Emily kept her eyes trained on the road before as she listened to the small cries that came from the woman beside her. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip as she turned a corner, parking the car on the side of a private road so she could turn to the woman in her passanger seat. "Jordyn? Do you need a tissue or something?"

The redhead gave a sigh before shaking her head, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her torn jacket. "No thank you." She looked to the older woman who looked her way, and her eyes immediately teared back up. "You're so sweet."

Emily gave a smile, reaching over the gear shift to take Jordyn's hand in her own. "You're gonna be just fine, alright? We're gonna get you home so you can be with your kids."

"Thank you so much!"

The older woman shook her head, her hands going back to the steering wheel before she looked out the window. "You don't have to keep thanking me, Jordyn. Just give me your street address and I'll drop you off."

Jordyn gave a nod before pointing straight ahead, her eyes looking down the pebbled road ahead of them. "I live just at the end of this street."

Emily's dark eyes widened as her foot once again stepped on the accelorator. "Isn't this entire avenue private?"

"Yes."

Her lips curled into a smile as she glanced to the redhead beside her. "You and your husband own all of this?"

Jordyn tried for a smile as she nodded her head. "My grandfather lived on this road and gave it to me in his will. The ranch is on about four acres of land."

Emily gave a little laugh as they rounded a corner. "You say that as if its not enough."

"Well living with five kids, your sister, your husband and four horses kind of makes any house feel cramped."

"...Well you sure have your hands full."

Jordyn gave a snort, rolling her eyes as they pulled up to the gate. "You're tellin' me."

Emily slowly pulled the car up to the entrance of the gate and halted just before it, her wide eyes roaming aorund the front yard and ranch house. It looked like a three story cabin, the front porch holding two large rocking chairs with a golden retriever pawing at one of them. "Your house looks amazing. Its so big."

The redhead smiled over to the older woman, trying to wipe her drying tears from her cheeks. "Yeah. It's pretty perfect." She quickly opened her door, stepping out just a bit too hurriedly and spilled the contents of her purse out onto the graveled floor. "Oh!"

Emily hurried to get out of her seat, opening her door and rushing over to where Jordyn stood, bent over her belongings. "Its ok, I can help you."

Jordyn shook her head, kneeling beside the older woman and letting fresh tears fall freely from her eyes. "No! It doesn't matter. Everything is just total shit right now."

The brunette tried for a smile as she stuffed a couple of loose tampons and a lipstick container into the younger woman's purse. "Jordyn, just try and take some deep breaths. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems to be."

She nodded. "You're right." An evil grin spread over the redhead's features and her eyes noticeably darkened as she looked to the FBI agent that knelt next to her. "You should remember that."

Emily frowned as the other woman's deepening voice rang in her ears. "Excuse me?"

Pain immediately radiated itself from her arm to her collarbone, and Emily's eyes widened as she looked up to the now standing redhead. She whimpered slightly as she fell on her bottom, her hand clutching her bleeding arm as she tried to scramble away from the younger woman that stood above her.

Jordyn grinned as she watched the brunette agent try to wiggle away. "Where do you think you're goin', sweetie?"

Emily shook her head, cursing herself when she remembered that she had locked her gun in the glove compartment of her car. "You stay away from me!"

"Come on, Em-"

"Stay away from me!"

Jordyn's grin slipped away from her features as she stomped over to the brunette on the floor, kicking the tip of her boot into the stab wound she had caused. "Don't talk back to me, Agent Prentiss!"

Emily gave a cry as she tried her best to sit up straight, looking up to the younger woman with pleading eyes. "Please, just let me go. Please? I can't fight back and frankly, I don't have the strength."

"Oh, is the big bad FBI agent scared of a little knife?"

"Please!" Emily shook her head, ignoring the snarl that was being sent her way. "I can't let my baby get hurt."

Jordyn's eyes widened as she looked down to the woman on the ground. "You're pregnant?"

Emily bit her lip before nodding her head, her eyes closed tight as the pain seemed to flow from her arm and into her chest. "Yeah."

"...Get up."

The brunette nodded slowly, taking her time to get herself up and off of the ground. When she felt that she was as steady as she could get, her stinging eyes looked to the younger woman before her, her gaze averting from the knife in her hand to the dark eyes that looked her way. "If you let me get back to work, then I can tell them that I was in an accident. You won't get sent to jail or anything."

Jordyn's eyes bore into Emily's, her voice thickening with every word that escaped past her lips. "Open the gate, and walk up the path."

"Bu-"

"I said to walk up the path. NOW!"

Emily shook her head, a tear sliding down her glowing cheek as her wounded arm wrapped around her stomach, the fingers of her free hand feeling the flow of the blood that seeped from her cut. "Just calm down, please."

The redhead practically had steam blowing out her ears as she stomped up to the older woman, taking a hold of her slender neck before stabbing the rigid blade back into the brunette's arm. She smiled wide as the agent crumpled and fell into her arms, feeling victorious at the cry that spewed itself from the other woman's throat. "Ready to follow the rules?"