A/N: Catching up on 'Moments', and trying to clear out some of my drafts that I store my stories in.
Timeline: After Natalie visits John at his hotel room after Jared's death.
He lays there and hears her moving in the bed again-she usually is such a sound sleeper, barely moves at night. But tonight is different-no matter in her bed at Llanfair or his bed at the hotel she's restless.
It's been hours since he finally got her to try and lay down and he took the couch, but he hasn't slept yet. Because he's listening for her to cry out and get the nerve up to take her in his arms and tell her it's ok. To stop being so damn tough.
He can hear when she reaches out for her husband and finds emptiness-because that's when he hears her whimper for a moment.
John thinks about when it was him she believed was in the morgue on a cold metal tray. Or Cristian, except for Cris there was no body. This is the third time she's gone through this, and this time is definite. This time there is no mistake on identity or unsure hope that a man she's loved is maybe not dead after all.
One can only take so much before they break. And he worries-worries that her breaking point is close and he's not going to be there to stop it from happening. Or he'll get there too late and then have to walk that very fine line as a cop-one only she makes him walk.
