She crept quietly back in the house, her red eyes wide as she continued down the hall. "Jen?" She was scared of what she'd find once she'd make it down to the end of the walkway. "JJ?"

Slowly peeking around the corner, she saw her friend wiping away the single tear that had fallen from her eye. "Hi."

Emily cried as she walked back into the room, letting the younger woman have enough time to stand before she tackled her in a hug. "I'm so sorry."

"I get it," the mother cooed.

Fighting the quiver of her lips and the sniffle she would be forced to make if she kept crying, the brunette tightened her arms around her friend's neck. "I don't want you to die." She sounded like a child, her voice weak and cracking with every syllable.

JJ pressed her lips against the older woman's sweating skin and gently sat them down. "Calm down, ok? Do you need some water?" Pushing a strand of ebony hair behind her ear, the dying woman did her best to smile. "Maybe a glass of your favorite wine?"

Emily's puffed eyes glanced up to the agent she had spent so many years spilling secrets to, and her dried out tongue came to swipe over her bottom lip. "That was the main reason I came over," she said shakily. "I'm pregnant."

"Em," the blond gushed, her hand reaching up to cover her gaping mouth. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," she whispered, bowing her head as another rush of tears flooded her eyes.

JJ took the older woman's chin between her fingers and lifted, forcing Emily's eyes to stare into hers. "Don't be sad. Death happens, there's nothing we can do to prevent it."

"I was going to ask you to be the godmother," Emily sniffled.

Feeling her eyes begin to water once again, and she set her hand to her heart. "I would have been honored."

Emily's brow furrowed when she saw the younger woman blink, her lids looking as if they were growing heavier by the second. "Are you ok?"

"I didn't want to wait this through," the young mother stated carefully, leaning back against the cushions of her couch. "You know how much I love to get things done quickly," she laughed.

"Will!" Emily moved closer to the blond and set a hand to her cheek, tears streaming down her face when she felt a coldness begin to grow. "JJ, what did you do?"

The southerner raced down the steps and fell onto the couch just beside his wife, reaching down to grab onto his hand. "You said it would take at least an hour, chere."

"I think I took too many for that to happen."

Emily's eyes darted over to the only man in the room. "What is she talking about? What did she take?"

"She took some pills," the upset man nodded somberly. "She didn't want to let the cancer take her."

JJ couldn't even open her eyes to see the sadness etched across her friend's face. "This is why I wanted you here, Em. I want you to stay with me."

"Please don't do this," she begged through grit teeth, her hand tightening around the weakening woman's. "Will call an ambulance."

"I can't do that, Em. She doesn't want me to."

Emily sobbed, curling into the blonde's side as she felt her begin to wither away. "But what about Henry?"

"I spent all day with him," JJ smiled. "I wanted him to know how much I love him. I always will." She tilted her head, resting her forehead against the older woman's. "Tell everyone I love them, ok? Ok, Em?"

"I will," she promised. Her tears falling and tangling with the younger woman's golden blond hair, Emily finally took in a deep breath.

And with her friend growing heavier in the hold of her arms, Emily knew what her child's name would be.

Jennifer.