"Come here. Let me fix it"

Emily was already awake when her phone rang at ten past two in the morning. Muting the late night trash TV she was watching, she frowned at the caller ID on her cellphone displaying JJ's name and quickly answered it, it must be a really bad case to call everyone in so early.

"JJ?"

"Emily?!" JJ was voice was high and near panicked. "I-I can't find it!" she was sobbing and though Emily could barely understand her through the hiccupping and crying, she had already sprung off her couch and was running towards the stairs to get her shoes from the closet.

"JJ, what's wrong?" Emily breathed out, fear constricting her chest so hard that by the time she made it up the stairs she was out of breath.

"I just had it!...I…it's gone!" JJ wailed.

Emily pulled out the first pair of sneakers her free hand landed on and cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear so she could tug them on. "What's gone?" she said as soothingly as she could but it was useless, JJ was hysterical. "I'm coming over, okay?" she paused, waiting for some acknowledgement and only receiving a list of places JJ had looked for whatever was gone. "Jennifer!" Emily said loudly but calmly. JJ immediately stopped talking though Emily could still hear her crying. "I'm coming over, okay?" she repeated.

"O-okay. Please hurry." JJ sounded small and broken. Emily had never heard her like that before and the blonde hung up before she could promise she'd hurry.

Adrenaline coursing through her, Emily grabbed her keys and took off towards JJ's like a bat out of hell, not caring that she was wearing her pyjamas and no coat. She made record time to her friend's house, the whole time running through worst-case scenarios in her head. JJ was only on the third floor and with the elevator at the top of the building, she took the stairs three at a time, suddenly grateful for all the bleacher lunging Morgan had conned her into. She knocked on JJ's door urgently, mindful of the time. JJ must have been standing near the door because it opened seconds later and when she saw Emily, what little resolve she'd found left her and she started sobbing again.

Emily immediately stepped over the threshold and gathered the blonde in her arms, closing the door and guiding them to the couch. JJ had balled a fist around the material of Emily's tank top and sunk her head on her shoulder and Emily just let her cry it out, muttering soothing nonsense words, rocking her gently. When the worst of the sobbing was over, Emily pulled JJ away from her a little bit to look into red-rimmed eyes that were wide on her tear-streaked face. "What happened, Jayje?" she asked softly as if any louder volume would set her off again.

JJ took a great shuddering breath and whispered, "Rosaline's necklace," a fresh batch of tears slipping down her face, though they were silent this time.

"We'll find it." Emily promised, her voice full of conviction. "Together, okay?"

JJ wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and nodded, seemingly drawing strength from Emily's calm. "I…I looked everywhere."

Emily nodded, not doubting that for a second but if JJ had been in the kind of state she was when she had called, she could have easily missed something. Emily stood up from the couch and held out her hand, which JJ took with no further prompting. "Show me where you looked."

They went through the apartment top to bottom, all the while Emily trying to keep JJ calm. She had known about JJ's sister Rosaline after Emily had been mourning the loss of her friend Matthew. It wasn't the same kind of loss, but they both felt the burden of survivors guilt; somehow responsible for their loved ones deaths. Emily had nothing left of Matthew but a picture when they were mere teens, but she knew if anything happened to it, she'd be a mess too.

An hour later, they had checked everywhere but the guest bedroom which was where they were now, JJ standing in the middle of the room looking tiny and lost while Emily checked under the bed. Not finding anything there, she rose from her bent over position to her knees and happened to cast her gaze under the armoire where she saw something shiny. Careful not to assume the best, Emily patted the carpet around the foot of the armoire and came up with the missing object: a delicate silver horseshoe on a thin silver chain. "Here!" Emily declared triumphantly, getting back to her feet and handing the necklace over when JJ rushed to her side.

Tears of relief washed through the blonde as she took it with a shaky hand and inspected it for how it could have fallen off. "It's…it's broken." She mumbled, throat dry and scratchy from crying.

Emily moved out of the room towards the kitchen, beckoning JJ to follow her which she did at a zombies pace. "Come here." She said gently when JJ stood uncertainly in the doorway of the kitchen. "Let me fix it."

"Can you?" JJ asked hopefully, her voice cracked.

"I can try." Emily promised. That seemed to be enough for JJ because she handed the necklace over and Emily flipped on the recessed lighting under the cabinets to get a better look. It was a simple fix; the clasp had just bent out of shape. Knowing her way around JJ's kitchen already from numerous Girls Night's spent there, she pulled out a pair of needle nose pliers from the junk drawer and carefully righted the skewed angle of the clasp, inspecting her work carefully before stepping behind JJ and sweeping the blonde's loose hair to one side to fasten it around her neck. "There. Right where it's supposed to be."

JJ turned around to face Emily, her eyes downcast and her lower lip lodged between her teeth. "I'm sorry." She sniffed.

"Hey," Emily countered resting her hands on JJ's shoulders. "No apologies necessary, okay? I'm always here for you, Jen, no matter what."

JJ looked up with watery blue eyes into Emily's warm gaze and felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouth, pulling the older woman into a tight embrace. "Thank you." She said. It had barely come out as a whisper but Emily must have heard her because she tightened her arms around JJ