Brennan sat next to Emma at the movies. He had decided it would be a good way to hide the fact that he actually forgotten her birthday. So he pretended to the movies was the plan all along. He sat watching her cry over a silly chick-flick; he didn't like watching her cry, even if it was just over a movie.

He wasn't sure why she chose this movie, but it was speaking to him like no movie had before. It was about two people who were in love with each other but didn't know it. Through a series of unfortunate events, they kept missing each other. In the end, the woman killed herself, not knowing the man was just late getting to their rendezvous point.

He had seen the movie before, but for some reason he was finally connecting to it.

Emma watched as Brennan watched the movie. She could feel something coming from him and it was the first time that she realized she had let her defenses down around him. She was no longer blocking his emotions, they were coming to her loud and clear.

He was in love with her and that movie was opening up a deep fear in him. He was afraid of losing her before he even had her.

If only it was me, he was thinking of, and not Shalimar.

She was hit with a brief image coming from Brennan. He was seeing the movie, but he was seeing himself play the guy in the movie and Emma play the girl.

But why is he picturing me? Wait, could he be in love with me? No, that's impossible, right?