She came out of her therapy beyond exhausted and headed straight for the bunks. Her head was pounding and her vision was spinning. It was so bad that she walked right past Jimmy and Marco chatting by the kitchen without even seeing them.

Jimmy looked at Marco concerned. Marco nodded for him to follow her, their conversation was over anyway and from the look of Annie, she needed help.

The red-headed marshal trotted into the bunks. His heart was starting to pound. What had happened in therapy today? Did she mention last night?

He entered the room cautiously waiting to duck Annie's wrath but there she sat, hunched over with her back to him. He walked over and sat next to her. She leaned over and placed her head on his good shoulder.

They sat like that for a few minutes until he felt her arms slide around him and she pulled him tighter to her. He did what he had wanted to do for weeks; he put his good arm around her. But that wasn't enough for her. She reached her head off of his shoulder, leaning back slightly she closed her eyes and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Jimmy felt himself sigh. He closed his eyes and let himself go. She turned and climbed into his lap, straddling him so she could put her arms around his neck and deepen the kisses she seemed frantic to share.

In seconds Annie guided him down to the bed as she lay over him, careful of his still tender ribs and injured shoulder. She backed off for a moment to wipe her eyes. It was the first time that he noticed she was crying. He reached up and gently held her face with his good arm.

"What's up, Boots. What happened in there." His deep voice was gravelly with emotion. His question required an answer which meant she would have to tell him what she was going through. She wanted to flinch, put up her walls and run from him but she couldn't anymore. The walls had fallen and it was just too hard to rebuild them.

Instead she looked down at him with her swollen bright blue eyes. Her mind was swimming with things she wanted to say but couldn't organize.

He misunderstood her reaction as her protecting herself and he began to back-pedal but she interrupted him immediately.

"No no no, Jimmy. I am sorry. I have so much to say, I don't know where to start." She rolled off him to lie on the bed.

He chuckled slightly. "So, you like your new therapist?" She punched him in the arm and giggled until he moaned in fake pain.

"Oh Jeez! Did I hit your bad shoulder?" She jumped up terrified she had hurt him. He just started giggling again and grabbed her to him.

"You LIAR!" she pretended to be furious but broke into her own giggles as she lay half on him and felt relief and relaxation wash over her.

Then, through the silence, he asked, "what did happen in therapy today, Boots?"

"I am not sure what to say yet. I am not keeping secrets. I promise. But I don't know how to say everything yet." She sighed and lifted her head to look at his face. "Can you wait for me to get there?"

He nodded and smiled. She oonched up his body to place another kiss on his lips but could only put in half the effort as her injured leg was too weak and sore.

In between kisses came the words, "I…. can….wait….as…long…as…you…need" and he rolled her over with his good arm to lie on top. But it didn't work.

"Oww… crap…" the pain ripped through his shoulder from this angle and he grunted as he flopped back onto the bed.

"I guess we need to heal a bit more before fooling around, don't we?" She gently pulled herself out from under him and helped them both get into a more comfortable position where they did all they could do for now….. cuddle.