She wraps her arms around Jane. She hugs her tightly. Finally she looks up at Jane. "I won't call you Jane," she answers. Jane smiles from ear to ear.
"Peyton! Don't be rude," Emily scolds in a tiny five year old voice.
"Emily it's ok, she won't mind."
An officer comes and gets Emily. Jane stands frozen, with her daughter's arms wrapped around her. Finally she takes a breath, and returns to reality.
"We should go."
"Wait."
"What?"
"You've got to find Emily's mom."
Jane looks down at her daughter. "I thought she was dead."
Peyton shakes her head. "No she's missing Emily."
"Are you sure?"
"I was there."
"You were there? Peyton what are you talking about?"
Peyton takes a seat on the bottom bunk. Jane bends down to her level. Listening as Peyton paints the picture, "I was six, and dad had a girlfriend. He was at work, and she was watching me. She was watching Emily too. Emily was her friend's baby. She was so little, maybe a month old. Sarah had been dad's girlfriend for a couple of months. She was nice to me, and so I told her. When dad got home from work we were in the car. She was getting ready to leave. He made her get out of the car. He took her in the house. I heard two shots. When he came back to the truck I could see fire through the front window. He didn't realize Emily was even in the car until we were an hour away, and by then it was too late."
Jane doesn't say a word. She simply wraps her arms around Peyton. She holds her tight.
"I can't breathe," Peyton huffs.
Jane lets go. "I'm sorry that...I'm just so sorry that..."
"It's ok," Peyton replies as she wipes a single tear from Jane's face.
"I'm just so glad that you're ok," Jane admits as she pushes Peyton's hair out of her face.
"I knew that you'd find me."
"I should have found you sooner. I'm sorry that I didn't."
"It doesn't matter, you're here now."
Jane breathes a sigh of relief. "Are you ready?" Jane questions.
"For what?"
"To go home," Jane answers.
"Wait," Peyton throws up her finger. Jane stands in the doorway, just watching the beautiful girl. Peyton walks over to the desk, and opens a jewelry box. She pulls out something, and closes the lid on the box. She grabs the photo album next to it, and walks to the doorstep. She stops when she reaches Jane. She takes Jane's hand. She hesitates. She looks at the back of her hand. She meets Jane's eyes only for a moment. She flips her hand over and places something cold inside it. Peyton folds Jane's finger's over the object.
Jane opens her hand, and finds a necklace. It's a plain silver chain, with a silver sand dollar on it. Peyton's eyes meet hers. Jane's lips tighten into a smile.
"You let me borrow it that morning, so I wouldn't cry," Peyton reminds her.
Jane tries to hold back the tears. She takes a breath, but doesn't say a word. She slips the chain over Peyton's head. She holds out her hand. Peyton takes her hand, but doesn't hold on to it very tightly. They walk toward the front door of the house. Jane stops in the doorway for a moment, "You're not going to hurt me," she tells Peyton as she pushes the screen door open. She steps outside, onto the porch. Jane steps from the porch onto the sidewalk. Peyton follows closely. They're is silence the between the two of them as they pass the police cars. Peyton doesn't hesitate as she passes the car with her father inside. They reach the end of the driveway, and step onto the street. Halfway to the car Peyton ends the silence.
"What happened to your hand?"
"I don't think that is a conversation for tonight."
"When I wake up..."
"I'm not going anywhere. No one is going to take you away from me, ever, ever again."
Jane pulls the door of the SUV open, and finds Maura in the third row of seats. Peyton climbs into, and slides over to the driver's side of the car. Jane joins her in the backseat.
"Maura..." Jane begins.
"Hello Peyton," Maura smiles.
"Peyton this is Dr. Isles."
"She's with you?" Peyton questions.
"Yes," Jane answers.
"I'm fine," Peyton points out.
"I'm not that kind of doctor."
"Oh," Peyton curls up against the door as the FBI agent climbs into the driver's seat. Maura hands Jane a blanket. Jane takes off her jacket, and folds it up. She lays it on her lap. Peyton lays her head on Jane's lap as Jane covers her with a fleece blanket. The ride back to the airport is silent.
Maura grabs her bags. And the agent grabs Jane's without a word from her. Jane carefully slips out of the car. She carefully lifts the sleeping girl out. Peyton wraps her legs around Jane's waist, and wraps her arms around her neck. She rests her head on Jane's shoulder.
They board the plane without Peyton making a peep. About fifteen minutes into the flight Jane drifts off. She soon jerks awake. She looks around and finds Maura sitting next to window. The seat between them is empty. Jane begins breathing heavily.
"It was a dream wasn't it?"
"What are you talking about?" Maura questions.
"Peyton," is all she can manage to get out.
"Jane it wasn't a dream."
"Where is she?" she demands.
"Calm down," Maura warns looking at the half-full plane of sleeping people.
"I..."
"Lower your voice. You're going to wake everyone up. Jane, Peyton is fine, she's in the bathroom."
"Oh," Jane sighs. Jane looks down the aisle. She sees a bathroom door open, and watches as Peyton steps out. Peyton makes her way towards Jane. She quietly slips past Jane, and takes the seat next to her. She fastens her belt. And the stewardess announces, "We will now begin out descent into Boston."
"What time is it?" Peyton questions.
"Late," Jane responds.
"What am I going to wear tomorrow?" Peyton questions.
"That's what you're worried about?" Jane looks at her daughter.
"We didn't bring any clothes," Peyton points out.
"Oh..."
"Don't worry I've got it covered," Maura announces.
Jane just looks at Maura questioningly, but doesn't say a word.