He found her in the locker room, nursing an open wound and she was crying. He rarely saw her cry, or show signs of sadness, even after everything that had happened to her. She didn't even notice that he was there.
"Allison?" She still didn't respond, just kept dabbing at her wound. It looked like someone had stabbed her with a needle, and by the way she was crying he guessed it was Foreman. That damned bastard. He'd infected her on purpose.
"Allison." He placed his hands over hers, causing her to look at him, startled, but she didn't try to stop her tears, she carried on weeping, falling into his arms as she did.
He held her, stroked her hair and made soft 'shhing' sounds. Sure Cameron was hard to deal with sometimes, but that was no reason to infect her. He couldn't watch her die. He loved her, or at least, though he did, was sure he did.
"It's alright, you're going to be alright." She just clung onto him, her crying subsiding but her grip tight as ever.
"I try to be a nice person, nice to everyone," started crying again, burying her face into his chest.
Softly, he kissed the top of her head, repeating the action so she'd know that he cared, that he thought she was a nice person. He didn't need to say anything, neither of them did, they just seemed to understand as he dressed her wound while she watched him, her tears gone, but her cheeks still moist.
"You won't die. I won't let you." She met his eyes, focused on his and before she knew what she had done she was kissing him, her arms around his neck and his arms around her waist, It felt right, perfect, just like it had when they'd had sex a few months earlier, though this felt a lot more than the sex had, even though she'd been on meth at the time. Chase had helped her there at that time; he always helped her. He did seem to care about her, and that's what she needed; love.
"He stabbed me, with a needle, a needle that had been in him. He wants me to die, he wants me to suffer like him, because I thought we were friends." Chase just carried on holding her, almost rocking her back and forth as she held onto him as well.
"You'll be alright, I'm here and I won't hurt you, or let him hurt you. I care about you. I think I love you." A faint smile spread across her face as he smiled down at her.
"I think I love you too," she whispered, before their lips met again, this time softer and more careful, loving and neither regretted it as they smiled at each other before going their separate ways to the office and the cop's house, with the chance and promise that things were going to be okay, for both of them.