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A/N: One of the last chapters, folks. Thanks for your reviews, by the way.

Emily sat in the visiting room of a women's correctional facility, nervously biting her nails. She had been pulled from her cell in the middle of the night and told she had New York City detectives coming for a visit. Had Bobby solved the case? 'Come on, for once let him be wrong,' she prayed to a god she had long since given up on. Emily loved her sister more than almost anybody else in the world, and she didn't want to see her being punished for a justifiable crime. Emily's thoughts were disrupted when the door banged open and Detective Eames strode in, all seriousness. Emily's stress level shot up. "Where's Bobby?"

"He's in the hospital, Emily. Your sister stabbed him while he was searching your apartment."

"Oh, my god… is he all right?"

"He'll live, yes. But I wouldn't exactly say he's feeling great right now. Tell us where your sister is! You can't cover for her anymore, we're onto her scent anyway. But I'll tell you something, the sooner I can get her crazy ass nailed to the wall, the happier I'm going to be. You'd like me happy, Emily."

"I'm sure I would, Detective… I can't believe she'd hurt Bobby. I just can't believe that. Her and Bobby always got along!"

"Perhaps she tried to hurt him because he'd just found incriminating evidence against her."

"What did he find?"

"A picture. Of your sister and Damon Sanders."

Emily sighed and shook her head slowly. "Bobby's going to recover, though, isn't he?" She turned her eyes on Eames, for the first time fully staring directly into Eames' eyes. Eames stumbled backwards, hit by the intensity of her gaze.

"I'm beginning to see why he loves you so much."

"Excuse me?"

"You don't pull punches. You tell the truth with your eyes. You didn't kill Damon Sanders, your sister did. And she also tried to kill my partner. I am not happy with your sister. Tell me where she would go."

"She just didn't want to lose me. That's all. She's not entirely together, you know?"

"Apparently it runs in the family." Eames cracked, and a smile spread over Emily's face.

"Yeah, I guess it does. Look, all I can say is, when she's stressed out she likes to pretend she's going to kill herself."
"What?"

"She'll go to the river, any river, or a rooftop, and she'll stand there and pretend, to herself, that she's going to jump. Then she waits to see how many people try to talk her down. When she's satisfied that the world cares, she comes back." Emily looked down at the floor. "Probably a rooftop you wouldn't expect. Maybe somewhere, it wouldn't be smart for a criminal to be right now."

"She's at Major Case," Eames breathed. Emily shrugged.

"That's where she'd probably go. She likes to up the ante, you know. Another thing that runs in the family."

"You're coming with us," Eames said. Emily raised her eyebrows and Deakins coughed in surprise, but nobody objected. They were all thinking the same thing - without Goren, it might be good to have somebody else who knew how to psychologically disarm.

*

"Holy shit, she's actually up there!" Deakins exclaimed. Eames took a steadying breath.

"Now I really know why Bobby loves you. You're both always right." Emily ignored this comment as they got into the elevator, Deakins on his cell phone to a SWAT team.

"You need to act like she's not a murderer. No SWAT team. Just act like you care that she doesn't die. The more you play it up, the more responsive she'll be."

Deakins looked at Eames, who gave a slight nod. It was almost like having Goren there. Deakins and sighed and got back on the phone. "Have everybody in position, but hold. Stay out of sight. We're going to try to talk to her."

"Thank you, sir." Emily said quietly as the elevator stopped at the top floor. They all exited the elevator, and Eames took the handcuffs off Emily. They climbed the stairs silently, Deakins and Eames with their weapons drawn. Emily walked almost serenely onto the roof.

"Elaine? I know you're up here, please don't hide from me."
"What are you doing here?" A shrill voice, laden with New York, came out of the shadows.

"Elaine, come out here. Don't be ridiculous." She stepped out. Only a fraction taller than Emily, built similarly, with long straight hair. She wore black and even from the distance Eames could see quite a large ring twinkling on her left hand.

"I thought they arrested you."

"They did. They just let me come up here to talk to you. Nobody wants you to hurt yourself, Elaine."

"Right," Elaine gave a derisive snort.

"No, it's true. The captain of police himself is down there, hoping you'll change your mind."

"Bullshit, Emily. They're all here to take me in for attacking a cop. I didn't know it was Bobby at first, okay?"

"I don't care what you did, okay? Your husband, your kids, they won't care either. You just need to come down and talk to them. They've been pretty considerate, given the circumstances."

Elaine looked torn. She took a few steps closer to Emily, causing Eames to grip her gun a little tighter and inch forward. She whispered something Eames couldn't hear, then turned and ran for the edge of the roof. Emily caught the bottom of her jacket and tossed her to the ground. Eames and Deakins rushed to secure Elaine. Emily slumped onto the ground as her sister's foot planted itself in her stomach. She doubled over, coughing. Eames grabbed her and shunted her against the wall, standing in front of her as Deakins hauled Elaine to her feet. Eames came forward with the cuffs, leaving Emily standing against the wall, lightheaded and still coughing weakly.

It happened so fast that later, when they were filling out reports, Eames and Deakins could barely fill it in. Elaine grabbed Deakins' gun and fired at her sister. Eames only registered the shot, followed by a surprised cry, and Emily Dimitrio slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood.