"Is he often this late?" Lynette asked.

"It comes with the territory," Nick said, retrieving a drink from the fridge.

"No offense to you Nick," Lynette started, "But I would feel a lot better if Nash was home."
"He's working on a case," Nick said, "Your case. Maybe he got a lead."
"What if he's been hurt?" Lynette worried, "Or in an accident? What if he's alone and he needs help?"
"I know my son," Nick said, "He can take care of himself. Now, if you will excuse me, I think I will turn in. Goodnight, Cassidy."

Lynette looked at him. "Nick...?" she said, concerned that he had addressed her as the wrong person.

"Yes?" Nick said.

Deciding not to pursue it she said, "Goodnight."

"He will be home soon don't worry," Nick said and retreated into his room.

Lynette was trying to read a magazine, but she could not concentrate. Sighing she flopped it down. Then she heard footsteps and Nash walked in. When he saw Lynette, he said, "What are you still doing up. It's late."

"I couldn't sleep," Lynette said, "I was worried about you. Where have you been?"

"Working," Nash said, opening a beer, "What are you so uptight about?"
"You were supposed to be home hours ago," Lynette said, "You didn't call and I didn't know where you were or if you were hurt, or what happened to you. I had so many possibilities running through my head..."

"Lynette," Nash said, stopping her. He paused and said, "Was it a nice ceremony?"

"What?" Lynette said.

"Our wedding," Nash said, "Because I don't remember you becoming my wife."

"I was worried," Lynette said.

"As you can see I am perfectly fine," Nash said, "I appreciate your concern, but you have to understand that I work all kinds of different hours. I can't always be home when shift is over."

"I'm sorry, I got so upset," Lynette said, "I just feel much safer when you are here."

"Okay, let me try this again," Nash said, "You are safe here. There are two police guards downstairs and one right outside this door. I will be with you when I can, but you have nothing to worry about. I would not leave you, if I didn't think you were safe."

Lynette nodded.

"Maybe it would be a good idea if we both got some sleep," Nash said

"Could you wait just a minute?" Lynette said, "I need to discuss something with you."

"It can't wait?" Nash said.

"It's about your father," Lynette said.

"What happened now?" Nash said.

"Tonight...he called me Cassidy," Lynette said, "I think he thought I was his granddaughter."

"Not again," Nash sighed.

"Again," Lynette said, "This has happened before, hasn't it."

"Nick has been experiencing some memory lapses," Nash said, "In the morning he won't even remember what he said to you."

"Nash, I'm sorry," Lynette said, "Nick is so sweet, it doesn't seem fair that this is happening to him."

"No, it isn't," Nash said, "However, it doesn't do any good to dwell on it. We're just taking one day at a time. It's late, let's try and get some sleep."

Later that night, Lynette wandered into the kitchen for a drink. She was surprised to find Nash sitting on the couch, pouring over folders.

"Nash?" she said.

Looking up at her, he said, "Hi."

"What are you doing?" Lynette said, "Do you have any idea what time of night it is?"

"Couldn't sleep," Nash said, not looking up from his work, "What's your excuse?"

"I was thirsty," Lynette said. She retrieved a drink and said, "Is that my case your working on?"

"It sure is," Nash said, "It's amazing how slick your kidnappers are."

"Nash, you're much smarter than they are," Lynette said.

Nash rubbed his forehead and Lynette said, "Are you alright?"

"Don't I look alright?" Nash said.

"Honestly, no," Lynette said, "You look tired."

"Lack of sleep will do that to a person," Nash said.

"Maybe you should slow down a little and not work so hard," Lynette said.

"I can't afford to," Nash said, his attention back to a folder.

"Nash, I'm serious," Lynette said, "You are going to burn out, or make yourself sick. When was the last time you had a vacation?"

"I can't remember," Nash said.

"You just proved my point," Lynette said.

"Lynette, would you get off my back?" Nash growled. Then he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm just really frustrated and I shouldn't be taking it out on you."

"You really need to get some sleep," Lynette said.

"I already tried that," Nash said, "It didn't work."

"That's because you're not relaxed," Lynette said, "Why don't you let me help."

"Just how do would you do that?" Nash said.

She walked towards him. "First of all, no work," she said, taking the files from his hands.

She walked behind him and taking his shoulders she pulled him back against the couch. She then began to massage him. Nash groaned in pain. "No wonder you couldn't sleep," Lynette said, "You're so tense."

"Comes with the job," Nash said.

"Well, I'm going to make those muscles relax," Lynette said.

Nash smiled and closed his eyes. She continued for a few minutes and then said, "Doesn't that feel better?"

There was no response. Leaning over his shoulder, she could see Nash had his eyes closed. "I guess I have my answer," Lynette said. She stood up straight and removed her hands. Nash opened his eyes, "Is that it?"

"I thought you were asleep," Lynette said.

"I told you, that won't happen anytime soon," Nash said, stretching, "But I appreciate the effort." He smiled at her.

"I did my best," Lynette said, walking into the kitchen. She put her glass in the sink and when she turned around Nash was lying on the couch.

"Nash?" she said. He was sound asleep. Watching him, Lynette smiled. She covered him up with a blanket and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight," she whispered and retreated to her room.