Jane."
They are the same height now, and under her hands, Jane feels strong and solid and capable of holding her through this storm.
"She's going to be okay," Jane says, her voice thick. "She's going to be okay. We'll all help."
Emily nods, because there is a reassuring note in Jane's voice that she hasn't heard before. When did she become this adult? The woman who was strong enough to watch her best friend be wheeled half-conscious into a hospital, and still had hands gentle enough for her Godson to fall asleep in.
When had Jane grown up?
JJ and Alex burst through the door behind them, followed by Maura, Michael in her arms and Henry by her side. When JJ sees Emily in Jane's arms, her face breaks open with terror.
Alex seems to have drawn the same conclusion. She stops dead, her hand going to her mouth, wide blue eyes spilling over with tears.
Emily sees the counselor's mouth move over Olivia's name, though no sound comes out. She pulls away from Jane and strides over to the pair.
"No," she says quickly, reaching out to support Alex, because it seems like she's going to fall over.
"No, she's okay. She was awake in the ambulance, Alex. She's okay."
And Alex grips Emily by her bullet proof vest and cries against her chest. She sobs.
"Did you hear me?" Emily asks gently, her arms coming up around Alex automatically. "Did you hear me, Alex? She's okay."
Alex nods against Emily, still crying hard. "Thank you," she murmurs. "Thank you."
Emily does not say that she is not the one to thank, because it is not about her. She holds Alex and lets her cry.
Jane takes Michael from Maura, and he snuggles against her like it's second nature. "Mommy?" he asks worriedly.
"She's okay," Jane says. "She's happy because Momma's coming home soon."
Michael perks up. "Momma?" he looks around. "Here?"
"Yes," Jane says. "She's resting, and a doctor is looking at her so she feels better, and when she wakes up, you guys will go home."
Michael accepts this, putting his head down on Jane's shoulder, and Emily is struck by the calm, direct way that Jane speaks to her godson. She doesn't speak in baby talk, the way many people would to a toddler, and she doesn't lie.
Michael seems to sense her honesty, and he trusts her for it. He is the ADA in miniature, with her bright blue eyes and white blonde hair. He already has her ability to coolly appraise a situation, and though he rarely tantrums, he has a steely glare that Emily thinks would make even Hotchner shiver a little.
"I need to see her," Alex says hoarsely. Emily can't remember ever seeing the counselor dressed as haphazardly. She didn't know that it was possible for her to get paler than she usually is.
"You'll see her," Jane says. "They just need to make sure she's stable."
"What was it like?" Alex turns to Jane, and it seems that even the presence of her son cannot keep her from asking. "What did it look like in there? What did he do to her?" Alex's eyes roam over Jane's face, as though she could find the answer there before Jane speaks it.
It's JJ who intervenes this time, taking Alex's arm and pulling her back a step. "You don't need to know the answer to those things right now, Al," she says softly. "Let's just wait until the doctor comes out, okay?"
Alex's hands are shaking. She puts one to her mouth, as if to cover a sneeze. "Liv," she says. And then, following a train of thought that seems to have jumped several tracks. "I have to take care of Michael."
"That's why we're here," Jane says. "To help you. You don't have to do anything at all, okay? I'm not going anywhere." She uses the hand that isn't holding to Michael to gesture around at Maura, JJ, and Emily, all standing there. "This is your family, Alex. We're here for you."
Have they all felt such displacement? Emily wonders. When Alex looks at her, she nods, knowing there is nothing she can do about the ferocity in her face, but hoping that the attorney will understand.
No one has a chance to speak again, however, because the doctor appears at that moment, and they all turn to face him.
"Alexandra?" He asks, and Emily sees Alex steady herself and step forward.
"Can we speak over here for a moment?" The doctor asks. Jane moves forward, like she wants to protest, but Emily holds her back. She knows that the privacy means possible sexual violence, and Olivia deserves the right to decide who knows what.
"Where's Mommy go?" Michael asks, watching Alex walk away with the doctor.
"She's going to visit Momma and make sure she's comfortable before we can all see her."
"Then Mikey sees her?"
Jane blinks, considering. "Yes, if it's not too late and she's not sleeping," she says carefully. "But tomorrow definitely if not today, okay, my love?"
Michael smiles, settling back down.
My love. It is what Olivia calls her son when she's putting him to bed, and Emily knows that Jane used the term deliberately, in order to make him feel more comfortable.
Henry & JJ come up beside her and JJ slips an arm around her waist. She gives Emily a look that clearly says she understands everything Emily is thinking in that moment.
They watch as Maura reaches into her purse and pulls out her tablet. She tips it to show Michael something brightly colored, and no doubt educational, on the screen.
"Mama?" Henry looks up at her. "Is Auntie Liv okay?"
She ruffles his hair, glad that she can tell him the truth.
"Yeah, Hen," she says. "We're all okay."
…
…
Jane's face is a travesty. When they push through the door to her room, she turns to face them, and although neither Olivia nor Emily make any noise at the sight, Olivia is not able to keep the fleeting look of horror off her face.
Jane looks away from them quickly, like she's ashamed, and Emily struck with the strongest wave of homicidal desire she has ever felt in her life.
Olivia steps forward. She is always the first one to approach Jane first, she is always the one that gets the brunette to open up.
"Jane," she begins, like always.
But this time, Jane doesn't even make any sign that she's heard. She sits on the edge of her bed, facing away. She's dressed in a long, cotton t-shirt that falls down to her calves. As she always does, Emily catalogues the injuries that she can see.
Olivia wants to hold Jane through anything she's gone through.
Emily wants to know what, exactly, the 'anything' could be.
Jane has red and raised marks around her wrists and one of her ankles, there's a deep purple bruise on her upper arm. She has a split lip, a cut cheek, a black eye. They've put a splint on two of the fingers on her right hand. A cut near her hair line has been sutured closed.
The hospital issued sweatpants are still folded at the end of the bed.
As Olivia takes a step closer, talking softly, Emily does the math in her head, adding what she sees to what Dani said earlier. The result makes her hands clench hard into fists.
He grabbed her.
She fought him.
He beat her. She fought him.
He tied her.
He raped her.
She screamed.
"Jane," Olivia is still talking, still moving forward. "The doctor says that you won't have to stay more than a couple days. I know how you hate the hospital. And Em and I will be here every minute, okay? Fuck visiting hours. We're not-"
"Leave me alone," Jane growls without looking around, and Emily adds choking to the vile list in her head.
Olivia stops dead at the tone. It is new. "Jay," she says softly, uncertainly. "It's me. It's Olivia."
Jane's shoulders shrug unevenly. "Just leave me alone, please," she says, softer.
And Olivia, who has comforted her for so many years, who could tell Emily every dip and hitch of Jane's inflection…she reads the situation wrong. She hasn't done the math that Emily has, and so before she can warn her, Olivia close the distance and wraps Jane in her arms.
The noise Jane makes is so animal, so frightened, that Emily takes a couple of steps backwards involuntarily.
"Don't touch me!" Jane yells. She has pulled herself out of Olivia's arms, and her eyes are cloudy, terrified, and unseeing.
Emily regains command of her body, and she moves, placing herself between Olivia and Jane, facing the younger girl, her hands out.
"It's us," she says clearly. "It's okay, Jane. It's okay. It's over."
This is a lie. Emily knows, when she looks into Jane's face, that it is very, very far from over.
"Don't touch me," Jane says. She wraps her arms around herself.
Emily sits down next to Olivia in Jane's vacated spot. She puts her hands up, as if to prove they have no intentions, and she forces her voice not to shake.
"Okay."
…
…
JJ and Emily invite Maura for a night cap at their hotel, and much to their surprise (and JJ's delight), she agrees. Jane stays behind with Alex and Michael, and she promises to update them the moment she knows anything.
So the three of them settle into a cluster of armchairs by the window of the lounge, and JJ laughs when Emily and Maura order the same drink, "Johnny Walker Blue, on the rocks."
Maura smiles shyly at Emily, who tries to remember the last time the two of them were together without Jane.
"Our mothers would be proud," Emily says, taking the seat closest to the window.
"My mother would wonder why I didn't ask if they stocked Quest," Maura says with a small scoff.
Emily laughs before she can help herself, the joke hitting just the right spot.
JJ looks pleasantly baffled. "Am I supposed to understand?" she asks lightly.
"It's an expensive type of whiskey," Maura explains softly. "My mother's favorite, actually. I can remember checking out of hotels mere hours after we'd checked in because they didn't have it in the bar."
This anecdote hits too close to home for Emily to comment on, but JJ makes a noise that is halfway between empathy and outrage, and the doctor looks comforted.
They sit for a while in silence, looking at the bright lights of the New York skyline, and Emily begins to feel self-conscious about their hotel choice.
She and JJ are staying at The Surrey, a luxury hotel on the Upper East Side that is fancy enough that they can leave their seven year old son asleep in their suite, knowing a member of hotel staff is keeping watch over him.
Emily had assumed that Maura and Jane, mostly Maura, would pick similarly extravagant lodgings, and had been surprised to hear they were staying at the NoMad in Midtown, which is understated and comfortable, and perfect for Jane.
As if on cue, Maura's phone makes a small chirping sound, and she picks it up. Emily notices her hand is trembling slightly, the only outward manifestation of her nerves.
"Is it Jane?" she asks, leaning forward.
Maura nods distractedly, reading.
JJ is looking at the phone over Maura's shoulder, lip between her teeth. She reaches out to put her hand over Maura's on the armrest.
"What does she say?" JJ asks gently.
Maura has to swallow a couple of times in order to speak. "Three broken ribs, a broken wrist, and a plethora of bruises." Maura takes a breath. "Rape kit negative," she finishes shakily, leaning back in her chair. Emily thinks that she sort of deflates.
JJ leans forward to put her hand on Emily's knee, but she doesn't let go of Maura. "Okay," she says softly. "She's going to be okay."
Emily nods, feeling both heavier and lighter as she processes the information.
Their drinks are delivered, but they continue to sit linked together, lost in their own thoughts. JJ squeezes Emily's knee and when Emily looks at her, she inclines her head towards Maura, whose eyes have gone glossy with tears.
"Jane didn't type the word plethora," Emily says, trying at a smile, "she thinks Plethora is a country."
It's not her best work, but it pulls Maura from wherever she's gotten lost with a laugh.
"They're are with her," Maura says, blinking away the wetness in her eyes. "And, oh! Jane's bringing Michael with her for the night."
She looks up at Emily with a smile. "She's amazing with him."
"She is," Emily agrees, knowing she sounds surprised. "She was always the one of us who swore she'd never have children, even after we were adults."
JJ raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure that wasn't you?" she asks.
Emily shakes her head. "I'm frightened of what my genes will produce," she corrects. "But that never stopped me from wanting to be a mother. In some way."
"Mmhm," JJ says. "So you were on the lookout for women with children, then? I thought I was special."
"Blonde FBI agents with children," Emily says, raising a hand. "That's not an easy slot to fill."
JJ laughs, but Maura is looking between them, eyes wide.
"Maura?" JJ questions. "Are you-"
"You're pregnant," Maura interrupts, looking around at JJ. "You're pregnant?"
Emily and JJ stare at her, dumbfounded. "How on earth did you figure that out?" JJ asks.
"You've gained weight," Maura says bluntly, and then she goes crimson as the other two women start to laugh.
"No," she says quickly, "I-I apologize. That's not what I meant."
JJ touches her arm again, still smiling. "It's okay, Maura," she says gently. "You're right, I have."
Maura smiles between them. She is enjoying herself, Emily knows, and she is also surprised to be enjoying herself. It is possible that until this very moment, she has continued to see them all as Jane's friends. As people who tolerate her simply because she is in love with their best friend.
The thought makes Emily a little sad.
"I noticed you'd put on a little weight," Maura amends, "And your hair suggests pre-natal vitamins, and just now," she gestures at Emily, "she used the present tense when referring to her genes."
Emily hadn't realized this. She makes a tsking sound with her teeth. "You know, Doctor, should you ever tire of autopsies, I know an FBI unit that could use a profiling mind like yours."
Maura smiles widely. "High praise," she says quietly.
Emily decides that she likes Maura Isles a lot.
….
…
Emily climbs into bed with Olivia.
They haven't said anything to each other since she turned out the light over an hour ago, but Emily knows by the rise and fall of Olivia's covers that she isn't sleeping.
And when she starts to cry, Emily can't just lie there and let her do so alone. So she slides into bed next to her best friend, and when the other woman rolls over and wraps her arms around her, Emily forces the bloom of desire away with the thought of Jane in the hospital.
"Olivia," she whispers, and Olivia starts to cry harder.
"She wouldn't let me touch her," she says into Emily's throat. "She wouldn't let me near her."
"I know," Emily says. "She wouldn't let me eith-"
"No!" Olivia pushes away from her, suddenly angry. "You don't get it! It used to be that no matter what he did, she'd let me hold her after. No matter what awful things he'd said her, she always let me take…take care of her."
She dissolves into tears again, and Emily feels her own throat get tight. She'd been there with Olivia for almost five years of this, but she'd rarely thought about the years before her arrival.
She lets her hand trail up Emily's back, rubbing gently.
"She needs time," she says. "He…" but she cannot make herself repeat any of the words that the ER physician had said to them earlier.
"She needs time."
"Is she broken?" Olivia asks the question guiltily, like she is ashamed for asking.
Emily shakes her head. "No," she says firmly. "She's just hurt. She's just hurt really badly."
Olivia doesn't answer for some time, and she has just begun to doze off when she feels Olivia's breath on her throat.
"Thank you, Em," the other girl whispers. "Thank you for coming back. It's not whole without you."
And Emily thinks that she never, ever, needs to be with anyone romantically ever again, so long as she can have these two.
So long as she is always welcome home.
…
…
They are back at the hospital less than 10 hours later, and when they push through the door to the waiting room, Jane and Maura are already there, though there is no sign of Alex or Mikey.
Jane looks tired, no, exhausted, but the smile she gives Emily is genuine.
"Hello, Hero," Emily says when they are close enough. Jane sucks her teeth, but her eyes don't lose the grin from earlier.
"Thought we'd give the family some time. Olivia is awake and lucid. She looks like hell, but…" Jane makes a motion as if to say, we've all been there. "I told her we'd come in when you got here." It is evident to all parties that Jane means just her and Emily, but it doesn't feel like a brush off.
The two of them head off down the hall towards Olivia's room, and when they are out of earshot of their wives, Emily takes a breath.
"Hey, Jane," she begins, and then she stops because she doesn't know how to continue.
Jane shoots her a sideways glance. "You know what's really cool about you and JJ?" she says casually.
Emily raises her eyebrows.
"When you two got together, you got softer."
Jane waves away the sound of protest Emily makes. "No, I mean…you used to be this super, super hard ass. Not in a bad way. I just mean that…" she bites her lip. "You were always there for us. You were always the one to take care of us. You were the rock. You had to be." She glances at Emily and then away again. "And I get it. Liv and I…we're a lot to handle."
Emily doesn't know what to say to this. Jane is never the one to begin the deep conversations. Luckily for her, Jane doesn't require a response.
"But when you got with JJ, and Henry started calling you Mom… you sort of…melted. You started letting things hit you." Jane stops just outside the door to Olivia's room. "The opposite happened with me and Maura," Jane says quietly. "I'm…I just…" she casts around for a long, long moment, and then she looks up into Emily's face. "I'm here for you," she says.
And it is proof of Jane's words that Emily Prentiss almost starts to bawl in public. She wipes at her eyes with one hand, and shoves Jane towards the door with the other. "Get in there," she says, playing at annoyance.
Jane smirks.
It is, however, a grade school like Jane Rizzoli who clambers up beside Olivia in the big hospital bed. Olivia puts her good arm around Jane's shoulders and kisses the side of her head, whispering something that Emily can't hear. Then she turns her eyes to Emily, pointing with her chin at her other side.
Emily climbs up carefully on the other side of Olivia, and she lets out the breath she's been holding since she and JJ loaded the car 72 hours ago.
Jane hears, and understands. "Yeah," she says softly. "No more getting kidnapped, Liv. You know it's not whole without you."
Olivia grunts in what might be an attempt at a scoff.
Emily smiles, and closes her eyes.