Emily bit her lip as she walked slowly up the graveled pathway, the redhead who had stabbed her pushing her forward from behind. Her hand tried to cover the wound that the younger woman had inflicted on her arm, knowing that she couldn't stop the bleeding by herself. "Didn't you say you had kids?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

The brunette quickly let her eyes shine with a glimer of hope, letting the younger woman lead her up the steps of the house. "You said that you had to get back to them and get home, meaning they're here. I doubt you want them to see all of this."

Jordyn's eyes darkened before spinning the agent around, pinning her against the wood of pillar that stood just next to the front stairs. Her lips slipped on a grim smile as she pushed nose against Emily's. "You think I'm gonna let a tini little pregnant FBI agent try to get in the way and try to ruin my plans? You have no idea what I've got in store for you, pretty lady."

Emily gave an audible gulp, gritting her teeth as she let the redhead push her into the house. Her eyes painfully fluttered open to see the gorgious, polished wooden interior of the house. A grand staircase stood at the right of her, winding its way up to the second floor. She could tell that the floor was recently cleaned by the way her feet glided across the wood. "Jordyn..."

"Hush up!"

She bit her lip, her eyes quickly catching the angry woman's. "Please Jordyn, I need a bandage for my arm."

The redhead sent a firey slap across the older woman's cheek, her darkened eyes casting a glance to the woman in pain. "My name isn't Jordyn."

Emily looked to the younger woman, her cheek stinging and bloody wound on the verge of numbing. "What do you mean?"

"Get in the living room!"

Not planning to question the angry woman, Emily did her best to hussle herself down the hall, her eyes searching for the living room.

She found herself then sitting in a padded chair, the wooden arms and backing engraved with obvious vines and family embles. "Jordyn, may I please have a bandage for my cut?"

The redhead felt herself practically spewing fire towards the older woman before she went over to the piano bench, lifting it up and taking out a medical kit. "Here," she threw the kit over to the brunette, "do it yourself." She watched as Emily did her best to open the box and take out the wrap, holding it against her stinging wound before wrapping tight around her upper arm. "So you wanna know who I am."

Emily kept her lips sealed as she continued to wrap the bandage around her arm, her eyes sneaking up to glance at the redhead who knelt before her.

"I am Jordyn, but then again I'm not," she let out a laugh, "I'm actually better than Jordyn. My name is Loyd."

The brunette felt her eyes widen before looking up to see the younger woman's smile pointed her way.

Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Emily quickly shook her head, holding the now tied bandage tight against her arm as she sat straighter in her seat. "What do you want from me?"

"Aw sweets, its not that easy. I don't necessarily want something from you...more like someone from you."

Emily felt her heart stop, her midnight orbs looking to the redhead before her. Her eyes immediately began to sting, her tongue coming out to lick her bottom lip before her hoarse voice came out to play. "What do you mean?"

Jordyn just shook her head, standing from her spot on the floor before motioning for the agent to stand with her. Once the older woman was standing from her chair, Jordyn grabbed onto her dark hair and pulled hard. She gave another smile, this one grimmer than the rest, when Emily let out a hiss. "Let me show you to your room."