A/N So I again took artistic license, point pleasant is north of the spot in NJ where you do wind up going south to go north (because two towns refused to have 95 go through them they built the road around the town resulting in going south to go north) This is the last chapter as well, I enjoyed writing it, hope you enjoyed reading it, I do have a one shot post this though that I'll write tomorrow. And yes, Casablanca is my favorite movie, it's why I quote from it all the time, hence the title of this fic.

"I think you're going the wrong way." He pointed out as they passed a sign for 95 south to stay in the lane they were in.

"I was just going north a minute ago." She responded looking at each of the signs that they passed. No, there was no doubt about it, they were heading south, although she knew that she had been going north and hadn't pulled off of the highway.

"Don't you have a map?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"We got down here just fine, didn't we?" She asked him, and he shrugged. "Look, there's a gas station, we'll ask them." She turned the SUV off into the small stop and while she was refilling the tank asked them which way to go.

"You're going just fine." The attendant replied.

"But that says south, we want to go north. 95 north just disappeared." The husky man gave a deep long laugh.

"You're not in Boston anymore. Round here, directions don't quite make sense but if you think you're going the right way you are." The tank filled and she paid, just as confused as she was before.

"Let's just keep going, if we hit Delaware, we know we went wrong." She said, pulling back onto the highway.

"Wake me when we're in Boston." He said, leaning his head against the window.

"Excuse me, Mr. I-Want-To-Stay-In-Bed-All-Week? You want to sleep?" She teased.

"We didn't do much sleeping in that bed." She grinned as he unconsciously rubbed the spot on his hip where the henna tattoo sat.

"Told you so." She proclaimed as she saw a sign for Hoboken. "We passed that on the way down, we're going the right way." He shrugged and tried to drift back off to sleep, the blasting radio making that more difficult than it should have been.

They were already closing in on the Connecticut border when the phone rang, startling him out of his deep sleep. She answered it, trying to hold it to her head with the hand closest to him to stop any peeking state troopers from noticing it. "Jordan." She murmured quietly, thinking he was still asleep. "Ok Lilly, I'll be there in a few hours, I'm in Connecticut now." She flipped the phone shut and he stirred.

"A friend?" She nodded.

"Lilly." She told him.

"How are they holding up without either of us?"

"Apparently not so bad." She paused and he could tell that there was something more that she wanted to say, and he stared at her expectantly. "Woody wants to see me." The words almost ran together and they were spoken so quietly he could barely hear them.

"Oh." There was a pregnant pause in the conversation, both of them thinking about what it meant.

"Jordan-" He started at the same time she said his name. They both smiled at each other, both of them backing off waiting for the other to speak.

"You're still my best friend, no mater what, right?" She asked him, and he nodded.

"No matter what." He told her.

"Pinky swear?" She asked, holding out her hand, and he grinned, their little fingers locking together. "Garret, I just want to tell you now, in advance, I'm sorry for anything I'm going to put you through."

"You already complained about not wanting to lead me on." He reminded her and she nodded.

"I just need to get my heart, my mind, and my body to all agree on something, anything." She sounded almost sad at her confession.

"Take your time." He soothed and half meant his words. He knew what he wanted for purely selfish reasons. He could be what she wanted, he could be the calm to her storm, but he was happy only having her for a short bit of time, and having her as a friend rather than not having her at all. But if he had her, he wanted all of her, he wanted her whole heart, not her with her heart half loving someone else wondering what if.

"So back to reality." She said as they crossed the state border back into Massachusetts, back into familiar streets.

"Back to reality." He repeated, not wanting it to end. A stray tear made it's way down her cheek and he gently wiped it away. "Don't cry. Just relax." He kissed her as they pulled up to his house.

"Garret-" She started, and he paused outside of her car window on his way to collect his bag. "Thank you."

"For what?" He asked collecting the piece of luggage.

"I was going numb from everything, this week I felt something, I hadn't felt anything since Slokum took over and Woody got shot." He cupped her face gently with one hand, and kissed her one last time, wrapping a hand in her hair.

"We'll always have the beach, at least." He told her, as he walked towards his door.

"Here's looking at you kid." She mocked as he walked inside, watching her as she drove away with only a wave.

"Yeah, we'll always have the beach." He repeated, pouring himself a tumbler of scotch and sitting back in his recliner.