Later, all she could do was pace back and forth while he took a shower. She felt like she was going to smother him, but she couldn't help it, all she could do was stand there next to the door, just to make sure he was actually there. Suddenly a hand reached out and pulled her in the shower, clothes and all, but she didn't mind. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, with his help, she took her wet clothes off and let them hit the floor with a slush.

She still finds herself, just wanting to feel his touch; she takes her fingers touching in face, sliding them down until she reaches his chest.

She stops as she sees three large bruises on his chest. Without her consent, the tears start filling her eyes again, she hangs her head trying to control her feelings. He put his hand under her chin, pulling her head up until her eyes meet his.

Nothing is said, nothing needs to be said, and she could feel everything he was telling her with each kiss.

()()()()()

Lying in bed wrapped in his arms, she asks him to tell her everything.

He tells her the full story, trying to leave the worse parts out, and even explains that when he went into the water, he was swept down the river a bit, and somehow he was able to reach the embankment before he passed out again.

When it was her turn, she told the story from her side.

"From now on, I want to know you're ok, while you're undercover, on a sting, or just at the office"

Laughing somewhat, "ok... how am I to do that?"

"I don't know call me, text me."

"No it could be doing dangerous for me to just call sometime."

"Send me flowers."

"Ok, want me to just sign a card saying I'm fine, no that could still be too dangerous."

"No you don't have to do that, just put the time or date on the card, and I'll know there from you."

"You want a safety word?" he questioned

"Yes!"

Peter thought "ok….. how about "...

"Azalea's" Elle blurts out.

"Like the flower?" he inquired

"Yes, in many cultures some believe that Azalea's hold a special meaning... to take care of yourself, especially during trying times."

He thought of a minute.

"Well... ok, that's not something that would come up every day."

He just pulled her closer to him, trying to not think about how bad he was hurting, but he didn't care about the pain as long as he got to hold her.

"What are you going to do?" she asked

"I know it was Cooper, just can't prove it yet, well see how he reacts tomorrow when I show up alive."

"He probably want be as happy as I was to see you."

He smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head.

"I bed not"

/

All Peter wanted to do was watch his beautiful wife sleep, he felt like he was the luckiest man in the world. She was perfect in every possible way. His body began hurting all over and he could feel his heart breaking as he was thought what he would do it without her. As he was thinking about that he couldn't help but feel worse and worse as his thoughts drifted to what she went through thinking he was gone.

But he couldn't think about that now, tomorrow he had show up at work, and start figuring his thing out. He vowed to himself, he didn't care how long it took, he'll catch them, if for no other reason than breaking his wife heart today and putting her through a misery he never wants to feel.

"Hey Elle" he whispered

"Yeah" she whispered back

"Happy anniversary. I love honey"