She wasn't sure how long ago her shift ended or when the last collapse victim was admitted, but Cameron had worked well into the early morning. She sat at her desk and stared at the wall, trying to will her body to stand so she could go home for some much needed rest.

After a quick glance at the clock, her legs started moving again. It was almost eight a.m.. She decided to leave before the morning flood of patients. She threw a book, her wallet and keys into her bag before walking out of her office, locking the door behind her.

As she walked out she glanced at the TV in the waiting room, briefly wondering what was going on in the world before her longing for sleep won out. Just as she turned away a fire blazed on the screen. She looked back to see what forest or city was on fire.

Her knees when weak as she recognized the building in a blaze on the screen. Her eyes followed the white letters scrolling the bottom of the screen. "Chemical fire engulfs Midwest Fertility Center. The fire started in a research lab on the north side of the complex and has slowly been crawling south as high winds fan the flames. Firefighters have been working since 4 a.m. to put out the fire."

"Dr. Cameron?" one of the ER nurses asked. He touched her arm, which tore her attention away from the TV. "Are you alright?" When she looked at him, her eyes were glazed over, like she wasn't really seeing him.

Cameron shook her head a few seconds later and muttered, "I have to go." Before tearing out of the ER. She practically ran to her car as tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. The ER doctor wiped her eyes and started her car, speeding out of the parking lot while digging through her bag for her phone. She had a lot of phone calls to make.

Thirteen watched as Cameron sped out of the parking lot. She wondered why the blonde didn't say anything as she walked through the front doors of the hospital. There was always at least a sly smile. Thirteen would have chalked it up to Cameron just not seeing her as she made her way home in an exhausted trance, but she was sure that she saw Cameron crying.

The brunette took out her cell phone and dialed Cameron on her way to the locker room, to get her lab coat. It went straight to voicemail. Thirteen hung up before the beep and glanced back toward the parking lot trying to decide what to do.

After work, Thirteen decided to go straight to Cameron's apartment to see what happened. When she got there, she knocked for a minute before using her key to get in. When she flipped the light on in the living room nothing seemed to be out of place, but when she got to the bedroom, it looked like Cameron had packed in a hurry to go somewhere. Thirteen walked across the hallway to Cameron's at home office. The screen saver was on so she touched the mouse and saw a confirmation for a flight to Chicago and a hotel with an open return flight.

Thirteen was trying desperately to make sense of everything she was seeing, but it wasn't adding up. Cameron didn't have any family in Chicago. She looked around one last time, deciding that if Cameron wanted her to know what was going on that she'd call. She picked up the mess in Cameron's bedroom and put the blonde's computer to sleep.

As she walked back into the living room, Thirteen noticed that the TV was on in the corner. She didn't notice it walking in because it was facing away from the door. It was turned to a news channel showing a fire burning in a suburb of Chicago. Thirteen read all the information on the TV while the newscaster spoke. When the story was over she turned off the TV and walked out the front door, still wondering what happened to Cameron.

"I can't tell you that ma'am until I can verify your identity," the man on the phone told Cameron.

"Well what can you tell me?" Cameron asked, pacing her hotel room.

The man paused, "As soon as the fire is out, come to the offices across the street and we'll sort this whole thing out."

Cameron sighed, "Can't you just tell me if any of the long-term storage containers were damaged?"

There was another pause. The man's voice grew grave, "Yes, some of the containers were damaged and some of the specimens inside were destroyed."

"Thank you," Cameron managed to get out before hanging up before silent tears cascaded down her face. The fire may or may not have destroyed all she had left for her dead husband.

Thirteen stared into the drink and narrowed her eyes. She couldn't stop thinking about how distraught Cameron looked when she ran out of the hospital. Something was really wrong.

"Something on your mind?" the bartender asked as she restocked the beer under the bar. It was an usually slow night although it was a Tuesday and Thirteen was the only person sitting at the bar. The handful of other people were sitting at tables scattered around behind her.

"Yeah," Thirteen sighed.

"Wanna talk about it?" the bartender stood up fully.

Thirteen shook her head.

The bartender shrugged and walked off to get more beer, leaving Thirteen alone with her thoughts. As she stared into the brown liquid it all clicked. The plane ticket to Chicago, the fire in at the Fertility Center in the suburb, how upset Cameron was.

Thirteen swallowed hard and pushed her drink away. She was sure she wouldn't be the first person Cameron would call after something like that happened, but she wanted to be there for Cameron. And if she was going to be there for Cameron, at all she was going to do it sober.

She dropped some money next to her drink and stood.

"Leaving already?" the bartender asked, walking out of the back with a crate of beer in her arms.

"Yeah," Thirteen nodded, slipping her jacket back on.

The bartender put the beer down and opened the register. She put in the money for Thirteen's one drink that she'd barely touched and took out Thirteen's keys, tossing them to the internist.

"Be safe," the bartender called as Thirteen quickly walked out the door.

When Thirteen got back to Cameron's apartment, she wasn't sure if she expected Cameron to be there or not, but she thought she'd check one last time. When Cameron wasn't there, Thirteen went to the computer and tried to memorize the name of Cameron's hotel and the room number before giving up and taking a picture of the confirmation with her phone.

Cameron laid on the bed in her hotel room and tried to quell her tears. She'd been holding on to this one last piece Danny since the day he died. It was her one chance to have him again. And it might be lost gone. The blonde couldn't think anything, but she may have lost Danny all over again. It was like watching her ex-husband die again.

She didn't know how many hours she'd been laying there, but it was completely dark out and the only thing lighting the room were the street lamps ten stories down on the street.

As she lay in the dark, there was a soft knock on her door. Cameron just laid on her bed, her body unwilling to move. When the knock sounded again, the blonde finally pushed her tired body off of the bed and to the door. She wiped her eyes as bed she could before opening it.

She was completely surprised to see Thirteen standing in the hallway. Tears jumped to her eyes again. She wasn't exactly sure why this time, but the second the tears were visible, Thirteen's arms wrapped around Cameron and she softly closed the door behind them.

Thirteen wasn't sure why she just pulled Cameron into her arms. It pained her to see Cameron in so much pain and her natural instinct was to hold her until the tears subsided. The internist gently held the back of Cameron's head what was rested on her shoulder and rubbed the blonde's back as the tears turned into sobs.

After a few minutes, Thirteen decided it was best to lay Cameron down. As Cameron laid down, she held onto Thirteen's jacket, pulling her down on the bed next to the weeping blonde. Cameron buried her face in Thirteen's neck and kept a grip of Thirteen's shirt so that the younger woman was as close to her as possible. Thirteen kept her head still and ran one hand up and down the blonde's back while the other arm snaked under Cameron's head and crossed the back Cameron's shoulder's keep her close.

It wasn't long before Cameron had cried herself to sleep. Thirteen let the arm under Cameron relax a little because it was starting to cramp.

She let her fingers lazily stroke Cameron's hair while she watched the older woman sleep. She saw the tear stains and the redness on Cameron's cheeks. She swallowed hard thinking that she would never want Cameron to have to go through this again. Losing someone else she loved. And Thirteen knew that if she and Cameron were to start dating it was a real possibility that she may die because of her Huntington's in a few short years and Cameron would have to deal with losing another significant other. Normally Thirteen would have chastised herself for thinking that she and Cameron would last long enough for the disease to take over, but she knew by her actions a few hours prior that she'd do anything for Cameron and since Cameron had stuck it out with Thirteen this long, the internist figured that the feelings were reciprocated.

As she gazed upon Cameron's soft features in the dim glow of the night, she wondered if Cameron could handle going thought it all again and if she really wanted to put Cameron through it.