"I thought we were heading back to my place?" Cassie asked when Harrison pulled up his car near the morgue.

"I just need to speak with Tru and get a few things straight," Harrison replied. "It won't take long."

"I'm sure she probably meant well," Cassie said as they got out of the car; she couldn't recall ever hearing Harrison say anything bad about his favourite sister before and his attitude was worrying her.

"I just want to make sure she doesn't interfere again," Harrison said. "It's not the first time she been meddling in my life recently but it's going to stop right now."

"Wouldn't you rather leave this until tomorrow, when you've calmed down a bit?"

"I'm fine," Harrison snapped. "I want this over with now, we could have this discussion tomorrow, then have Tru rewind the day and conveniently forget about the conversation altogether."

"I'm sure she wouldn't do that."

"She's got a habit of remembering what she wants to these days, or at least telling me what she wants me to know and nothing else. Doesn't it bother you in the slightest that she tried to set me up with my ex today?"

Cassie bit her lip as Harrison pushed the door to the morgue open.

"I'll take that as a yes," Harrison continued. "And that's why I'm going to have this discussion with her today."


Tru used the distraction of Jack's gun firing to get away from the robber's grip and twisting in his grasp she tackled him to the floor and the gun flew from his hand and under one of the shelves.

He made no effort to fight her off and remained still on the floor as the other police officer from outside ran into the store and took him into custody.

Tru looked towards Jack who was being cuffed by the first officer, his own gun removed. She couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face.

"Don't look so worried Tru," Jack advised as the officer led him out of the store. "I have a great lawyer."

Tru ignored him as she looked across the store to where Mrs Miller was sitting on the floor. She hurried across to her, seeing that Jack's shot had missed her completely and was embedded in the wall above her. Had Mrs Miller not ducked down to the floor following Tru being taken hostage the shot would have been ideally placed to kill her, just as Jack had intended. Tru breathed a sigh of relief that Jack had been so busy playacting for the benefit of the officer he had failed to notice the victim had moved.


Richard Davies glared at Jack as they left the police station.

"This is the last time I do this for you," Richard fumed as Jack grinned and breathed in the evening air and they walked away from the police station.

"It couldn't be helped," Jack said. "Tru was taken hostage and I had to take things into my own hands to ensure that the right victim died."

"Except you didn't even manage that," Richard replied. "The victim is alive and well and no doubt cooking dinner for her family this evening and instead of being with mine, I'm busy getting the charges against you dropped."

"Yeah, thanks for that," Jack commented. "Nice work by the way."

"There are only so many strings I can pull, only so many favours I can call in, and quite frankly I don't like wasting them on you; someone who should know better than to be getting himself arrested like that."

"It won't happen again," Jack assured him.

"It better not," Richard replied, climbing into his car and instructing the driver to move on.

Jack remained on the sidewalk watching the car move down the street and out of sight. Another rewind day, and another failure…he vowed to step up his game the next time around.


"Tru," Davis greeted her as soon as she arrived in the corridor leading to morgue itself.

"I'll be so glad when this day is over with," Tru said with a tired smile. "Diane Miller's safe though, and Jack's in jail which is a nice bonus."

"Harrison's back," Davis interrupted her. "He's through in the office and he's been waiting a while to talk to you."

"Do you know if he caught up with Cassie?" Tru asked.

"She's with him," Davis nodded. "I'll wait out here while you go talk to him."

"That bad huh?"

"You better not keep him waiting much longer," Davis advised.


Harrison paced the small office as he waited for Tru to return.

"Maybe she isn't even coming back here today?" Cassie suggested.

"She will," Harrison replied. "She'll come back to go through what has happened with Davis. Or if she doesn't she'll phone him and he'll tell us that she's not coming back."

"And if she doesn't?"

"Then we'll go over to her apartment."

"There's no need for that," Tru said from the doorway.

"Tru," Cassie said with a nod of greeting.

Tru flushed slightly, trying to read Cassie's impassive face without success.

"You win today?" Harrison asked.

"Yes," Tru replied thrown for a moment by Harrison's question.

"Good," he replied. "So there won't be any more distracting rewinds today. So we will both remember this conversation, right?"

"Harrison…" Tru began raising a hand to try to halt him.

"Don't you dare," Harrison cut her off. "Don't you dare."

"Harrison," Cassie said, standing up and placing a calming hand on his arm.

"It's okay," Harrison said, turning to Cassie with a quick smile. "I'm not going to start shouting or anything. I just want Tru to listen to what I have to say."

Cassie nodded and Tru did likewise when he turned his gaze towards her.

"I don't know why you thought that me and Lindsay getting back together was a good idea," Harrison started, raising his hand to stop Tru when she opened her mouth to no doubt explain again about the rewind day. "And I don't care. But I want it to be made clear right now that I don't want you interfering in my relationships like that again. Okay?"

"I thought it was for the best," Tru said in a quiet voice, knowing as soon as she had spoken that her words had been a mistake. Harrison drew in a deep breath and Cassie's eyes narrowed slightly, and she wished she could take the words back.

"You can't fix everyone's lives to your own liking," Harrison said. "And I won't let you fix mine like that. Yeah, I have a gambling problem, we both know I always will have, but you can't stop me living my life and that's a part of my life. I will slip up on occasions, I know that, but I have to make those mistakes Tru. I have to make them to learn from them, you know what I mean?"

Tru nodded, her brother making sense and sounding a lot more mature than she had ever known him to be.

"As for my relationships," Harrison continued when it was clear that Tru was not going to say anything and that she was listening. "I know you'll never approve of any girl I date, you never have, but again, it's my life and I don't want you interfering. You're getting as bad as Jack is with all the meddling. At least when he's hovering around stirring up trouble I know that's what he's doing, you're doing exactly the same thing just making it look like you're helping."

"That's not fair," Tru interrupted. Everything she had done had been with the best of intentions, the same could not be said for Jack.

"Maybe not," Harrison admitted. "But from my point of view, his stirring and your meddling don't seem that different, not when they both have the purpose of messing up my life and re-ordering it to someone else's liking."

"And what about when you need my help to keep your relationships going?" Tru asked with a hint of sarcasm. "What about when you want advice about gifts when you've screwed up again?"

"That's different," Harrison replied.

"Of course it is," Tru said. "When it's to your advantage to have me offering advice after you screw up on day one then of course it's different. You know as well as I do that the only time your relationships last longer than a few days is when I'm steering you in the right direction and helping you fix things on the second day."

"Well, I'm sorry to be such a burden to you. You know what you have to do to ease the problem that I apparently am though…stop interfering in my life." Harrison glared at his sister one last time before pushing his way past her and out of the morgue.

"Come on Cassie, let's get out of here," he called over his shoulder.

Tru looked at Harrison as he headed out of the morgue. Cassie waited a moment before turning to Tru. She opened her mouth as if to say something but closed it again and shook her head before following after Harrison.


Tru arrived back at her apartment later that evening after going over everything with Davis. His advice had been to let Harrison calm down and then try and smooth things over. She hoped he was right and that everything would soon be back to normal.

She closed the door behind her and saw immediately that Lindsay was making herself at home in her apartment. She felt guilty at leaving her alone for so much of the day and wondered whether she too was angry about the whole business with Harrison.

"You okay?" Lindsay asked as Tru hung up her jacket and walked over to the couch.

"Long day," Tru replied closing her eyes. "If you're going to yell at me then can it wait until tomorrow?"

"Yell at you?" Lindsay asked in confusion. "You're idea about me and Harrison has given me the best laugh I've had in weeks. You're right about him changing though. He's…different, more mature, still not the right guy for me but I think that if I was sticking around we could really become friends."

"You're not staying?" Tru asked, opening her eyes and looking at Lindsay.

"No, I'm going to go back to England and try and fix things with Randall. I'll just stay a few days to catch up with you guys and then head back. I've spoken with Randall; you don't mind me using your phone do you? He's fine with that, he's in meetings all week anyway but he's going to try and move his schedule about a bit for next week so we can spend some time together."

"So everything's still good between us?" Tru asked.

"Of course," Lindsay replied. "It'll be even better if you go get that bottle of wine I saw in the fridge earlier."

Tru grinned and jumped back up to get the bottle and some glasses, thankful that at least she hadn't lost her best friend after her error in judgement.


"So what about New Orleans?" Harrison asked after they had arrived back at Cassie's apartment, having avoided the subject all the way there.

"I don't know," Cassie said with a shrug. She was sat at one of the stools leaning on the counter, looking over the paperwork that she had spread out over the surface.

"Do you really want to go?" Harrison asked from where he stood at the other side of the counter.

"If I really wanted to go I would have already landed there," Cassie replied.

"So you're not going?" Harrison asked again. "You're staying?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No Cassie, I drove to the airport and had a fight with my sister because I really wanted you to go and leave me."

"Dumb question huh?"

"Yeah," Harrison replied. "A very dumb question. Please don't leave me."

"You could come with me," Cassie suggested.

"I don't know," Harrison said with a shake of his head. " This is my home, my family's here. I'm just starting to get to know my dad again and…"

"…and we've only known each other a short time," Cassie concluded for him. "It's okay, I'm not going."

"Just like that?" Harrison asked. "But it's a great opportunity."

"Yeah, it is," Cassie replied. "But there'll be other opportunities right here. Besides which, Jack seemed to think my leaving was a good idea and that more than anything puts me off of the whole deal."

"Jack knew about this?" Harrison asked with a concerned frown.

"Yeah," Cassie replied, thinking back to Jack's words near the bar. "I think he did. He never said anything specific about the deal or anything but he seemed to know that I was thinking of leaving."

"I wonder how," Harrison contemplated as he reached automatically for the phone to call Tru and ask her what she thought. He stopped himself and put the phone down before he started to dial her number.

"Does it matter?" Cassie asked.

"I guess not," Harrison replied as Cassie swept all the papers back into the folder she had pulled them out of.

"Um, Harrison," Cassie said distractedly as something came to mind that she hadn't quite registered earlier. "How come you finished your shift early today? I thought you said the manager was real strict about that sort of stuff."

"Oh yeah, I got fired," Harrison replied. "Seeing as how he's real strict about that sort of stuff and I had to go find Tru and then get to the airport and…"

"You got fired because of me?" Cassie asked in shock.

"No, because of Tru interfering," Harrison amended. "I'd forgotten all about it or I'd have brought that up with her too."

"But isn't your rent due?" Cassie asked, not wanting Harrison to get distracted into another rant about his sister.

"Oh hell," Harrison replied clutching his head in his hands as he realised she was right. "There's no way I'm asking Tru to pay my rent again, not after today, I'll never live it down."

"You don't have any money saved?" Cassie asked, knowing the answer but asking anyway, only to have Harrison shake his head.

"What about your dad?"

"I don't like asking him for money," Harrison admitted. "He tends to remember things like that and hold it against you later."

"So you'll let your pride put you out on the street?"

"You couldn't lend…?" Harrison started to ask, but quickly halted at Cassie's laughter.

"No I really couldn't," she laughed. "I have enough problems with getting the money for my own rent without paying yours for you."

"What do you suggest I do then?" Harrison asked with a sigh of frustration.

Cassie shrugged and smiled, wondering when the commitment-phobic Harrison Davies would come up with the idea she had been trying to work her way round to suggesting for a while. He was practically living at her apartment anyway, there was apparently a better selection of food in the fridge, the heating was better, it was tidier (something she suspected would change if he moved in), and it was closer to his former place of work and his sister's place.

She knew the second he thought of the idea for himself and watched him look around the apartment with a thoughtful look on his face before moving to stand beside her.

"You do have a lot of space here," Harrison said with a grin.

"You're saying you want to move in with me?" Cassie asked innocently.

"You don't want me here?" Harrison hesitated, his grin vanishing in an instant.

"Now who's the one asking dumb questions," Cassie grinned. "Yes, you can move in, on the condition that you find a job and pay a share of the rent. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Harrison replied, his grin returning as he hugged her and pulled her off of the stool. "You won't regret this."

"You forget that I've seen your apartment," Cassie replied. "If this one starts to look like that one then…"

"It won't," Harrison quickly assured her. "I promise I'll keep this place spotless."

"Good," Cassie replied and kissed him quickly on the lips. "You can start with the dishes you were going to do this morning before you walked out."

"What?" Harrison asked in surprise as he looked at the sink while Cassie wandered across the room and settled down on the couch.

"You ever thought of getting a dishwasher?" Harrison asked as he looked at the crockery in the sink.

"I already have one," Cassie joked. "His name's Harrison Davies."

Harrison laughed as he walked to the sink. "How about I wash and you dry?" he suggested.

"Sure," Cassie replied hopping back up from the couch and joining Harrison at the sink, satisfied that he knew from the outset that he was going to have to pull his weight if he was going to be living with her. Otherwise he might just find himself out on the street after all, though if there was one thing she knew for sure about Harrison Davies, it was that he was one of those people who always landed on their feet.

The End