The ivory snow fell hard around the kissing couple that stood just outside their home's entrance doors, the wind ceasing as if it knew that this was their last moment together for as long as they knew. Michael Prentiss had given his driver the day off, taking the family's newest Rolls Royce to pick up his daughter with his best bodyguard in the backseat. It was time to go.
Emily let out a small breath as she pulled her lips from the younger girl's, her hands cupping those freckled cheeks that she loved so much to shield them from the cold. "I'll call you when I get there, ok?"
The Christian girl's lips quivered, tears falling from her crystal eyes at the look her girlfriend was sending her. "I don't want you to go away," she whispered, the brunette's jacket curling between her fingers as she gripped it harder. "D.C is so far away."
"But remember, it's not as far as London. This is so much better than it could be," she nodded, leaning forward to set their foreheads together. "We'll be ok."
"I'll call you every day I get home from school, ok? Then we can talk before dinner and just before bed."
"During bed," the brunette winked, needing to see a smile from the younger girl to make sure she would be ok.
Jennifer exploded into laughter out in the middle of the street, her hands tightening around the material of her girlfriend's jacket. "Of course during bed, what was I thinking?"
"Well I don't know what you were thinking, but I'm damn sure that I'm gonna need your help from time to time getting to bed," she husked as she ran her thumbs along the younger girl's soft cheeks. Emily bit her lip, feeling those unwanted tears begin to sting at the corners of her eyes as she shook her head. "I love you"
Nodding her head, Jennifer pulled her girlfriend toward her to take her into another kiss. "I love you too," she breathed, her hands going up to cup those that lay on her cheeks. "I love you so much."
Hearing the driver's side door slam shut, the eighteen year old pulled away from her girlfriend with a small nod. "I'll call you as soon as I get there, I swear." She pressed a final kiss to the blonde's waiting lips before giving a wave over to the family she had already said goodbye to. It was harder than anything to leave them, but she knew nothing could change the fact that it was happening.
Emily quickly wiped away the tears that were falling down her ivory features as she jumped into the car, shaking her dark head of hair to get the flakes of snow out of her curled locks. "I'm ready," she nodded, taking the smallest of peeks at the older man beside her. "We can go."
The eighteen year old's father leaned over the console and pressed his lips lovingly against his daughter's temple. "We'll see them all again soon, Princess. I wouldn't let you go at least a month without your girlfriend," he winked, hoping to get a chuckle out of his baby girl.
Emily's lips curled into a small smile to please her father before she turned to look out the front windshield, not able to bear the looks on those Jareau faces as they drove away.
Jennifer let out a cry at the sight of the black car driving down the town's main road until it was out of sight, her hands clutching those of her sister and father as Richard wrapped his arms around her from behind. She was actually gone.