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He heard the creaking of the floor boards outside his door before he heard the soft slide of the door open to his room. Turning on his side, he saw her standing in the doorway. The moon was full that night, the bright light illuminating her features. "I was afraid I would wake you," she whispered, tugging her lip between her teeth. She wrapped her arms tight around herself, the baggy shirt she wore doing little to protect her from the night's chill. He only shook his head and shifted further to one side of the bed, flicking the quilt back to invite her in on the other side.

Rick watched as she debated for a moment before creeping towards him and sliding into the space warmed from his body. He wrapped the blanket back around them, watching as she shifted on the pillow, her face inches from his own. "Why were you awake," she asked, resting her hand on her cheek.

"Dream," he replied honestly. Dreams and nightmares…the two were indistinguishable.

"What was it about?"

"You," he said, meeting her eyes, "It was your birthday…we spent time in the Hamptons. Alexis, my mother, Lanie, Espo and Ryan…everyone was there. But in my dream it was just us. We were on the beach at night. Just us, the moon, sand and water."

"That sounds nice," she said, a soft smile on her face.

"It was," he said, smiling back. "What woke you up?"

"Dream," she replied, "Nightmare, really." His face furrowed and she reached out, trying to gently rub the lines on his forehead away with her touch. "It was dark and wet. You were there…we were handcuffed together. We kept trying to escape, but a tiger kept chasing us." She stopped when she saw him smile.

"We were on a case together. We were drugged and handcuffed together. Your dream really happened…kind of." It was her turn to furrow her brow and returning the kindness, he ran his thumb along her forehead, smoothing the lines.

"I have all of these dreams," she whispered, her eyes sliding shut. "They all seem so real. Some are like yours…we're at the beach or in your apartment. I like those because I wake up smiling. Others…I'm running or I see a man with a gun. I wake up panting for air and caught up in my sheets." She shivers at the thought and shifts closer as he reaches to put his arms around her.

"Some of your memories are coming back," he said with a soft smile. "I know some of it's scary, but if you ever need me, you can just call me. It doesn't matter what time it is."

"I like being near you," she said, her eyes meeting his. "You make me feel safe and loved."

"I'm glad to hear that." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, shifting onto his back and pulling her with him. "You should sleep…you need to rest." She nodded and nuzzled her head against his chest, pressing her ear against his heart. He felt her body relax and breathing even out as she drifted back off to sleep. She was remembering their life together. Their cases, their adventures. He hoped in time she remembered his love.