Jay was right, as per usual; the night had dragged on for so long that Hailey was almost certain the universe was messing with her. Even through the exhaustion plaguing every cell in her body, she felt content, Jay was still pressed up against her side in the hospital bed, slowing her heartrate and calming her electrified nerves as the pair continued flipping through the seemingly endless collage of faces that made up Hailey Upton's career in the police force. It was something that the detective wouldn't have been able to do with any other person, the memories of hard cases and victims that she had pushed so far down now threatening to escape.

By the time the sun had risen the pair had been able to put together a list of nine names that were potential suspects. Criminals that Hailey had once locked away to keep innocent people safe, who now walked free once more.

Jay was the first to lift the fog that had settled over the room, "I'll call Vought, let him know we have potential names." He told her, reluctantly swinging his legs off the side of the bed. "Try get some sleep, yeah?" Jay placed a kiss between her eyebrows, smoothing down her rumpled hair before leaving the room.

Hailey sat in the quiet of her hospital room, the sounds of the machines connected to her by the wires that were still connected to her body echoed through the bare room. In the midst of all the chaos, Kim had managed to bring Hailey her go-bag, which now sat discarded in the corner waiting to be opened. She wouldn't mind changing into her own clothes, instead of being stuck in a hospital gown that left everything on show for all to see.

Taking in a deep breath, Hailey pushed herself up the bed, sitting up properly for the first time in almost 24 hours. Holding back a wince, she pushed the bedsheets back until they only covered her feet and ever so carefully manoeuvred her legs off the side of the bed, still trying to fight the persistent pain shooting through her body. Her feet just touching the floor as the door swung open, the fluorescent lights from the hallway barging into the room, along with Jay.

Jay reached her side in a matter of seconds, "What's wrong? Why are you up? Do you need something?" his hands bracing her, moving to lie her back down.

She pushed his hands back off her, grabbing his shoulder to stay upright on the bed, "well I was trying to get some fresh clothes from my go bag," she answered, "but I guess now that you're back you can grab it for me." She smirked at him playfully, pointing towards the black duffle on the floor.

Jay took a step back, turning in the direction of the bag before picking it up and placing it on one of the chairs. "There should be a button up flannel and a pair of sweats in there," Hailey told her partner, "hopefully the buttons will make it easier to put on," she continued, wincing as she tried to roll her right shoulder, even with the meds the doctors had given her, the pain was almost unbearable.

"You really shouldn't be moving, Hailey, you need rest." He told her, putting the flannel and sweats on the bed beside his injured partner.

"I'm sorry, I was under the impression that your brother was the doctor in the family," Hailey snorted, a smile taking over her face.

Jay made a face at her "at least let me get the nurse to come and help you."

"They're busy Jay, I'm not going to make them come all the way here just to help me put some clothes on." Reaching for the clothes as she spoke, a wince escaping her lips as she tried and failed to swallow it back down.

Jay took a step closer to the bed and taking the clothes from where Hailey had failed to retrieve them from and discarded the sweats on the side table before unfolding the shirt, "fine, if you won't let them help you, at least let me." His eyes met hers, searching for her response, "unless that's too weird… or I can call Kim If you want?"

The smile crept back onto her lips as she watched her usually well-spoken and stoic partner fumble and stutter over the words. "It's fine Jay, I don't mind you helping me. And besides, it's 5:30 in the morning. Do you want Kim to murder you?" Hailey joked, receiving a huff of laughter in reply. Kim Burgess was a lot of things, but a morning person, she was not.

Hailey watched as Jay seemed to be contemplating how to go about dressing her, "let's start with the sweats, yeah?" she offered, the words bringing jay back from his thoughts.

"Okay, yeah," he replied, still not sounding completely sure of the situation.

He rolled the legs of the grey pants up and crouched down in front of her. This definitely wasn't what she imagined when she had thought about the detective on his knees in front of her, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't slightly enjoy it. Hailey helped line her first foot up with one of the pant legs, doing the same with the next. She held in a shiver as she felt her partners thumbs brush against her calves.

Jay slid the pants up Hailey's calves, holding his breath as he felt her skin against his fingers. "Do you want to, uh, try stand up for a second?" he asked, clearing his throat.

Hailey only nodded, not wanting her voice to betray how Jay's touch made her feel. How it made her react. She took his hand to steady herself, his callused hands rough but comforting against her hands, she felt safe with him. When they were together, it was as if none of the things that lurked in the shadows could get her.

She braced her other hand against his shoulder as she let's her feet touch the floor, feeling the cool of linoleum even through her socks.

Jay began sliding the sweatpants up her legs, the warmth of the fabric a stark contrast to the cool of his touch.

He felt his heart start to race as he slid the pants up her thighs and under the stiff fabric of her hospital gown, listening to her breath become heavier, and the weight of her hands on his shoulders become more obvious as she fought to keep upright. Allowing his fingers to brush against the soft skin of her thighs as he started to stand; pulling the waistband over her hips to sit on waist, allowing his hands to rest over the fabric.

Hailey lifted her head, her eyes meeting the intoxicating green of Jay's, a slight smile toying on her lips as she whispered, "you know, if this whole detective thing doesn't work out, you'd make a pretty decent nurse."

His eyes didn't leave hers as he spoke, a laugh escaping from his throat, "good to know, I'll make sure to keep that in mind." Now it was his turn to lose his breath as he felt one of her hands slide from his shoulder to cup his jaw, a finger running over the slight stubble he'd let grow.

"Hailey…" he breathed, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. God, he was absolute putty in her hands and she'd barely even touched him.

Hailey's breathing was equally as shaky as she smiled at him, still moving her thumb against his cheek.

Tears threatened to fall as he returned her smile, "I was so scared, Hails, I-I don't know what I would have done if you had died…" this time he didn't try to hide the emotion in his voice as he spoke, "I thought I'd lost you."

She used her hand to guide him down, his lips meeting hers. The kiss was soft, as if to say "I'm right here, Jay. I'm not going anywhere."

She felt her own tears fall down her cheeks as they finally separated, giving him a small smile as their eyes met once more. "You know, this was the first time someone has put more clothes on me before kissing me."

Jay choked out a laugh "I guess I'm just not like the other guys then" he spoke, his words full of the humour and comfort that is always there when they're together, bringing his lips back down to hers to kiss her once more.