A/N: First of all, thank you guys for all the support I've gotten so far for this story! It already has more reviews than my first fic got period. It had 9 chapters (it was a NCIS:LA fic). I really means a lot, you guys are awesome! So this chapter isn't humorous like the last one. It's time for a little angst and hurt/comfort.
Disclaimer: Still don't own it. I would not mind owning Will Estes though. He is one good looking guy. Then again, I wouldn't mind owning Blue Bloods. However, if I did own it, I would not be writing this disclaimer, now would I? Yeah, I know I'm confusing.
Jamie opened his eyes and looked around, trying to figure out where he was. Then he remembered. He was asleep on Eddie's couch, something he's sure his back will pay dearly for later. He glances at his phone, but it wasn't time to wake Eddie up yet.
Then he hears it. The noise that had roused him from his slumber. A loud whimper, followed by the sound of strangled sobs. Eddie.
He crossed the room and peered into her bedroom. Eddie was thrashing around in bed, whimpering and sobbing.
"Dad, stop!"
He walked quietly to her bedside. "Eddie, wake up."
She shot straight up in bed, gasping and trembling. He furrowed his eyes together with worry and sat down next to her. "Hey."
She looked over at him, eyes wide. The dream still had her in it's clutches. "Hey, hey what's wrong?" He put a hand on her shoulder. Suddenly she was in his arms, clinging to him, still shaking like a leaf. Jamie tentatively wrapped his arms around her. "It's OK. It was just a dream."
Eddie simply shook her head and buried her face in his chest. They stayed like that for a while. Finally, Jamie slowly unwrapped his arms from around her. "You need to get some sleep." He pushed her away just enough to look into her eyes. But they weren't the eyes of his strong, sarcastic partner. They were the eyes of a scared little girl. She slowly nodded. "Only if you stay with me."
Jamie nodded. "OK."
Eddie scooted over, patting a spot beside her. Jamie crawled under the covers beside her, leaving about four inches of space between them.
She had several more nightmares that night. Sometimes she was screaming her dad's name, other times the name Jake. Jamie remembered he was the guy who has attempted to rape her, and wondered what awful things were happening in her subconscious mind. Each time her voice was filled with terror. And each time Jamie would pull her close, kiss her on the forehead, and tell her it was just a dream. But something told him it wasn't.
A/N: I am very proud of myself for consistent and frequent updates so far. I threw my back out moving furniture today, so I am pulling Eddie's emotional pain from my physical pain. What do you think of this chapter?