Authors Note: This came to me after I posted the story and I felt it was a great way to end the story so I added it.
Epilogue
As Baez walked down the hall to her apartment she fished inside the plastic bag of her possessions for her keys. She reached her door, keys in hand, unlocked the door and let herself in. She locked the door behind her and turned on the lights as she walked through her apartment. When she reached her bedroom she dropped the bag on her bed and headed over to her dresser. On her way over she passed the mirror and caught sight of herself in the grey sweatpants and sweatshirt the hospital had provided her after she and Danny tested negative for anthrax. She stared at herself for a moment before continuing over to the dresser. From one drawer she pulled out some underwear, from another a pair of pyjama bottoms and finally from the middle drawer she pulled a t shirt. She walked back over to the bed and placed the clothes on it. She kicked off the shoes she had been provided and grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt. As she went to lift it over her head she caught a whiff of the anti microbial soap she had used earlier. She stopped as images of the days events flashed through her mind. She dropped the hem of the sweatshirt, turned on her heal and walked over to the bathroom. She walked in and turned on the shower, then pealed off the sweatshirt and pants and dropped them in the hamper. She crossed the room and tested the water with her hand before stepping into the shower. She let out a contented sigh as she stood still letting the hot water run over her body. After a few minutes she reached out and picked up a bottle of shampoo, she opened it and squirted some onto her hand. She placed the bottle back and as she began to massage her scalp she closed her eyes.
Her mind immediately transported her to the decontamination shower and she found herself yet again face to face with a very naked Danny. She stared as she had earlier, taking in every inch of his body. As she stared the Danny in her mind began to move. Her breathing and heart rate increased as he walked over, slowly closing the gap between them. They were less than a foot apart when he lifted his arms and reached out to touch her.
Her eyes flicked open and she was back, alone in the shower in her apartment. She sighed as she rinsed the last of the shampoo from her hair. She grabbed a bottle of body wash and poured some into the palm of her hand, as she began to wash her body she let her eyes close again. The fantasy picked up where it left off, she kept her eyes closed, sighing as she let it play out in her head.
As Danny sat in his father's living room surrounded by Linda, Sean, Jack, his father and his grandfather, he could not concentrate on the conversation happening around him. Frustrated, he got up, left the room, walked through the foyer and through to the kitchen. He crossed the kitchen and opened one of the cupboards on the wall to the left of the sink. As he reached in and picked up a mug he could smell the distinctive chemical smell of the anti microbial soap on his arm and paused. The smell caused his mind to recall images from earlier in the day. He sighed, placed the mug back on the shelf and closed the cupboard. He turned around, walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs. Once upstairs he walked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He turned on the shower and began to undress. He took off the t shirt, jeans and briefs he had changed into less than an hour before and placed them in a tidy pile next to the hand basin. He walked over, tested the water, then stepped into the shower. He stood for several minutes, leaning one hand on the glass letting the water flow over him, he then turned around and put his face under the water. As soon as he closed his eyes the image of Baez standing naked before him filled his mind. He stepped back and opened eyes then reached for a bottle of body wash. He upended the bottle and squeezed a generous amount into his hand. He covered himself in body wash and rubbed it over himself vigorously, hoping that ridding himself of the smell might go someway to ridding himself of the images swirling through his head. As soon as he stood back under the water to rinse he knew the only thing that had left him was the smell. He sighed as he reached for the shampoo, he squirted a small amount on to his hand and placed it back. As he spread the shampoo through his hair, he closed his eyes and gave in. The moment he did his mind was instantly flooded by images and thoughts of her.