Summary: We all know what happened when Matt's mom died, but what would happen if Emily's mom died?

Matt and Emily take a trop to Albany, NY after Emily's mom dies.

Disclaimer: If I really owned Standoff I wouldn't be writing ff.

"Flannery," Matt said answering his phone.

"Matt," Emily said.

"Emily," Matt said, eyes widening at the sound of her voice, "Are you okay?"

"Yea I'm fine," Emily answered. Beginning to feel bad, "I'm sorry I didn't call last night. I slept over my aunt's house."

"Emily I am so sorry," Matt expounded, "I shouldn't have pushed you."

"Matt," Emily said, "Lets not do this over the phone. I'll be at the hotel room in thirty minutes and we'll talk then."

"Em," Matt started.

"I'll see you in a bit," Emily said and hung up the phone.

"Sweetie, are you sure you want to do this," Ms. Yanuck asked.

"I am," Emily said, "It's the one thing I have been so sure about since I've got here."

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Thirty-three minutes later Emily knocked on the door and then opened it.

"Hi," was the only thing she could get out.

"Hi," Matt replied, "I missed you last night."

"Me too," Emily said beginning to feel the tears well up. She had to tell him. She had been planning it out all morning and all last night. She knew she had to do it. "Matt, I have…" she began but could not finish.

"Emily," Matt said coming closer to her. He looked in to her eyes, "I can help, if you want me to. And if you don't want me to I won't. I just want to be there. Always."

"Matt," Emily pleaded, "Please don't. I'm-"

"I love you," Matt interrupted. He began to pour his heart out, "Emily Lehman, I love you. I've loved you since the time we were assigned. I'd do anything and everything for you."

"Then please, go back to L.A." Emily said unable to look Matt in the eyes.

"What," Matt said, his face dropping.

"I have a few vacation weeks coming up and I am going to spend some time getting to know my aunt and some other family. Find my family and myself. I know it sounds stupid a twenty-nine year old woman going to find herself," she said with a chuckle, "But I never did it while I was young but I'm going to now, while I still can."

"Emily," Matt said trying with all his might to keep his cool, "Are you ending this?"

Emily didn't say anything as she continued to hold back the tears. All she could do was turn her head.

Matt, who was near tears himself, said, "Then look at me and tell me you don't want to be with me. You find that we shouldn't be together. Tell me you don't love me."

Lying had become secondhand these past few days to Emily but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not now. Not to Matt. Not when she loved him. Not when she loved him so much that even thinking about breaking up with him had caused her to cry. "There is a flight to LAX in four hours. I'll stick around until you finish packing and then I'll drive you to the airport."

"Emily," Matt tried.

"Matt please don't," Emily asked. The tears finally flowing down her cheeks.

"I'll catch a cab," Matt said, "Go be with your family."

"Thanks, for everything," Emily said, and with that she was out the door.

A/N: Road trips have a tendency to be boring. Blame it on NorCal and their stupid cows.