There is a slight spoiler from season 13 considering Abby and Luka's baby's name but apart from that it's all my original work.

2 months after Gallant died:

Neela sat on her bed in Abby's apartment, packing the last few things into a brown box.

"You ready to become roomies again?" Ray asked, she smiled at the grin plastered across his face as he picked up the last box and headed for the door.

It had only been a matter of time before this happened, Abby moving in with Luka. They couldn't keep running back and forward from each apartment with a baby. Their child was a beautiful baby boy; the perfect combination of his parents. He had Luka's deep, mesmerizing eyes, surrounded by his long curled eyelashes, and his father's enchanting smile, that same smile that Abby had fallen in love with all those years before. He also had Abby's nose and cheekbones, a facial structure many would be in awe of in the years to come. Joseph was already a heart-breaker and he wasn't even a few months old.

Neela sat in the van next to Ray, smiling to herself as he sang along with the radio. She took one more look at Abby's apartment, and realized that she was moving on, that part of her life was now in the past and leaving the apartment was the beginning of something new. She always had the memories. Ray seemed to be a recurring figure in all these memories; some of which were happy and others that occurred when she was at her lowest. But Ray was always there to help her through.

- Flashback -

(or as my dear friend Ella says "Flashcake")

Abby's apartment, the day after Neela finds out that Gallant is dead.

She hadn't ventured out of the flat since yesterday, not since she had had got back from work and certainly not after watching the video tape Michael had sent her. She had sat staring into space, as she tried to process all the information she had received that day. An overwhelming feeling of guilt drifted over her as she sat in that state. She started to believe that it was her fault Gallant had died. That somehow he had become aware that her feelings for him were fading and that this caused him to not come home to her. If he had come home he would not have died, he would still be here. Was it wrong that in a way, she was glad he had not come back? She didn't want him dead, of course not, but while he was away, she was happier, in a way. She was happier because she was with Ray.

-End of Flashback-

She stepped through the door of her old apartment. It hadn't changed that much really, though it was a lot cleaner than how she had left it.

"I kept my promise," Ray said grinning, seeing the look of confusion on Neela's face, he added, "Remember the night you left, I promised that there would be no more dirty dishes?"

"Ah yes, now I get it, how very witty Barnett," she said in a sarcastic tone. She couldn't help but smile up at him as she said "It's good to be home."

The whole English language seemed to escape Ray when she said this; all he could do was gather her up in a tight embrace with a stupid grin plastered across his face.

-Flashback-

2 Weeks after Gallant's Funeral

"I'm not hungry Ray."

"You have to eat; you'll make your self ill." Ray said looking at her, concern in his eyes.

"Look, you don't have to worry any more, I'll be fine, you can go home now if you want."

"What if I don't want to?" There was a pause. If he was honest, he was scared to leave her, he didn't want her to slip back into the state were she didn't register a single soul. The silence was broken by her exasperated voice.

"Then stay, but don't force me to eat!"

"Fine." He sat next to her on the sofa. She hadn't eaten for days and he was starting to get seriously worried. She's a doctor she knows the danger of not eating. He thought.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a sob, he looked to his left were Neela sat, her hands covering her face. Ray put his arms round her shoulders and let her rest her head against him as she cried, this had become frequent recently: one minute Neela would be sitting quietly, and the next minute, she would be overwhelmed with emotion. Ray always acted in the same way, just as he had the night after Gallant's funeral.

"Talk to me." Ray offered. There was pure concern in his eyes when he looked at her now.

"I'm trying to help, but you keep pushing me away. You don't have to go through everything on your own. Please just talk to me."

"I don't no what to say?" Neela said between sobs.

"Urm… Maybe start at the beginning… okay, how did you feel when you found out that he'd died?"

That night Neela finally broke the barrier holding all her emotions in. She let go of every inhibition she had had since Michael had died. It felt right somehow, sitting with Ray's arms wrapped around her as she talked to him about everything she had gone through since Michael had gone back to Iraq. She told him that she doubted that Michael wanted to spend the rest of his life with her "Because if he did, why would he have gone back?"

"I don't know Neela, but I know he loved you, I saw the way he looked at you," At this she started to sob again. Ray continued to hold her in his arms.

-End Flashback-

Neela walked into her old room and sighed at the sight that greeted her. It was so empty but it felt so right to be there again. A smile then broke across her face as she noticed something lying on he bed. She walked over to it, and picking the shirt up she held it to her face taking in Ray's scent she couldn't believe that he had kept it for her.

"Settling back in okay?" Came a voice from the doorway. She gave him a smile and patted the bed beside her gesturing for him to come and sit with her.

"What would I do without you Ray?"

"I'm sure you'd be okay, Dr Neela can handle anything remember?" he gave her a weak smile, and she sighed. Putting her hands around his middle she brought him closer to her so that his arms rested on her shoulders and her head on his. There they sat for what seemed hours just holding each other. She really was glad to be home.