While her mother was talking to the man in a white coat, Diana decided she was going to take her brother into the room that her brother's daddy was in.

Something had happened to him. The adults kept saying he had no memories. He did not even remember his own name.

Diana thought that solution was simple. Tell him. Then he would know his name and they would be able to leave this place with all of the strange smells and too bright lights. This place also seemed to make her mommy very sad. Her mommy wanted Kelly's daddy to leave this place with them, and for them all to go home.

So Diana pushed her brother's stroller into the room. He see's the two children enter. He smiles at them and asks, "Hello, who might the two of you be?"

"I'm Diana. And this is my brother Kelly, you're his daddy, and Your name is Nick'' The little blonde girl states matter of factly.

"My name is Nick and I'm a father. I have a family." Nick leans back on his bed and sighs with relief. It was nice to know his own name, but it was an even bigger comfort to know that he had a family. If these two children were in his hospital room, than their mother had to be close by. Which meant she cared about him enough to come to his side when he was in trouble.

Helping the little girl and her brother into the bed, so they could cuddle with him, (Diana's insistence that it would make him feel better.) Nick wondered what the mother looked like. She would have to be blonde. He had gone to the bathroom a short time earlier and saw in the mirror that he had near black hair and blue eyes. So his little girl would have to take more after her mother. She was a pretty little girl. The mother must be pretty too. Then Nick thought, if he had two children with her, than he must find her very attractive.

There soon came into the room, three people. A man with brown hair and a beard, and two women. One a brunette that stood very close to the man. The other, a pretty petite blonde. This woman was obviously the children's mother.

"Hey buddy. Do you remember me?" The bearded man said.

"I'm sorry, I don't. Are we friends?"

"Best friends." The bearded man assured. "I'm Monroe and this is my wife Rosalie." Monroe pointing to the brunette. Then he points to the blonde, "And this is Adalind" He says the name as if it should register some how with Nick.

Nick notices that while all three looked extremely concerned, the petite blonde looked as if she was close to tears.

He sensed that he was the cause of that. Him being hurt and lying in a hospital bed, with no memory of his life.

"She must really care about me." He thought to himself.

Looking at the blonde woman, Nick felt a flash of something. There was no specific memory. Rather, his body recalled the feel of smooth skin, and warm breath, of bare flesh pressed against him. Sensing that this woman was his lover, he asked her, "Are you my wife?"

Monroe asks, "Dude, are you remembering something about your life?"

Nick shook his head. I just have this strong feeling that she and I care about each other. I don't know where it's coming from, or why it is, but I just know she and I belong together."

Adalind smiled, her heart pounding with hope that everything will be alright, clarified for Nick, "We're not married, but we do live together."

Nick nodded. "I feel that we've been intimate, a lot. So, I think that means we must like each other. A lot. And since this little girl," He places his hand on Diana's head. "Said the little boy was her brother and my son, and the pretty blonde is obviously her mother, that means she's the mother of my son. We're already a family, I guess we just never got around to the legal paperwork."

"It's way more complicated than that, Nick" Adalind tried to explain. Though her heart fluttered at being called pretty by Nick, even though he had no memory of his life with her, she still felt the need to let him know their life was anything but normal.

"Nick, I hate it here. Can we please go home now?" Diana demanded.

The brunette woman says, "Sweety, I'm not sure Nick will feel ok about being in a house with someone that he barely knows."

The fuchsbau was remembering everything back when Juliette had lost all of her memories of Nick. It had been an awkward, uncomfortable and painful situation. It had taken months of emotional heartache and Juliette getting her memories back before they had been in a loving relationship again.

Of course, all of the good had eventually come undone once again, after events that might have started with what Adalind did to Nick, but spun out of control when Juliette loved power and revenge more than she loved Nick.

However, whatever bond there was between Nick and Adalind, was much stronger than the bond that had existed between him and Juliette.

Nick sat up straighter and nearly shouted "I want to go home with my family." Seeing the shocked faces appear on the adults, Nick said a little more calmly, looking at Adalind, "If it's alright with you?"

Adalind just nods her head yes. Far to emotional to say anything.

Monroe and Rosalie get the doctor while Adalind stays in Nick's room, since her presence is comforting to him.

After the doctor examined Nick and cleared him to go home, with strict instructions to continue to take it easy for the next two weeks, They gathered up Nick's things and headed out.

Nick noticed the clothes they had gathered were very dirty and a little torn. He had also noticed a badge and a gun. "Am I a cop?" He asked Adalind.

"You're a detective." She answered. "A good one. One of the best, in fact." She smiled brightly with pride. Then sobered and said seriously, "But until your memories come back, you're on leave."

So he not only had a family, but also a career. One he was evidently really good at. Nick's life was sounding better and better to him. He wished he could remember it.

"What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything? No one will tell me anything?"

Monroe was the one to answer. "Honestly, buddy, no one knows. You were found laying on the ground, unconscious. The doctor said you had a sever concussion. Looked like several massive blows to the head. We think you might have encountered something that got the better of you."

"Something?"

Nick saw them all exchange strange looks, and he knew there was something they were not telling him.

Maybe his life wasn't as wonderful as he thought.