Yes this story is on hiatus. Sh, don't tell anyone that I've updated.

The door knocked and Casey could barely bring himself to get out of his seat. Life at home had been so boring and tedious without Gabby, especially since everywhere he looked there was something to remind him of her.

The door knocked again, somewhat impatiently, and he huffed at the person on the other side. Shoving himself out of his seat, he was ready to have a go at them but he faltered when he swung open the door and saw who was standing there.

"Hi," she greeted shyly, a travel bag sat at her feet and an awkward smile on her face. He looked at her in shock, not sure if she was real or he was imagining this. "Can I come in?" He blinked and nodded shakily, stepping back and opening the door wider so she had space to enter. When she was in the warmth of their - his - home, he took the bag from her and placed it on the floor by the settee, unsure with what was going on. "Thanks," she said, smiling.

"You're here," he breathed and a faint blush tinted her cheeks and he cursed himself for his tactlessness. "I'm sorry. Erm, why are you here?" He shook his head, that came out wrong as well. "So, how are you?" he tried instead, standing before her and cataloguing how she looked even though he'd seen her earlier.

"I'm good," she said tentatively, running a hand through her hair. "I was wondering if I could come...home?" His breath caught in his throat and he nodded quickly, grabbing her bag and heading up to the main bedroom.

"I'll take the guest room," he told her once the bag was placed at the foot of the bed and he started grabbing some of his clothes. "I don't want to overwhelm you."

"Thank you," she spoke softly and he barely heard it but he did hear it and it made him smile. This was progress.

"So what pushed you to come back?" Casey - Matt - asked as they were sat down eating take away. He didn't look up from his food as he didn't want to put even more pressure on her by staring at her.

"I need normalcy? The doctors said that I need to go back to my normal life, live it as much as I can and hope that things come back." She didn't mention that they'd said that from the beginning and she'd ignored them. He knew that. He'd been there.

"What changed?"

"That victim, from the fire. I don't know what happened, I just saw everything in my head and I knew what to do and I did it and they're alive and that was normal for me, wasn't it? Going out and saving lives?" Casey nodded, looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Even when you're on holiday," he replied with a smirk. She knew there was a story behind that but she didn't know yet and she didn't ask.

"So," she carried on, "Antonio persuaded me that this was the place I needed to be. I lived here, with you, before the accident so he told me that this was right. This was good."

He put the food down on the table and stared at her, she stared back at him and he willed himself not to blush. "I'm here for you," he commented eventually. "What's happened to you, should never have happened. I should've protected you."

"How could you have protected me?" she asked, placing her food on the table beside his. She shifted herself until she was closer to him on the settee. "From what I understand, you weren't anywhere near me. You are a fireman and I'm a paramedic. We both do different things in different places."

"You're mine to protect," he growled, his anger of the situation returning full force.

"I'm pretty sure that i'm not a possession," she scolded, a frown on her face. He grinned sheepishly in her direction. "Anyway, if it wasn't me that got hurt then it would've been Shay and i'm pretty sure that i'm the kind of person who'd put herself in front of others."

Casey couldn't argue with her there.

"Morning," Casey greeted as Gabby walked into the dining room.

"Morning," she replied, bending down to kiss him on the forehead before moving into the kitchen for a glass of orange juice. It wasn't until she was bent over, her hand wrapped around the carton of orange juice, that she froze.

She'd just kissed him.

"Gabby," Matt said, his voice reeking of nervousness and a strong dislike of not having the following conversation. She could relate to the latter feeling since she hadn't much to say. "You kissed me," he stated.

"I did," she replied, standing up with the carton in hand as she focused on fixing herself a drink.

"Why?" That was the question, wasn't it? Why did she have the strong urge to kiss him good morning? She'd had the same urge to kiss him goodnight but she'd managed to fight that one away.

"I don't know," she informed him.

"Well surely you have some idea."

"I don't Casey," she snapped, glaring at him over her shoulder. "I have no recollection of ever kissing you good morning until a moment ago."

"But you've had recollections of kissing me at other moments?" he asked, picking up on her wording. She sighed, hoping that they'd have had this conversation once - if - all her memory was back. She should've known she wouldn't be so lucky.

"I have," she told him. "I've had numerous recollections of what I can only presume is my past. I also have instinctual moments, like with the victim from the fire and like how I know we keep our plates in this cupboard and that you have a secret beer stash in that one that you think I don't know about."

"And that kiss? It was instinctive?" he asked, glaring at his beer stash cupboard.

"I didn't realise it bothered you so much," she mumbled, all fight leaving her. She sagged against the counter. "Everybody always tells me how we're happy and that you love me and then when I kiss you, not even a proper kiss, you blow up like this."

"I just want to make sure that you're not being driven crazy by your own actions. I'd love another kiss but i'd never pressure you. Whether it be a morning one or a proper one," he smiled. "I'm going at your pace. Nobody else's."

I've looked at my notes and we are literally half way through the story. Ten more chapters and we're finished. I might take this story off hiatus because of that. We'll see. Review please!