Finally settling herself down on the couch that she had been using for a bed, Emily slipped under the covers, letting out a sigh once her head was resting against the fluffed pillow she had stolen from her savior's bed. Biting her lip, the mother thought about that evening and how close she and Aaron had been, tucking Jack in together, helping Mia with her hand that needed a bandage change and then cleaning up the dining room and kitchen to get rid of the remains of food she had cooked for dinner.

The older man was doing things for her and her daughter that was completely unneeded, but he had no problem with it. He continued to give even when he didn't know if he could anymore, and Emily didn't know how she would even begin to repay him.

She smiled. He had been so sweet to her and Amelia, and showing the fatherly side he had when speaking to her daughter or taking care of little Jack was something that had surprised Emily. She didn't know he could be so nice and forthcoming, let alone give a smile from time to time.

Barely having the chance to close her tired eyes, Emily's head turned to look up toward the house's front door, hearing a small knocking on the painted wood.

The mother of one frowned before getting up and off of the couch, fixing her shirt to make sure nothing was showing as she made her way through the foyer. "Hello?" Who would be knocking on the door at eleven at night? Looking through the small peephole, her brows furrowed when she saw nobody standing on the porch.

She reached for the doorknob, quickly undoing the chain and deadbolt before opening up the door to make sure that there was really no one out there. If she left someone just standing on the porch then that wouldn't be good.

"Emmy."

Emily's chocolate eyes widened at the familiar face, her lips parting to let her gasp escape from her throat. "Johnny."

The brunette man grinned at his ex, walking inside the quaint little house that the mother of his child seemed to now reside in. "Did ya' miss me, babe?" he chuckled, slamming the door closed and reaching behind him to lock the door.

"Aaron!"

Johnny reached forward and grabbed the former diner owner's wrists, shoving her back into the living room until she stumbled and hit the back of the couch. "Shut the fuck up," he growled. "Shut up."

Emily looked away, fighting the terrified scream that wanted to rip through her body when he bumped up against her. "You have to leave, Johnny. You need to leave now!"

"Oh, but what if I don't want to leave?"

She did her best to shove him away, her wrists suffocatingly tight in his hold as he continued to shake her. "Aaron!"

"What did I say?" he screamed, taking one hand away to slap her across the face. "You wanna try that again?"

Emily cried, hot tears falling down her now stinging cheek as her ex moved close enough to waft his breath across her face. "You can't be here," she whispered, her dark eyes looking away from the face that had been haunting her dreams for days. "You have to leave."

"I don't want to leave. I want my family back."

Shaking her head, Emily finally looked back into the father of her daughter's eyes and pushed against him. "We are not your family! We're not yours anymore, do you not get that?"

Johnny grit his teeth, sending his ex falling to the floor before he grabbed a candlestick holder on the nearest mantle. "You fucking come back home or I'll be sure to ram this through your skull."

"No!"

The older man fell to his knees beside the squirming mother of one ad raised the silver holder above his head. "Tell your dead daddy I say hi."

"AARON!"

Emily flew from the couch, her hair sticking up and out every which way as tears fell from her eyes. Her heart pounding, the brunette woman's hands went to feel around her wrists, making sure they weren't chafed. Had he really been there?

"Emily?" Aaron came running down from his room and knelt beside the couch, doing his best to get the younger woman's eyes to move to him and off of her hands. "Emily what happened?"

Emily's arms wrapped tight around the FBI agent's neck, sobs flying from the deepest center of her chest with tears running down her cheeks. "Aaron he was here," she whispered frightenedly, pulling back to look into the older man's eyes. "He was here, Aaron. He was here!"

Aaron shook his head, getting up to sit beside the frantic woman on the couch. "Who was here?"

"Johnny," she cried, her hands running along the length of her scalp and face to feel for any wounds. "He was here, I swear!"

"Calm down," he cooed, bringing the younger brunette closer to him with his hands gently holding onto her waving arms. "Emily, no one is here."

"No but he was!"

Aaron forced Emily's eyes to look into his, his hands moving up to cup her damp cheeks. "You need to pay attention to me, alright? Focus on me."

Emily's lips quivered as she tried to focus on the older man's comforting gaze. "He raped me," she cried, "and h-he hurt my baby, Aaron. He touched my daughter."

"Emily!" He moved as close as he could to the mother of one and held her to him, his arms wrapping tight around her shaking body to try and calm her down. "You have to breathe or I can't help you. Can you do that for me?"

Breathing in a shaky breath through parted lips, Emily set her hands to the older man's back. "I don't want to sleep down here anymore," she whimpered, holding onto the dark haired man as if he were her favorite teddy bear. "Can I move upstairs please? I can't be near the door anymore."

"You don't have to ask, ok?" Aaron helped her stand from the couch and took her pillow in his hand that wasn't resting on her back. "You're coming up to sleep with me, alright? If you're in my bed, I will sleep on the side nearest to the door and that'll help."

"No I can't do that," she whispered, not wanting to wake the children as they walked up the steps to the second floor.

"You can and you will."

Emily shook her head. "Bu-"

"No buts," the FBI agent chasted, helping the younger woman into his room and shutting the door behind him. "I'll stay with you throughout the night and show you that it's ok. Sound good?"

Looking up with tear-filled eyes, Emily let Aaron push her along the wooden floor and over to the bed. "Ok."

Amelia peeked through her bedroom door just in time to see her mother and the man of the house disappearing behind the door of the master bedroom, and she gagged. Not something a child should see.