Linda and Danny were both having a rough night. Their terribly stressful week was halfway through, and it felt like it'd never end. As they slept in their big bed, both of them had nightmares.

Linda was walking up a big, Rocky Mountain, being extra cautious for some reason. Her heart pounded in her ears as she reached the mouth of the cave. She saw a sight she never wanted to see. A faceless guy had a gun pointed at her husband. Before she could protest, the gun went off, and her love's lifeless body fell to the ground.

Danny was wrestling with a perp, trying to avoid the humongous butcher knife in his opponent's hand. As the perp lunged for Danny, he suddenly found himself in Fallujah. The bombs and gun shots rang through the air while his buddies died in front of him. As a bomb fell near him, he was suddenly in his bedroom.

Danny surveyed the darkened room, something in his gut telling him things were terribly wrong. The moon shone just right on the bed, displaying white sheets soaked in blood. The blood cane from a woman, who was lying on her back with the big butcher knife from earlier through her heart. Danny's heart stopped when he realized the woman was his wife. A note attached to the knife drew the detective closer.

"'I win'," Danny read. It was signed by every perpetrator he had put away, everyone he had outsmarted.

Danny jerked awake, his heart hammering in his chest. He looked over at Linda, who's side was cold and vacant. He held his breath as he called for her, his heart going faster when the bathroom light wasn't on. Forgetting his robe and everything except finding his wife, he peeked in on his sons. Both of them asleep, Linda not in sight, he descended the stairs. He sighed of quiet relief when he saw her standing at the kitchen sink.

Danny furrowed his brow as his wife's shoulders shook with her loud sobs. He walked up behind her, gently touching her shoulder.

Linda threw herself in Danny's arms, sobbing onto his bare shoulder. She clung to him for dear life, her sobs getting bigger. Linda started to panic when she couldn't breathe. "Air." She managed to spit out one word.

Danny understood what she was saying, so he hoisted her up to sit on the counter. He pushed her hair away from her face. "Breathe, baby. Just breathe." He put her hand on his heart, her cool skin touching his still sweaty skin.

Linda closed her eyes and let Danny's instructions fill her brain. She finally got her breathing regulated, after about five minutes. She rested her forehead on his, "don't ever get shot, okay? Especially not in the heart."

Danny nodded, "don't get stabbed in the heart, huh?"

"Yeah." She rested her hands on his shoulders, while his hands rested on her thighs. "I hate nightmares. I hate 'em."

"Me too." He stepped closer to her, his hands on the waist band of her underwear.

"I was stabbed in yours?" Linda pulled Danny closer, needing to feel and hear his heart beating.

"Yeah. And some one shot me?" He rubbed her back.

"Yeah. And I had to watch... they're getting worse, Danny, and I don't know what to do."

"We'll do some research tomorrow. Let's try to go to sleep again, okay?"

Linda nodded, letting Danny lead her to their bedroom. She snuggled into his side, her ear over his heart. She closed her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. "Don't let me go."

"Never." He kissed her head, hoping the nightmares would go away for the night.