Red pulled into the parking lot of the hotel where his wife was just stabbed. He exited his vehicle and went straight to Acosta.

"Where is she?" Red asked.

Acosta told him that she was rushed to the hospital and questioned why Red wasn't there.

Red started scanning the scene and Acosta realized why Red was here.

"We'll find who did this," Acosta said. "Go to your wife."

Red rubbed his nose with a sniff, holding back his emotions. "Yeah," he nodded and went to the hospital.

"No, Mr. Young saved me," Noah corrected the officer interrogating him. "Can I please go home now?"

Acosta told the officer he could take care of Noah, and the officer left. "Are you sure that you're okay to go home alone?"

Noah sighed. "I mean, I guess an escort wouldn't hurt."

Acosta grinned and directed another officer to follow Noah home.

A car sped into the parking lot of the hotel, parked, shut off, and opened to reveal Roberts.

Noah took note of Roberts tardiness to the scene.

"Where the hell have you been?" Acosta scolded Roberts.

Roberts apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. I had fallen asleep watching TV".

Acosta nodded with a click of his tongue. "Go home, catch up on your nap."

Roberts tried to protest, but Acosta, louder this time, directed Roberts to go home.

"And don't be late next time," Acosta finished, walking back to carry out the duty at hand.

At the hospital, Red was told that Emily lost too much blood and didn't have much time left. He went into her room to see Christopher by her side, letting his tears soak his face.

Emily was holding Christopher's hand, comforting him.

Red sat on Emily's other side and looked to Christopher, wanting some privacy.

Christopher hugged Emily, told her goodbye, and left the room. Outside, he called Audrey and asked her to meet him at the hospital.

Red and Emily held hands and kissed as they both let their tears fall.

"I'm so sorry," Red apologized once he pulled his lips away from hers. "This was what I was trying to avoid."

Emily smiled. "Well, now you know you can't avoid it."

The two shared a small laugh.

"I'm sorry too," said Emily.

"For what?"

"I shouldn't have argued with you so much about it, I should've just let us both say our peace and be done with it."

"It's fine, don't apologize." Red kissed her hand. "You've always been quick to argue anyways," he joked.

Emily wore a shocked smile and laughed at her husband. "I can't believe-" two coughs interrupted her, "you just said that to me." She weakly smiled at him, adoring him.

Red wore the same expression, one of complete adoration and love. "I love you and I'm going to miss you."

More tears began to cascade from them both.

"I love you too."

They kissed some more until another fit of coughs from Emily intervened.

"Just promise me," Emily got out between coughs. "Promise me that you will help these kids find out who has been killing."

"I will." Fredrick promised. "I'll even help Scott and his friends fight Monroe's army."

Emily beamed at Fredrick and they professed their love for the other again.

Emily began to cough roughly, practically shaking her body, her heart monitor beeping overtime.

"Mom!?" Christopher cried out to her as he came back into the room.

Hearing that made Emily smile once more.

The doctor and nurses came in and made Fredrick and Christopher leave the room.

Minutes later, Audrey showed up and comforted Christopher, and also giving her condolences to Red. After that, they were informed Emily had passed away…with a smile on her face.

The next morning, at school, Audrey walked briskly to Brooke and Emma.

"Are you two wondering the same thing I am?" Audrey asked.

Emma nodded. "Yeah, why the hell did we not go to Emily when she died?"

"Who knows," Brooke shrugged. "But I can ask Bruce, maybe he'll have an answer for us."

Emma questioned the two if Noah and Christopher were going to come to school.

Audrey shook her head.

"Noah is already here," Brooke answered. "He went to class early to catch up on some sleep."

Emma sighed. "I don't blame him. Have any of us really slept well the night of an attack?"

Audrey and Brooke said in unison, "Never."

The bell rang and the three girls went to their classes.

Later, at lunch, the Lakewood Four were sitting outside enjoying their food the others company.

Roberts came outside and began to patrol outside.

Noah whispered to the girls, "He was the last one to show up last night at the crime scene."

The girls watched Roberts as he walked about, studying him with skeptic eyes.

They quickly turned back when Roberts almost caught them.

"Is he the first official suspect on The Murder Board?" Audrey asked.

"Him and Scott's roommate," Noah told them.

"Gabriel?" Emma questioned in mild surprise. "Why?" She snickered.

Noah replied by pointing out that he's too nice.

"If this were a show," Audrey pointed to Noah, "I'd bet you that he isn't a killer."

The group laughed, except Brooke; she was back to watching Roberts.

"Roberts doesn't still give you any trouble, does he?" Brooke inquired.

"Not as much as Steve was before he got arrested."

Brooke held Noah's hand, wrapping their fingers, and laid her head on his shoulder. "Forget about him."

Noah chuckled and laid his head atop of hers. "Okay."

Brooke came home and was greeted warmly by Acosta as he was cooking dinner.

"Hey, can I tell you something?" Brooke sat on the kitchen counter.

"Of course," Acosta paused his cooking to give Brooke his attention.

Brooke sighed. "Noah told me that Roberts has been harassing him at the school."

Acosta crossed his arms. "That a serious accusation, how exactly has he been doing that?"

"First he told Noah that he suspected him to be the killer because he was being bullied and then after we were all assaulted by Steve and his goons, Roberts told Noah that he was going to keep a closer eye on him because Noah grabbed a 'weapon'."

Acosta immediately called Roberts and told him he was on suspension for misconduct.

"What misconduct!?" Roberts yelled from the phone.

"You harassed Noah Foster and told him he was a suspect of yours. Do you not understand how idiotic it is to tell the person you suspect to be the killer, as a cop, that you suspect them and are watching them?"

Roberts exhaled loudly from his nose. "Fine," he hung up on Acosta.

Acosta sat his phone down and continued to cook.