A/N Thank you, fireandice, for giving me an idea in one of your awesome reviews. :)

If I havan't replied to your reviews, I will still do so. I just had a birthday today, have exams on Monday and internet is being a bitch. It's a miracle I even got his online.

CK:
I will pretend I didn't have to use google to know what a RCMP uniform is.

Previously:

"You, come here. How about we watch TV?" He smiled and sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders carefully. She leaned in to him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

…

Greg turned the TV off. "Come on, let's go to bed." Zoë nodded and got up. She then -carefully- walked to their bedroom. Making sure she didn't hurt herself more than necessary. She lay down on her side of the bed. She waited for him to lay down as well and then turned to face him.

"You don't like lying on your right side." He said.

"I know, but I have stitches in my left." She smiled, a dreamy look in her eyes. "I'm glad you're back in my bed."

"I'm glad to be back." He kissed her before turning off the lights. It was quiet for a few minutes, both trying to get to sleep. Zoë scooted closer to Greg and laid her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest.. "Can't stay away?"

"I haven't been able to stay away since the day I met you." She could feel his heartbeat.

"Good to know, now let's go to sleep. You need the rest."

…

Zoë awoke at 8 the next morning. She was glad to see Greg was still there. He was caressing her back.

"What are your plans for today?" She asked him.

"Taking care of you."

"You don't.."

"Okay, keeping my eye on you. Making sure you don't rip your stitches."

"That's the same."

"Oh, is it?" She reached up and kissed him. "Just four more days to go."

"And then another two or three months."

"I might have to take up a hobby."

"Probably."

"Okay, help me think of one."

"How about, knitting?" She swatted his chest. "Okay, no knitting. It can't be anything physical.. That limits it."

"Hacking." He looked at her.

"Hacking?"

"I mean, computer skills." He smiled.

"You mean hacking. Why?"

"Because it can come in handy with SRU."

"No it doesn't. SRU has to do everything by the book."

"Okay, no hacking. What about defusing bombs?"' Now he glared at her.

"What about something safe? Like, reading?"

"I don't like to read, you know that."

"Writing?" She rolled her eyes. "Okay, no writing. Bird watching?" Nothing. "Scrapbooking?" Nothing. "Stamp collecting?" She sighed frustrated.

"You are no help at all."

"Come on, let's get up. We can put you back on the couch and I can start on breakfast."

…

He walked towards the couch with a bowl of cereal for her.

"I love honey loops."

"I know you do."

"What about guitar?" It just popped into her head.

"Music."

"Yes, I always wanted to learn how to play it."

"Ed plays."

"So does Spike."

"I'm sure Spike would help you."

"Yeah, Ed's kinda busy with the baby. I'll ask Spike sometime."

"We found you a hobby." He smiled at her.

…

Zoë heard the doorbell. She knew Greg was in their bedroom and probably wouldn't hear it. She had been stuck on that couch for only five hours and she was already bored. He wouldn't even let her get a glass of water. It was driving her crazy. She got up and opened the door. She noticed Ed, Clark, Sophie and a stroller. Greg walked up behind her.

"Back on the couch." She closed her eyes and sighed before walking away back to the couch. Walking hurt, but she was just so damn bored on the couch. She could just imagine the smile the rest was carrying. "Clark, didn't think you would want to come."

"I heard she was hurt bad, thought I'd come say hi." Greg smiled as he let them in.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Zoë asked from the couch. Greg glared. "You can go get it." He nodded.

"A coffee would be good." Ed said.

"Coffee" Sophie smiled at her.

"Soda?" Greg nodded and went to get the drinks. Sophie sat down next to Zoë.

"How are you?"

"Bored." Sophie smiled.

"How long you been sitting on this couch?"

"A long time." Sophie handed her Izzie, knowing it would cheer her up.

"Barely 5 hours" She could hear Ed chuckle behind her.

"You should take up a hobby." Sophie suggested.

"I know!" Ed said excited. "bird watching." She threw a pillow at him. Regretting it slightly as it pulled on her stitches.l

"That's what I said." Greg handed them their drinks.

"After knitting and stamp collecting."

"Something less boring maybe?" Clark suggested.

"Thank you." She smiled at Clark. "I decided to learn how to play the guitar."

"Good luck with that." Sophie told Greg. "When Ed first started learning.. the noise.."

"I'm going back to work in 4 days."

"I thought you were starting tomorrow?" Zoë said, sounding slightly disappointed he wasn't starting for a few days and would be keeping a close eye on her.

"I decided to keep an eye on you.."

"Do you really think that's necessary?"

"Yes." They all said in unison. Zoë was looking at Izzie.

"At least I can still count on you. Don't say anything if you think they're wrong. And remember you have veto." Izzie started laughing. "I don't like you anymore. You are not getting your bottle today."

Greg smiled at the sight before him. He could imagine her with a baby of their own. She would be a great mother.

"Greg." He didn't react. "Greg!" He snapped out of his daydream. "Your phone is ringing." He reached into his pocket to look at his phone, it was just a text. "Where were you just now?"

"A happy place by the looks off it." Clark said. Greg smiled, a happy place indeed.

…

A couple of days has passed, she's had plenty of visitors. They all knew she would be bored. Most of them brought either a dvd or a videogame. She was going to the hospital today. Greg was planning on going with her but he was called into work. She insisted that he go. She would be fine at the hospital.

She was in the elevator, next to her was a girl, about her age.

"Hey, I'm Molly." Zoë looked at her, surprised. Was she talking to her?

"Hi, Zoë." Molly extended her hand and Zoë shook it.

"Are you here visiting someone as well?"

"No, they're going to remove my stitches. So you're visiting someone?"

"Yes, my brother. He works here."

"Oh, what does he do?"

"He's the chief, I don't know exactly what it entail. But it seems to be big."

"Owen?"

"You know him?"

"Yes, he's removing my stitches. I didn't know he had a sister."

"I'm not really his sister." Zoë looked confused. They walked out towards his office as the doors opened. "It's complicated."

"I'm sure it is." Zoë smiled at her.

"So, what did you get the stitches for? Something cool?"

"That's rude, Molls.." Owen came up behind him. Zoë smiled.

"It´s fine, Owen."

"You don't ask someone why they have stitches." Owen glared at Molly.

"Why not?"

"It could be something traumatizing."

"Is it?" She looked at Zoë.

"Not this time." Zoë smiled, she was refreshing.

"So what was it?"

"Molls.."

"I got shot."

"Why?"

"Because people don't like cops nowadays."

"You're a cop?"

"Yeah."

"What kind of cop?"

"SRU. Strategic Response Unit."

"What's that?"

"I'm sorry, she's nosy." Owen felt the need to apologise.

"It's fine, Owen. SRU, imagine it like SWAT, but besides all the SWAT stuff we specialize in psychological profiling. We try to talk them down instead of barging in and shoot." Molly nodded.

"Zoë, how about we go to an exam room and I check if they're ready to come out." Zoë nodded and followed him to a room.

…

"Can you take off your shirt?" Zoë complied.

"Last time you didn't ask." He smiled as he grabbed a stool.

"Last time we were in Iraq, and if I remember it right you didn't want me to talk."

"Seems like you remember it right." He sat next to her.

"Lie down. Does your boyfriend know we slept together?"

"As I remember there wasn't much sleeping." She turned her head so she could see him smile. "But, no. He doesn't. I don't know about his exes. Does Christina?"

"Are you kidding me? She would kill me." He stood back up. "I'll call an intern to come take them out."

"Can you?" He looked up. "You know I'm not too fond of people I don't know touching me." He nodded and grabbed everything he would need. "When are you getting married?"

"Haven't set a date yet." Owen answered.

"What's the story with Molly? You're her brother, but not really?"

"She lived next door to me. She's a couple of years younger. We grew up together. We're like brother and sister." Zoë nodded. "I really recommend a local anaesthetic"

"How long will that stay in my system?"

"An hour or so. Won't even make you groggy." Zoë nodded. "Okay. Small pinch." He waited a few minutes after the injection before pinching her. "You feel that?" She shook her head. "Good."

…

He looked at his work after he had taken the stitches out.

"Looks good. Don't even need a band aid." Zoë smiled at him.

"So, no more bed rest?"

"No, you're good. Just pace yourself. And no working out."

"Got it. Do I need to come back?"

"No, but you can always bring me a cup of coffee."

"I will. Thanks, Owen." She hopped of the table. "I will see you soon."

She walked outside and past his office to the exit. She noticed Molly sitting inside.

"Hey, I'm done so he should be here soon."

"Thanks, glad you got rid of those stitches are you?"

"Yeah, he had me on bed rest. Driving me crazy. So you live in Toronto?"

"Yes. Always have."

"I would love some Owen stories."

"I could tell you over a beer?"

"Sure, look me up sometime." She smiled at Molly before turning around.

…

Zoë walked inside SRU, how good it felt to walk around freely.

"Hey, Kira." She leaned on the desk and handed her a coffee. "Team two is gone, right?"

"Yeah, but team one just got back." She pointed towards the briefing room. "How are you feeling?"

"Thanks, I feel good. You?"

"Great." Zoë smiled at her before she turned around and walked away.. "Thanks for the coffee!" She yelled after her.

"Welcome." She walked into the briefing room. It wasn't closed off and they didn't look like they were fighting so it should be okay. "I got coffee's, but only for the hard working coppers. Any of you qualify?" They smiled up at her.

"I think we all deserved them." Zoë smiled back at Ed before grabbing his coffee from the tray. "Except for the Sarge, he was just sitting in the truck. Letting Spike do all the work." She walked around and handed her replacement, Jules, Wordy and Sam their coffee's.

"Spike, maybe I should give you both yours and Greg's. I've been told you worked hard." He smiled.

"That's because I've got a pain at home." Greg quipped.

"Now you're definitely getting his coffee." Spike smiled and took a sip of his. She took Greg's and walked towards him. She lowered her voice, so only Greg could hear. "Think you earned it?"

"I think I can't earn it until you are allowed to have physical activities." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"I must say, Sir, I never thought you had such a dirty mind." He grabbed the coffee out of her hand.

"All because of you." He took a sip. "Perfect."

"I asked for a coffee with eggs and bacon. But they didn't do that."

"I'm glad. I got some news."

"What's that?"

"Wordy was the heaviest today." He made sure the other guys heard it.

"He was?" She smiled at Wordy.

"Greg lost some weight." Ed smiled.

"I know. Guess that running does you good."

Zoë looked at the elevator as she heard it ding. Thinking maybe it was her team. She watched as a man and woman entered. She noticed a badge on the woman's belt, but she didn't recognized her. They walked towards Kira, she pointed towards the briefing room. They walked their way.

"We're looking for Zoë Washburn." The woman said.

"What is this about?" Ed asked the woman. She did not look amused.

"That's me. Is something wrong?"

"Maybe we should take this somewhere private?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"We want to ask you some questions about the murder of Patrick Bouwman." A silence fell over them.

A/N Remember him?