Sabrina, dressed down, was cooking dinner for Patrick and Emma, who were decorating for Christmas, when there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" Sabrina said cheerfully, not wanting to disturb them, as today was a good day for Emma and those were few and far between lately.
When she opened the door, she saw Robin standing there with Jason close behind. "Ah... Emma, would you come here please? It's for you."
As Robin mouthed "Thank you," to Sabrina, Patrick asked, "What do you mean, Sabrina? Who could be here for Emma this late on a school night?"
Sabrina turned toward the living room and gave Patrick a look that she hoped conveyed exactly who was at the door. When he raised a brow in semi-understanding, she nodded and he got up, picked up Emma and brought her to the door saying, "Let's see who it is," as he made his way over.
When they reached the entryway, Sabrina moved aside so Emma could see Robin. When the little girl squealed, "MOMMY!" and launched herself out of Patrick's arms, Robin caught her.
Sabrina teared up as she watched the two embrace while Jason nudged Robin inside and closed the door behind them. Once they were inside, Robin sank to her knees with Emma and pulled away so she could look at her. "Are you okay, baby? I missed you so much."
Emma nodded emphatically. "I'm okay, mommy. I was worried about you after those mean people took you away."
Robin wiped the tears from Emma's eyes and reassured her daughter. "You don't need to worry about those mean people anymore. They won't hurt me or your daddy ever again." At that, Sabrina noticed Patrick look to Jason, who nodded once in the affirmative.
"Really?"
"Yeah, baby, really. Jason, Grandma Anna and Grandpa Robert took care of everything."
At that, Emma clapped. "Yay!" Then, she looked in the living room where the half-decorated tree stood. "Wanna come see our decorations, mommy?!"
"I'd like that, Emma, but I really need to talk to daddy first. Why don't you show Jason what you've done in the meantime?"
Sabrina had to hand it to Jason. She could tell he would much rather have been a part of their conversation than sit with Emma as she showed him all of her decorations, but he was a good sport and went over to the tree with her.
Once they were gone, Robin turned to Patrick and pulled him into a tight hug.
When Robin pulled him into the hug, Patrick glanced at Sabrina. However, instead of being upset, as he expected, she was actually smiling. They stood there like that for about a minute until Robin pulled away, crying, and cupped his face in her hands. Worriedly she asked, "I've been so worried about you. Are you alright, Patrick?"
"I'm fine," he replied, truly sick of answering that question, but trying to be understanding in this instance. "No major damage. Either Helena wasn't shooting to kill me or being a popsicle seriously messed with her vision."
Patrick laughed at his own joke, but neither Sabrina nor Robin reciprocated. "What? That was funny…"
Sabrina rolled her eyes while Robin scolded him. "It was not. You could have died, Patrick. What the hell were you thinking?"
"That's the problem, Robin, I wasn't thinking. I saw Emma in Victor's arms and I just lost it. After all the trouble that man caused our family, I just snapped."
"Robin glanced at Jason playing with Emma and then said, "Well, we don't have to worry about him - or any of them - anymore."
Patrick, wary, asked, "What happened?"
"I think the less you know, the better, for your sake and Emma's. Just in case."
Patrick was about to question Robin some more, but the smoke detector started going off in the kitchen and Sabrina shouted, "Oh, no, dinner!" as she ran through the swinging doorway. Before Patrick could follow, Jason jumped up from the couch and ran to the kitchen, saying, "Got it," as he went past.
Patrick harrumphed. "No job is too small for 'Super Jason', huh?"
Robin chuckled. "Really, Patrick? What are you? Three?" Then, she looked at him, really looked at him, and added, "My God, you're jealous, aren't you?"
"No… I'm not. I just… could have handled it... but he always has to be the hero." Then, for good measure, he added, "Even if the villain is a smoke alarm."
Robin laughed wholeheartedly. "Wow. I thought you were bad on the Fourth when Dr. Delicious was fawning all over her, but this is way worse…. Which leads me to assume the two of you are back together."
"Yeah, we are," Patrick answered honestly.
He saw sadness cross Robin's face, but she recovered quickly and said, "Congratulations." Patrick, feeling bad for what they'd lost, said, "Robin…," but she cut him off. "No, really, I'm glad. When you got shot, I knew that she was the only other person capable of calming Emma down. If we can't be together, then I'm glad the two of you have Sabrina."
"Really?" Patrick asked, skeptically. "So.. We're good?"
"Yeah, Patrick, we're good." Robin looked away briefly and wiped her eyes. Then, she turned back. "I was wondering if I could take Emma home with me tonight - and for a few days? I know it's not scheduled, but, I was hoping…"
"Of course, Robin. You've been gone for weeks and she's been distraught. I know Emma would like nothing more than to spend time alone with you."
"Thanks," Robin said as she reached out to squeeze his hand. He reciprocated as they shared a smile and then he watched as Robin went to tell their daughter the good news.