A/N: I am the worst at updating, I literally wrote this weeks ago and just didn't post. Btw guys please leave reviews and tell me how I'm doing, and how you like the story. :)

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sharp raps at the door had Matt bolting from the bathroom and letting in the nurse standing on the other side, her lips pursed. He had called her a mere few minutes ago and thankfully she had been grocery shopping nearby.

"How long has it been since you pulled her out of the water? Is she unconcious?" Matt paused for a moment as Claire pushed her way past him towards the bathroom. For now, Claire only knew that he had pulled a girl out of the sea at the docks and he had no clue how much he really could tell her.

"It took about half an hour to get her here, she was unconciuous when I found her. I don't know how long she was in the water." Claire nodded curtly, stepping into the bathroom where Josie lay wrapped in towels her dark hair spread out on the tile.

"Get me some small towels. And, we're going to need to hydrate her, her core temperature has dropped like crazy. Boil a pot of water for some tea and soup." Matt left the bathroom as Claire began to rid Josie of her underwear, he tossed some clean dish towels through the ajar door. He went to the kitchen and filled his kettle, leaving it after its beep indicated it was on. With some difficulty he found a deep pot in the depth of his cupboards and cleaned it before filling it and setting it on the stove.

"Matt, I need a hand here," when he returned to the bathroom he found a bundle of towels Claire was trying to lift. Matt crouched down and took the lump into his arms, as he stood the top of Josie's head peeked out and the towel opened wider revealing a flushing, still unconciuous, Josie. Claire took Matt's hair dryer and followed him out of the room, he set Josie down on his bed as Claire plugged in the hairdryer nearby.

"I'm gonna get her some clothes," Claire nodded absentmindedly as she dried Josie's hair.

"Oh, blankets too," she called after him, Matt grunted a 'yes' in response.

After dropping off the needed items, Matt returned to the kitchen and worked on his soup. A little while later Claire joined him, she took down one of his mugs and filled it halfway with water from the kettle and the other half with tepid tap water.

"We still have to get her core temperature up, but we gotta start off slow or we'll burn off her tongue." Matt nodded his understanding and returned his attention to his soup.

"You didn't just find her in the water did you?" Claire came to stand next to him and Matt paused his actions. He took a deep breath and decided he couldn't hide the truth from her.

"No, she... she needed help taking down a criminal."

"Josie, right?" Matt's mouth opened in surprise.

"You said her name, when you called." explained Claire.

"Oh," he turned back to his soup.

"She means something to you, I mean, you don't cook for just any old girl." Claire teased and gave him a little smile. Matt smiled back and ladled some soup into a bowl.

"I just want her to be safe,"

"Me too," they walked back to the bedroom together.

Using a spoon Claire painstakingly feed the warm water to Josie while Matt sat on a stool next to them propping her head up. Once the water was finished she started on the soup, checking Josie's temperature every few minutes. Josie had drank half the bowl when she began to subconciuously respond, she lifted her head on her own seeking more nourishment. Claire sent Matt to refill the glass of water while Josie finished off the soup, when he returned Josie had curled into a ball and was hugging a pillow tight against her petite frame. After some coaxing Claire got Josie to drink the water, and tucked her in for the night.

"I think she's going to be alright, her temperature is up, and now she just needs to recuperate." Claire said with a smile once she and Matt had settled on the sofa in the living room.

"Thank you, for doing this. I know I promised I wouldn't bother you anymore, but you're the only one I could turn to." Matt hoped he was conveying the depth of his gratitude to her as he tilted his head towards her.

"You know, there is a way you could make it up to me," there was a lightness in her voice that Matt hadn't heard in months.

"Really, please do enlighten me," he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face and he had a feeling a similar grin was on Claire's.

"You could get me some of that really good smelling soup and a cup of coffee." Claire responded teasingly and Matt felt himself chuckle.

"Your wish is my command," he said as he made his way to the kitchen.

It had been possibly a lifetime since Matt had felt this at peace. For once, he was spending some time with Claire and he wasn't in pain, in need of being stitched up, or swallowing his feelings for her. The relaxed air that accompanied their dinner gave Matt much needed time to center himself. After a night like the one he just had Matt would be making daily trips to Fogwell's to let off steam and left over adrenaline, but being with Claire cleared his mind much faster than a round of hitting a punching bag.

They had just settled down with a cup of coffee, Claire was telling Matt about the craziest things she had seen at the ER and Matt couldn't help the full bodied laughter she elicited. In the midst of Claire telling another outrageous story, Matt heard shuffling and whimpering in the bedroom. He had already risen from his chair when the shriek sounded.

Matt ran to his bedroom, Claire at his heels.