What would she say? What would she do? How would Catherine tell the love of her life that she was done at the CIA? That she was coming back home, for good. Sitting in the back of a taxi, Catherine's heart began to race faster the closer the car got to Steve's house. All kinds of thoughts were racing through her mind. Regret. Pain. And something she just couldn't describe. The driver pulled down a familiar road, and suddenly all of Catherine's old feelings came rushing back. All the days and nights she spent here, and the whole life she had imagined with Steve. She had pictured the two of them raising kids and growing old together in this house. But to her surprise, Steve did not answer the door, it was Lynn. The blonde woman stood there with her hand on the door, and she looked just as surprised to see Catherine as she was to see her.

"Hi," was all Catherine could think of to say. But she said it in a tone which said: "what the hell are you doing here?" She could've sworn that Steve had broken up with her months ago. Catherine's face fell from a look of anticipation to a glum look of sheer disappointment.

"Hi," Lynn said back to her, "Steve's not here right now. Do you want me to give him a message?"

Hell no. Catherine thought. This was a conversation she needed to have with Steve face-to-face. The office. That's where she'd go next.

"Uh, no. Just… tell him I stopped by." Catherine started to turn to walk away but then paused by the sound of Lynn's voice. What does this woman want now?

"We're back together. Just so you know."

"Yeah, I figured that out when you answered the door."

The whole situation made Catherine just… straight up mad. Lynn was not good for Steve in any way. But if anything, it was her fault. She left him, and he ended up with this awful woman. Catherine turned back around to leave, but Lynn just had to keep talking.

"Catherine! Wait!" Lynn called out to her. But Catherine didn't want to stay here one more second with this woman, "Can you come in for a second?"

"I really should get going," Catherine admitted. The absolute last thing she wanted to was be in the same room, alone, with Lynn.

"I think you'll wanna come in," she answered, very insistent that Catherine come inside the house.

Sighing, Catherine left her suitcase by the porch steps and proceeded inside. The minute she stepped through that door, all the familiar feelings from years ago came rushing back. All the time she and Steve had spent together in this house. All the memories. She looked over at the couch and smiled reminiscing of all the evenings they had sat there together lying in each other's arms.

Catherine's sandals creaked the old wooden floor as she walked, following Lynn into the kitchen. She stopped and then proceeded to open a small drawer at the end of the kitchen. Inside the drawer, she pulled out a small wooden box, and Catherine almost had a heart attack. Was that the ring? Trying to keep her breathing under control, Catherine took the box from Lynn, completely ignoring what she was telling her, but regained steady breaths when all she found in the box were keys. She picked them up with her thumb and index finger and studied them. There were two keys attached to the chain along with a metal tag that read Catherine.

"What are these?" Catherine asked Lynn.

"I found them a while ago, I presume they're the keys to your house and car."

Catherine's eyes almost popped out of her head, "He kept my house and car?"

"Just my guess."

Catherine closed her eyes and grasped the keys tightly. He kept them. He kept a piece of her.

"I told him to sell them both, but the mortgage on the house was already paid off, so he just let it sit."

And all of a sudden, Catherine felt like her heart was glowing. She loved this man. She really, truly loved this man.

Holding back a waterfall of tears, Catherine stood there in the once familiar kitchen. Now flooded with new memories and past years, it felt cold. How had she left all those years ago? Why did she do it? Steve had waited for her, even though he was with another woman, even though he told her he couldn't wait for her anymore. He waited. She didn't deserve him. She didn't deserve the perfect life Catherine had once imagined them having. She didn't deserve the perfect man that Steve was.

"Thank you… ," Catherine admitted painstakingly, "Thank you so much."

"Yeah, it's fine, no big deal."

"Hey, um, do you know when Steve might be home?"

"Not sure. You know how that job is"

"Yeah,"

They both stood there in awkward silence trying to find something new to talk about, but instead, Catherine just said, "I should go."

"Yeah, you probably wanna see that your house is still intact."

Catherine laughed lightly and excused herself out the door. She pulled out her cell phone to call for an uber but was blindsided by the familiar silver truck pulling down the road. Her breathing quickened and Catherine could see her heart beating in her chest. This was it.

Catherine awkwardly stood at the end of Steve's driveway and watch the truck roll to a stop. The passenger side of the truck faced her, so when Steve jumped out and finally turned the corner of the truck, they were face to face.

"Steve!" Lynn called out, "Can you come help me with something?"

Catherine's face instantly fell, knowing that Lynn would never allow them to have the talk they needed to have.

"Give me a sec, Lynn!" Steve shouted back to Catherine's surprise.

"It's okay," Catherine admitted trying not to release her waterfall of tears, "Go ahead."

"Catherine we need to have a conversation."

"We will, we will," Catherine held up the set of keys Lynn had given her, "You know where I am."

Steve nodded and embraced both her shoulders with his hands, "I've missed you."

"Come here," Catherine said teary-eyed pulling Steve close to her body. She felt a drop of water roll down her face and land on Steve's shirt. Oh, how she had missed Steve's hugs. Desperately at that moment Catherine just wanted to kiss Steve, but Lynn was standing ten feet away from them, so she held in her urge and parted herself from Steve.

"Let me give you a ride home," Steve offered.

Home. It had been forever since she had called this place home. But it was. Hawaii would always be home. In fact, wherever Steve was would be home. And Catherine knew that her small house five miles away from Steve was not home.

"I can get a taxi," Catherine said brushing her hand across her cheek to clear away her tears, "Go be with Lynn."

Steve sighed with a longing look on his face. He wanted so badly to ask her the question: "How long was she staying?". But he didn't. Instead, he glanced at her suitcase, recalling Danny's words from years ago. "Was the suitcase small or was it big?" This suitcase was definitely big, unlike her previous one, which was small in comparison.

Steve just nodded, placed a hand on Catherine's shoulder and walked toward his house to the woman who just didn't feel the same as Catherine.

"Hey," Lynn said cheerfully to him as soon as he stepped onto the porch, "I missed you," and went in for a kiss, but Steve dodged her and just said, "I was only gone for a few hours."

"I still missed you. Now come here and give me a kiss."

"I can't."

"Is it because of Catherine?" Lynn had feared that this day would once come. The day she found the ring, she knew that he was probably still getting over a girl. But when she saw the way he looked at Catherine those few years ago, she knew he was never going to be over her. He looked at Catherine in a way he had never looked at Lynn, in a way he never would.

"I don't know, I need to figure this whole thing out."

"There is no "figuring it out". It's pretty simple. Do you love her, or do you love me?"

Steve could see the look in Lynn's eyes. These past three years may not have been real to him, but they were to her, and she deserved an explanation.

"I don't know that either.

By the time Lynn had gone back inside, all Steve saw of Catherine was her getting in the back of a car and driving away. Steve sighed, took a look through the door at Lynn and then decided what he needed to do.

"I'll be back later!" Steve called to Lynn who was sitting at the kitchen table and payed him no attention. Steve's face fell realizing that he had just broken her heart. While Catherine may have been his number one choice, Steve was Lynn's. He did care about her, and for that reason he knew that she deserved to be with someone who loved her as much as he loved Catherine. So with that finale thought in his mind, Steve closed the front door, and jumped in his truck.

"This is it," Catherine said to her Uber driver, who then slowed the the car t a halt, and popped the trunk for her. Catherine opened the door of the late model Ford and stepped from the air conditioned car into the warm Hawaiian air. She took a deep breath and dragged her suitcase out of the trunk.

But when she opened the front door to the house she once called home, it felt cold. Both literally and figuratively. Nothing about this house felt the same anymore. Nothing was the same anymore. Steve had moved on and Kono had moved away. Nothing was like she left it, and while she knew things would change, she didn't expect Hawaii to feel like a totally different place.

Catherine plopped herself down on the dusty, brown couch and closed her eyes. Steve had been here for the past three years, living his own life, and she had been off saving the world. While she was grateful for every minute of her CIA experience, she desperately hated how much she has missed out on here. So for a second, she tried to imagine just how her life would be if she hadn't left.