Biting down hard on her bottom lip, the seemingly lost mother of one watched as the man whose house she was now residing in zip his laptop case closed. "So you're going to work?"
"I am," he nodded, turning to look at the younger brunette. "I shouldn't be home any later than seven. If so, then I'll call you."
Emily smiled gently. "Got it."
Aaron let himself pause at the look he saw in the raven haired woman's eyes, frowning when he noticed the apprehension lying behind them. "Is everything alright?"
The brunette woman took her nail from between her teeth, not wanting the man who had taken her and her daughter in to see one of her nervous habits. She didn't want him inside of her head. "Of course," she smiled. "I'm fine."
"Emily, I can see that you don't feel comfortable. If you'd like me to stay home and work from here, I can do that."
Emily quickly shook her head, taking a small step forward to look that much stronger into the older man's eyes. "No Aaron, you don't have to do that for me. I'm going to be fine staying here without you, I am."
Amelia kept herself discreet as she walked into the kitchen to get a new icepack for her still swollen fist, her lips curling inward so she wasn't to make a sound to disturb the pair.
"Then what's with the look?"
The ivory woman let out a small sigh. "It's nothing."
Aaron narrowed his gaze, watching as her hands set to her hips. "Emily."
Emily let her hard eyes glare into those of the older man before shaking her head. "I was picked up out of my old life and dropped of into this one, and I don't know what to do to myself. I had to give my diner to Steve back home and no one I've spoken to has been able to find Johnny for the time we've been away."
The FBI agent held in his sigh, not wanting to show his frustration to the younger woman. "Emily, I'm sorry but this is what we thought was best. You weren't safe there."
"I know," she agreed, running her fingers through her gently tangled hair. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to be doing all day."
Amelia sucked in a break before smacking her hand hard against the refrigerator, her green eyes widening as pain shot through her entire arm. "Fuck!"
The brunette couple quickly spun around, Emily's jaw dropping at the sight of her daughter holding her injured hand tight to her chest. "Sweetheart what happened?"
Shaking her head, the teenager fought the tears back as much as she could. "I banged it by accident," she sighed shakily. "Mom it hurts."
Aaron watched with a furrowed brow as Emily ran back to the first floor bathroom to get a washcloth, stepping forward to take the teen's hand between his. "That wasn't necessary, Mia." He shook his head when he saw her about to open her mouth. "I saw you bang it."
Amelia sucked her lips between her teeth, a single tear falling from her eyes as the older man held her hand as carefully as he could. "But now she has something to take her mind off my dad."
The father of one didn't even have time to reply before Emily made her way back into the kitchen, spinning Amelia around and cleaning the now bloodied knuckles of her hand.