"It's ok. It was just another nightmare."

CeCe's heart was pounding even as Logan sat up beside her and found her hand in the dark. He curled his larger hand around hers and gave a gentle squeeze while his other hand settled around her shoulder in a one-armed hug.

"It's ok," he repeated. "I'm right here."

CeCe swallowed and leaned against him, trying to focus her thoughts into manageable piles. It had been a week since Logan had told her the suspect had been captured. Ever since that night, it was as if CeCe's brain had taken the realization that Logan didn't remember the robbery night as well as she did as a reason to suddenly start tormenting her with unspeakable nightmares. The first night it had happened, she had woken everyone in the house by screaming, crying, and thrashing about in her bed. After an appointment with Whitney and Randal the following morning, Logan never left her bed at night now.

"It's just your mind finally trying to process the shock you went through," Randal had said while stirring sugar into his coffee. "The nightmares will pass. Eventually."

Well, if it was processing it, her brain was taking its sweet time with it for sure.

"I can't do this anymore, Logan," CeCe whined, dropping her face into her hands. They were trembling and clammy against her cheeks.

Logan wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her flush against his chest. "It's not going to last forever. You'll be ok soon." He dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

"But when is 'soon'?" CeCe sniffled.

He moved to lay back with her, holding her firmly to his chest as if afraid she would fall apart if he didn't hold her together. And, perhaps, that may have been the case. "Soon. Just trust me."

"I do," CeCe mumbled without giving it much thought. She honestly didn't need to think about; she did trust him. She didn't know how she could trust him so completely to even have him in her bed every night now, but she did. And that was all there was to it.

She shifted where she lay against his side, her head on his chest. A sigh fell from her lips as she closed her eyes and tried to think of something happy. Anything but those horrid images in her head right then.

"Just relax, ok?" Logan prompted her and ran his fingers through the bottom few inches of her hair. His fingers trailed down her spine and over the small of her back. "I worry about you."

"I am. I'm relaxing," CeCe tried to assure him. The shiver that ran through her at his touches might have said otherwise. She wasn't used to being touched like that. And regardless of how he might have meant the touches, they felt...strange. A good kind of strange.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, tilting his head down to look at her through the dark. "What was that?"

"Nothing," she lied easily, shrugging a shoulder. "Just cold."

He pulled the sheets over them more securely, tucking them around CeCe's shoulders. "Better?"

"Yeah." But it wasn't. Because now things felt a little too warm in the space between them. He was looking at her with what seemed sincere affection in his eyes. She couldn't quite place it. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" Logan asked, feigning innocence.

"Like...that." CeCe shifted to get more comfortable while giving him a stern frown.

He just laughed and brushed his fingers through the hair by her temple. "I'm not giving you any special look that you need to worry about."

"Yes, you are."

"Maybe I'm just admiring my beautiful sister."

CeCe pushed herself up into a sitting position and frowned at him, more hurt by those words than she cared to admit. "Quit saying that."

Logan propped himself up on his elbows, his eyebrows creasing together in confusion. "Saying what?"

"That I'm...that we're..." Her cheeks were turning red. She had no right to tell him not to say they were siblings. They were now, so saying that they weren't was ridiculous. It would only lead to embarrassment for her.

"CeCe..."

"Look, just forget it!" she snapped, turning away from him. She really hoped he would drop it for both of their sakes.

Instead, she felt the mattress shift a little as he sat up behind her. "CeCe."

"What?"

She got her answer, but not in the way she expected. He gripped her chin and turned her face back to him. Before she could utter another syllable, he pressed his lips to hers in a sweet, serene kiss.

But it only lasted a moment as the sound of shattering glass somewhere in the house made them spring apart. There were footsteps upstairs, hurried and moving in the direction of the glass.

CeCe was out the door first, rushing into the living room just as her mother appeared at the bottom of the stairs in her bathrobe. Jeremy and Flynn were just behind her. Logan rested his hand in the center of CeCe's back to let her know where he was.

The living room had a picture window that faced the street. The center pane was now shattered into a million pieces across the carpeted floor. In the center of the mess lay a brick with something white laying underneath it.

Georgia, who had somehow managed to slip on house shoes before barreling downstairs, stepped carefully into the wreckage to retrieve the brick.

"Honey, be careful," Jeremy warned.

Georgia was silent as she straightened and turned the brick over to reveal a piece of paper taped to the underside of the brick.

"What does it say?" CeCe asked.

Her mother swallowed and remained silent. It took another prompting from CeCe for her to finally say, "Call off the case. Or else."