The next morning found the two of them wrapped up in each other's arms. Caroline was the first to open her eyes, momentarily unaware of where she was. However, once the underside of his chin came into view, she snuggled further into him.

"Good morning, love."

He whispered into her hair. She responded by kissing his Adam's apple and sitting up a little bit so she could see him. She was surprised to discover that, besides taking off his jacket, he had not changed his clothes. When she raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment, he smiled.

"You fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake you. I have to take this suit to the cleaner anyway. It's truly not a problem if it means you get the rest you need."

She chuckled, looking at herself in his oversized clothes.

"I take it Tequila never got here with my suitcase?"

Harry chuckled, seeing fully what she wearing for the first time. He ran his hand through her hair and smiled at her.

"I do believe you were falling asleep standing up when we arrived here last night. I took it upon myself to make you as comfortable as possible. I never heard the buzzer, and only Merlin has a key, so I don't think he came."

Caroline rolled her eyes at him, laughing when he looked at her funny.

"Harry, Tequila is a spy. He knows more than a little bit about picking locks. He taught me everything I know."

The Englishman had the good sense to look perplexed. She smiled, kissing him on the nose and then patting him on the cheek.

"There's only one way to find out which one of us is right."

She said, and tore out of the room, leaving Harry to catch up. He heard her laughter down in the kitchen, then a shriek, which caused him to run down the stairs.

"Caroline? Caroline!"

He asked, trying not to panic. What he found when he got down the stairs made him smile and frown in equal measure.

It was Caroline, who had very obviously forgotten that he had a dog. Said dog, Peanut as the then Ginger-Ale and Tonic had named him, was hiding under the dining room table, cowering away from her. For Peanut, that was rare. He loved meeting new people. She was trying to coax him out, but he wouldn't budge. Harry was quick to put an end to the game by whistling sharply, a sign that Peanut knew meant that he was to come and sit by his master's side. Ever eager to please, Peanut did just that. Caroline, who hadn't even noticed that Harry was there, startled and slammed her head on the bottom of the table.

"Ouch..."

She mumbled to herself, trying not to grouse, but still upset as she rubbed the back of her head. He chuckled, reaching out to take her hand. When he took it, he tugged her to him, kissing the spot where she'd hit her head.

"I'm sorry I frightened you, my dear."

He whispered. She chuckled.

"Not a problem, love."

She bent down and offered her hand for Peanut to sniff, rolling her eyes when he lifted his paw and, resting it on her wrist, pulled it towards him. Looking up at Harry, she chuckled.

"I think I may have scared him. Where was he last night?"

She said, and Harry chuckled.

"I would assume so. He's quite the independent little fellow. He was probably asleep on his bed in my office. It's his favorite spot, right at the foot of my desk."

She laughed.

"Just like his owner, I see. Come here, Peanut..."

She gently tucked her hands under the dog's belly, smiling when he let her pick him up. She nuzzled her face into the dog's neck, giggling when he started giving her kisses. She spent a few minutes holding the small dog, her human love falling into the background for a few minutes. Eventually, however, she put the dog down, deciding that the put-off look on Harry's face warranted it. As she watched the dog putter off, Harry wrapped her in his arms from behind.

"I was beginning to think you might like him more than me."

She turned in his arms, making sure to look him in the eye.

"More than you? Peanut's cute and all, but he's nowhere near as smart, or as kind, or as generous, or as hard-working, or as dashing, or as good or as..."

She was cut off by his kiss, which she really didn't mind. When he was done, he pulled her to him, tucking her head under his chin.

"You spoil me with your compliments, love."

She laughed, tilting her head up and kissing his cheek. She took his hands and smiled at him.

"Well, if anyone deserves them, it's you."

Harry blushed, and she couldn't help but smile at him. Their moment was interrupted when they heard the click of a door opening behind them. He instinctively pushed her behind him, willing and able to protect her if necessary. When they saw a navy blue suitcase roll into the entryway, Caroline relaxed a bit, recognizing the luggage as hers. She relaxed even more when the door simply closed behind the mystery visitor. Looking at Caroline, Harry slowly moved into the foyer, looking the suitcase over for anything peculiar. The only thing he found was a note from Tequila.

You should really change your locks. - F/T

Harry chuckled, the tension he had felt leaving him immediately. He plucked the note off the suitcase and walked back to Caroline.

"Well, it looks like we were both right, love."

He said, showing her the note. She rolled her eyes.

"Damn, my boys need to learn some common sense. Gin coulda called, Teq shoulda called. Next thing I know, Champ's gonna show up here without calling and I'll lose my mind."

He couldn't help but laugh. One of the most endearing things about her was the way that she mumbled under her breath when she was frustrated or upset. He himself had never been chastised by her in that way, but he always smiled when she did it. He couldn't help but be happy around her. Everything about her made him better, and the very thought of not having her in his life shook him to his core. He couldn't help but think about what Gin had said yesterday. If this was a genuine threat, Caroline was in more danger than he cared to admit, but he was ready to do whatever it took to protect her. She was everything to him. He absently admired her as she efficiently moved through his kitchen, seeming to intuitively know where he kept things. She was precise, taking only what she needed to make them breakfast, showing no signs of the fear she had felt just moments before. He stepped up next to her, intending to ask if she needed help, and not surprised to see that she was already almost finished making their meal, perfectly steeped tea included. When she noticed the look he was giving her, she smiled.

"Don't look so impressed. I couldn't sleep for a little bit last night and did some exploring."

Harry chuckled, both amused by the fact that she got out of bed without waking him, and concerned by the fact that she had not been able to sleep, even if it was for only a portion of the night. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he looked her in the eye, his concern for her front and center despite trying to hide it.

"Is everything ok, Caroline? Why didn't you wake me up if you were having trouble sleeping?"

He asked and she rolled her eyes, resting her hands on top of his on her shoulders.

"You shouldn't have to pay the price for my nightmares, Harry. I usually don't have them when you're around but yesterday...it brought it all back up again."

He nodded, knowing exactly how she felt and what she meant. In the weeks they had been apart, his dreams had been riddled with Richmond Valentine and what he had done because of him. There was something stabilizing about her presence, but even that didn't always keep the bad dreams at bay. He was quick to pull her into his arms, holding her close.

"I understand love. I do. Being here without you was the hardest thing for me, but we're together now. No nightmares are going to change that. If you wake up in the middle of the night, don't be afraid to wake me up. I want you to wake me up. We can at least do that for each other, right?"

She sighed and nuzzled into his chest, her heart warm at the thoughtfulness of the man she loved. They seemed such an unlikely pair, but they were together, and nothing would tear them apart. Not amnesia, not crazy ex-boyfriends. Nothing.

Hellfire would rain on anyone or anything that tried.