Natara's POV

Blinding lights and a sterile smell was the first thing that I noticed. The sheets crinkle as I adjust my position. The white walls of the hospital room is suffocating. A pounding headache rages, and I only remember portions of what happened.

" Hey sleepy head." Mal, my best friend, was at my bed side. My mother and sister were there to, but not my father.

"Where's Oscar?" my mother shot me a concerned glance.

"Don't you remember? You called of the wedding. He did this to you." Mal reached for my hand before I jerked it away.

"Nat, do you remember who I am?"

"Of course Mal! Your my partner. I'm Special Agent Santos, or I guess Williams and your Detective Fallon."

" Nat, we were dating. Do you remember last week? When I spilt the chicken and rice?" His deep blue eyes were filled with worry. I kinda remembered that night, but I wouldn't date a coworker. Would I?

"Natara! You're okay!" A short, pixie-like girl came nd gave me a huge hug.

"Um, hi." I gave a small wave, but she couldn't take a hint.

"Why don't we give her some space?" Mal escorted everyone out, but still came back. " Nat, do you remember those two days?"

" No, I remember the wedding and then nothing." He sat down heavily, and began.

" After you broke things off, he went crazy. He killed three people, and kidnapped you. He almost killed you Nat." I couldn't believe it. I guess the disbelief showed plainly on my face, and he stood up. " I guess I'll leave then." I almost called out to tell him to stay, almost. He leaned down, kissed me on the forehead and left. After a few minutes, I sighed and picked up my phone. I scrolled through my messages, and saw one from Mal. Taking a deep breath, I pushed play. 'Hey Nat! I was just wondering where you were. Call me. Come on over."

"Well, that doesn't help." I mutter. Then, a nurse in green scrubs came in.

"How you feelin'?" he asks.

"Good, but I can't remember anything from the past few days. The last memory is walking down the isle at my wedding. Is this normal?"

"Well, you suffered many blows to the head, and you are on a lot of medication. Your memory should come back, but there's no guarantee. You should notice a change in as we wean you off the pain killers. If you need anything just tell me."

" One thing, when can I go home?"

" That depends, the doctor will be in shortly." With that he leaves. I didn't notice, but the pain in my head had lessened.I turned my head,and I caught sight of myself. A large, purple bruise dusted my right check, and my nose was crooked. Cuts of varying length and depth were scattered over my face and neck. My hair was a tangled mess, and I had a bad black-eye. The pain killers must be pretty strong if I don't fell anything. My eyes felt heavy, and I slipped off into a dreamless sleep.

Meanwhile...

Mal's POV

After I walked out of her room, I banged my head on the wall. We had been through so much, and she still thought she was in love with Oscar! It broke my heart that she couldn't remember, but I guess it was merciful on her part. She wouldn't remember the pain that he had inflicted on her. Nat's face was still beautiful, but now her face was covered with bruises, cuts, and her nose was broken. I hoped that her memory would come back.

Sighing, I stood up and headed out to my car. If Nat couldn't remember me, I would help her best I could. In my car, I pulled out the file she had on the latest killer. I flipped it open, and saw our names scribbled over the inside cover. A small chuckle escaped my lips as I noticed how much of a girly-girl she really was. I slipped it under the seat, and started on my mission to find every scrap of evidence I could.

At the precinct, I walked into my office and saw what I was looking for. On my desk, the picture of us at my birthday party. We were hugging and smiling. I picked it up and went to her apartment. The shirt she gave me was still on the couch. I wrapped the picture in it and went back to the hospital.

As I was walking in, a nurse was walking out of Natara's room. She was sound asleep, and set the items I found by her bed. I sat by her bed waiting for her to wake up. A doctor came in, and picked up a clipboard.

"Sir, i have a few things you should know. One the swelling in her brain has gone down, so her memory should come back. Two, we are beginning the process of taking her off the medicine, so she may have some pain. Also, all her injuries are healing nicely. She should be able to go home in two days."

"Thank you." I nod and pick up Nat's hand. Slowly, I rub small circles on her palm. Her eyelids flicker a little, but she doesn't wake up.

"Oh, Nat." I whisper. She lets out a small moan.

" Why are they taking me of the meds.?" She says with a small smile.

" Come on Agent Hottie Boom Bottie! That's not the girl I know." Her eyes pop open at the sound of Kai's knick-name for her.

" Malachi! I swear if you start calling me that I will hurt you!"

" Nat, do you remember me?" Instead of answering me, she sits up, looks me in the eye,and smiles.

Natara's POV

I grin at my boyfriend. After I was taken of the medication, everything come rushing back with an awesome ferocity. Soon, I would be home, but not my hotel room. That would never be home again. Home was wherever Mal was.

Natara's POV

Blinding lights and a sterile smell was the first thing that I noticed. The sheets crinkle as I adjust my position. The white walls of the hospital room is suffocating. A pounding headache rages, and I only remember portions of what happened.

" Hey sleepy head." Mal, my best friend, was at my bed side. My mother and sister were there to, but not my father.

"Where's Oscar?" my mother shot me a concerned glance.

"Don't you remember? You called of the wedding. He did this to you." Mal reached for my hand before I jerked it away.

"Nat, do you remember who I am?"

"Of course Mal! Your my partner. I'm Special Agent Santos, or I guess Williams and your Detective Fallon."

" Nat, we were dating. Do you remember last week? When I spilt the chicken and rice?" His deep blue eyes were filled with worry. I kinda remembered that night, but I wouldn't date a coworker. Would I?

"Natara! You're okay!" A short, pixie-like girl came nd gave me a huge hug.

"Um, hi." I gave a small wave, but she couldn't take a hint.

"Why don't we give her some space?" Mal escorted everyone out, but still came back. " Nat, do you remember those two days?"

" No, I remember the wedding and then nothing." He sat down heavily, and began.

" After you broke things off, he went crazy. He killed three people, and kidnapped you. He almost killed you Nat." I couldn't believe it. I guess the disbelief showed plainly on my face, and he stood up. " I guess I'll leave then." I almost called out to tell him to stay, almost. He leaned down, kissed me on the forehead and left. After a few minutes, I sighed and picked up my phone. I scrolled through my messages, and saw one from Mal. Taking a deep breath, I pushed play. 'Hey Nat! I was just wondering where you were. Call me. Come on over."

"Well, that doesn't help." I mutter. Then, a nurse in green scrubs came in.

"How you feelin'?" he asks.

"Good, but I can't remember anything from the past few days. The last memory is walking down the isle at my wedding. Is this normal?"

"Well, you suffered many blows to the head, and you are on a lot of medication. Your memory should come back, but there's no guarantee. You should notice a change in as we wean you off the pain killers. If you need anything just tell me."

" One thing, when can I go home?"

" That depends, the doctor will be in shortly." With that he leaves. I didn't notice, but the pain in my head had lessened.I turned my head,and I caught sight of myself. A large, purple bruise dusted my right check, and my nose was crooked. Cuts of varying length and depth were scattered over my face and neck. My hair was a tangled mess, and I had a bad black-eye. The pain killers must be pretty strong if I don't fell anything. My eyes felt heavy, and I slipped off into a dreamless sleep.

Meanwhile...

Mal's POV

After I walked out of her room, I banged my head on the wall. We had been through so much, and she still thought she was in love with Oscar! It broke my heart that she couldn't remember, but I guess it was merciful on her part. She wouldn't remember the pain that he had inflicted on her. Nat's face was still beautiful, but now her face was covered with bruises, cuts, and her nose was broken. I hoped that her memory would come back.

Sighing, I stood up and headed out to my car. If Nat couldn't remember me, I would help her best I could. In my car, I pulled out the file she had on the latest killer. I flipped it open, and saw our names scribbled over the inside cover. A small chuckle escaped my lips as I noticed how much of a girly-girl she really was. I slipped it under the seat, and started on my mission to find every scrap of evidence I could.

At the precinct, I walked into my office and saw what I was looking for. On my desk, the picture of us at my birthday party. We were hugging and smiling. I picked it up and went to her apartment. The shirt she gave me was still on the couch. I wrapped the picture in it and went back to the hospital.

As I was walking in, a nurse was walking out of Natara's room. She was sound asleep, and set the items I found by her bed. I sat by her bed waiting for her to wake up. A doctor came in, and picked up a clipboard.

"Sir, i have a few things you should know. One the swelling in her brain has gone down, so her memory should come back. Two, we are beginning the process of taking her off the medicine, so she may have some pain. Also, all her injuries are healing nicely. She should be able to go home in two days."

"Thank you." I nod and pick up Nat's hand. Slowly, I rub small circles on her palm. Her eyelids flicker a little, but she doesn't wake up.

"Oh, Nat." I whisper. She lets out a small moan.

" Why are they taking me of the meds.?" She says with a small smile.

" Come on Agent Hottie Boom Bottie! That's not the girl I know." Her eyes pop open at the sound of Kai's knick-name for her.

" Malachi! I swear if you start calling me that I will hurt you!"

" Nat, do you remember mve?" Instead of answering me, she sits up, looks me in the eye,and smiles.

Natara's POV

I grin at my boyfriend. After I was taken of the medication, everything come rushing back with an awesome ferocity. Soon, I would be home, but not my hotel room. That would never be home again. Home was wherever Mal was.