AN: So this was something that someone requested it takes place a few seconds after season three ended. It won't be too long I hope but a few chapters anyways, just some cute fluff. Just want to point out I do this for fun and I am not a professional writer. I switched this to Al's perspective

Hospital:

"Al, stop it. I'm fine I'm not going to die," She said.

I'd been staring at her for the past few minutes. Trying to give her a 'look' that implied she was in serious trouble.

"You almost died again," I said firmly.

"And I know you'll be there to bring me pudding next time,"

I sighed, shoulders slumping. "You can't keep doing this,"

She studied my face, "Well I think I can, now give me your pudding,"

"What? You had one,"

"Al I almost died," She reminded me.

I grumbled, "Fine,"

She took her time eating playing with the spoon, "So when can I leave?"

"Tomorrow I think,"

"Not good enough, I want out now,"

l didn't like her tone of voice it was the 'I'll do anything I want because I'm Carrie Wells star detective'. "You should really spend the night,"

"Your place or mine?" She asked slowly licking the spoon clean.

"Since your place right now is a hospital, neither,"

The door opened, "Hey is now a good time?" Jay asked, Murray was standing behind him.

"I was just heading out, you may want to tell the nurses to cuff her to the bed though," I gave Carrie another warning look before leaving.

Al's apartment:

l was completely mixed up I couldn't get her out my mind. Angry, happy, relieved, excited, shocked, I had no idea what the correct feeling was. Mostly relief but all the other feelings kept coming up and those were the ones that made me nervous. I wanted to punch the wall of the shower but settled for turning it on.

I tried to give myself two minutes to feel nothing; it was a coping mechanism from way back. Once it was over I took a deep breath she was my partner, and only my partner.

Hell she had never been just my partner ever since I first met her there was always something more. If I let my feelings get the better of me I'd end up alone again.

I had to stop thinking about her flirting, she flirted a lot, we had history it didn't mean anything it was just Carrie. It was hard though we had talked about wedding destinations so very long ago.

I sat down Carrie was a fucking nightmare but one I didn't want to live without.