I half-walked, half-stumbled out to Natalia's living room couch, wanting nothing more than to sleep. I woke up that morning with two cups of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs—a normal start to a very abnormal day. With no fresh clothes, no toothbrush, and no dinner, I was stuck sleeping on a three-person sofa in the house of my enemy turned lover turned co-worker. What the fuck am I doing here? I considered leaving and driving back across town to my own place, but I couldn't. What would that make me to Natalia? Abandoning her twice in one day? I shut my thoughts down and took one for the team, struggling to get comfortable as I succumbed to sleep.

"RYAN! Stop it!" I jerked out of my slumber. What kind of fucked up dream was that? I took a deep breath and laid back down, cursing at the uncomfortable cushion I was forced to sleep on.

"Get off of me!" That wasn't a dream. That was Natalia. I raced back into her bedroom and saw two black shadows, one on the bed, one standing beside it. I choked one from behind, sending him spiraling towards the ground.

"Don't touch her!" I screamed, listening to the crack of bone as I nailed the other guy in the skull. He flew off of Natalia and hit the ground motionless.

"MDPD! You're under arrest for assaulting a police officer." I flipped the lights and yanked my handcuffs out of the pockets of the jeans I was still wearing. At least I didn't change out of these.

"Natalia, are you okay? Did you call Horatio?" I asked, breathing hard. I realized as I spoke that she was absolutely not okay, and that she had not called Horatio. Her arm was bleeding profusely again, for the third time that day. Her ankles were bound together, and her eyes showed the kind of fear I had never seen before.

"Never mind," I mumbled. I speed dialed Horatio and moved to help her, wrapping the comforter around her bleeding arm.

"You're ruining my bed."

"Are you kidding me?" I raised my eyebrows at her. "I'd say it got ruined when these two assholes decided to rape you in it." She looked back at me blankly. "What did they do to you?"

"They tied my legs together, and then I think they tried to pick me up and carry me somewhere, maybe…someone shoved his hand down my mouth to keep me quiet. I know one of them had a gun, but the other one…. I don't know, I really don't," she tried to explain.

"Ryan…I'm so sorry…I don't know why…I just assumed that you were trying to hurt me and it's not about you personally it's just something in my head…"

"Listen, I get it." I stopped her. "No worries." It's not the first time you've mistaken me for Nick. "Ms. Boa Vista, are you alright?" Horatio appeared in Natalia's doorway with three police officers in tow, dragging two handcuffed bodies out of the room.

"Uh, yeah. Thank Ryan." She glanced over at me.

"Listen, I need you to go to the hospital. We need their DNA if it's on you." His voice was gentle but firm.

"Horatio, I appreciate it, I really do. But I'll just wait until the morning I think, it's been a long—"

"I'll handle it." I interrupted.

"Fair enough, I will see you both tomorrow." Horatio motioned for the officers to follow him towards the front door, leaving me alone with Natalia.

"I'm really sorry…" She looked up at me. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I looked at her smugly.

She put her head in her hands. "Why me? Why now? Were those the guys who tried to blow us up today?"

"I don't know, Natalia. If so, we need to be extremely careful. Especially you."

"What makes you think they're targeting me?"

I looked around and lowered my voice to a whisper, as if someone was still in the room. "I don't know if anyone knew I was here tonight. If so, they got it from an inside source."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that the only people who could have arranged this are Calleigh and Eric, and I think we both know that this has nothing to do with them."

"So it is me."

"Maybe. We can't assume anything right now."