Val wasn't tired. Normally sex always made her sleepy to where she was able to get a couple hours sleep, but Luke seemed to have revitalized her. Unfortunately, she couldn't get out of bed and do anything about it since Luke was asleep on top of her. She had somehow managed to sit up a little on the pillows and that helped a lot with the crushing weight of Luke. She turned on the television in his room and found one of her ghost shows to watch as he slept soundly.

She felt a little bad that she had sex with him knowing how tired he was. She could see it in his eyes and in his demeanour. He seemed to move a little slower when he was exhausted. She wondered if he was able to get a full night's rest while he had been away. With the way he hadn't moved since he had fallen asleep told her that he probably didn't. She ran her fingers over his skin absentmindedly as she tried to focus on her show. Her fingers ran across a scar on his shoulder and she ran her finger over it. It was long and thin making her assume that it was a knife wound.

She wondered where he was when he had gotten the wound. Who he was hunting. What they had done in order to catch the eye of DSS. The next thought made her heart thud against her ribcage painfully for a split second before settling back down. Had Luke killed whoever stabbed him? How many people had he killed? She knew he had killed before, but that situation was a classic "kill or be killed" scenario. She supposed it was like that in every situation that Luke managed to find himself in with DSS. The people he was after were probably trying to gun him down just as much as he was trying to hunt them down.

She bit her lip looking down at Luke. He looked so peaceful as he slept soundly with his arms wrapped around her. He was always sure to handle her gently as if he could break her if he gripped her too hard. Of course, he probably could. He could be a very dangerous man. She recalled the times when he had been public enemy number one in her little world. When he had been the most dangerous person on the planet. It was hard to believe that considering what he had put their family through, there they were cuddling after making love.

She smiled at the thought then ran her hand through her hair before letting her hand rest back comfortably on Luke. She would have never thought her road would have led her to where she currently was in the arms of the man who had once tried to rip her family apart. And if she had to be completely honest, she couldn't have been happier. He made her happy.

She felt her eyes start to grow heavy after a couple episodes of her show and she let herself drift off.

When she woke up, Luke had somewhat rolled off her, but his head was still resting on her chest and his arms were still wrapped around her waist. She glanced over at his clock and sighed. She had to be at the hospital in a little less than five hours. She looked down at Luke and grinned. Unfortunately, she would have to get up and start her day, but she didn't want to risk waking him since he still needed rest. She laid there for a moment weighing her options as she ran her fingertips over his skin. He didn't show any signs of moving anytime soon so she couldn't just lay there and wait for him to move. And he needed to move pretty soon. She had to pee.

She ran her hand slowly over his shoulder hoping that the feeling would make him roll away from her, but all it did was make him tighten his arms around her.

"Luke," she whispered hoping it was enough to wake him up. He didn't move or make a sound. "Luke." He grumbled as he tried to bury his head farther into her chest. "Luke."

"What?" he managed to get out. He sounded grumpy, but Val saw no other way to get him up. And her bladder felt like it was getting ready to explode.

"I have to pee. You gotta let me up." Luke groaned like he didn't really want to move, but he did anyway freeing Val from his grasp. She got out of the bed slowly so she didn't disturb Luke anymore than she had to then went into the bathroom. She took care of her business then decided that a shower was in order since she smelled like she had been trapped under a man twice her size the entire night.

After her shower she wrapped her hair up in a towel then wrapped another around her body. She stepped out into Luke's room and grinned. He had grabbed the pillow that she had claimed and had wrapped his arms around it. She walked over to her side of the bed and sat down. She reached for her bag that had her clothes in it and started digging through it.

She paused when she felt Luke's hand run over her back. She glanced back to him. He watched her through very tired eyes. She turned to him a little as she reached her hand back to brush it across his cheek. Luke closed his eyes as she touched him.

"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked in a low voice. Luke hummed as a smirk stretched across his lips. Before she could even react, Luke had grabbed her and forced her to lay back down with him. The sudden twist and movement had forced the towel around her body to come undone. Luke removed the towel from her hair slowly. He ran his fingers through her wet, messy locks and started kissing her neck.

"You," he whispered before pushing her onto her back. Val giggled and pushed him away. He huffed in protest looking down at her.

"Not right now. I just got out of the shower." Luke hummed the smirk returning to his lips. Val giggled again as he attacked her neck again. "Plus, I have to start on breakfast." Luke ignored her as he began to kiss down her body.

"I have my breakfast right here," he said as a matter of fact as he put his head between her legs. Val giggled once more. Okay, maybe once more before breakfast.

Val moved around his kitchen making brunch. It would have been breakfast, but Luke had kept her in bed for too long and she had to improvise. She had made Luke biscuits and gravy with scrambled eggs and bacon. He had hopped in the shower while she cooked since he had worked up quite the sweat with her. Val probably needed another shower, but she was too busy feeling like she was on cloud nine to worry about it. She had to work the night shift at work that evening and she was going to find it very difficult to leave Luke. Even if he was going to sleep most of the time anyhow.

Just as she had finished piling the food on serving dishes, she felt arms wrap around her from behind. She immediately knew it was Luke because of the sheer size of them. She leaned back into him with a sigh. She looked up at him and put her hand on his cheek.

"I'm going to need a ride to work or you can take me home so I can grab my car." Luke buried his face in her neck groaning.

"Call in." Val bit her lip shaking her head.

"I can't do that." Luke groaned again as his arms tightened around her.

"Yes you can." Val stepped away from him so she could turn to face him. She stuck her finger in his chest.

"Look, you didn't get me my old job back just so I could call out whenever you wanted me to." Luke laughed crossing his arms.

"You didn't know my motives when I did that." Val turned to grab the food so she could place it on his dining room table so she could finally eat. Luke had made sure that she had worked up quite the appetite.

"Oh, so you were crushing on me even then, huh?" Luke scoffed as he carried the remaining dishes.

"I wouldn't say crushing per say." Val gave him a look that she really didn't believe him, but she didn't really force the matter.

"I still need a ride to work though." Luke sighed giving her a look of clear disapproval.

"Fine."

Val should have listened to Luke. She should have called in and let him throw her over his shoulder and carry her back to bed where they could have disappeared into their own little world of nothing but sheer ecstasy and bliss. Because if she would have let him do that then she wouldn't have had to deal with the chaos that was that emergency room. She hadn't realized it was a full moon that night until she was already there.

There had been a really bad car accident with six vehicles involved and everyone ended up in with her. There had been one individual who had to go under her knife immediately since a large shard of glass had been lodged into his cheek. The EMT didn't want to remove it for fear of the man bleeding out. She had made quick work with the man in sewing him up then put the man in contact with a plastic surgeon so he wouldn't have the scar after it had healed. She wanted to glue it but the injury was too serious for that.

A few of the other victims only suffered from slight head trauma and broken bones, but they were nothing too serious. The person who had caused the accident was only sixteen years old and had only gotten his license three days before. He shouldn't have been out driving so late. He had walked away without a scratch, but the EMTs had talked him into going to the hospital just in case. Val was looking him over and noticed his pupils were dilated to the point to where his eyes were nearly solid black. This had worried her at first until his tox screen had come back with him testing positive for methamphetamine.

When his mother and father had arrived with their nerves shot, Val had no other choice than to inform the parents of his intoxication. It was surreal seeing the fire that appeared in his father's eyes. He had tried to attack his son for smoking. The man had called the poor boy everything that was an insult. Val had to call security on the man and had him escorted off the hospital property.

Just as everything had calmed down, there was a group of people that came in looking like they had went a few rounds with Floyd Mayweather. As it had turned out they were a mixture of different gangs that ran the streets of LA and had gotten into a turf war. There wasn't any life threatening injuries, but every single person that had been brought in had to be restrained because, even though most of them had been knocked stupid, they still tried to finish the job on the other gang. The cops were called in and nearly every single cop in LA had come to help with the damage control. One of the little punks had tried to attack her with a scalpel, but she had backed away just in time. She sedated him just because he had pissed her off. Just as everything was seemingly calming down some more, three women came in that was in labor. Val had delivered one of them in the hallway because the baby was coming out right there.

After that, she ran away so she could take a little bit of a break. She went to a secluded area and pulled out her cell phone. She stared at it for a moment before calling Luke. She wasn't sure if he was going to be up or not, but after a couple rings Luke answered his phone. They had made it through their initial greeting when Val had glanced down at her scrubs to see them stained with blood. She groaned loudly leaning her head back.

"I should have listened to you and called out. Full moons always brings the crazies through the door."

"Do you want the "I told you so" now or later?" Luke asked as she heard him rummaging through what she was assuming was his pantry. Her stomach growled involuntarily just thinking about his cooking.

"Fuck off," she grumbled.

"So later?" Val chuckled resting her back against the wall. The cold of the wall felt good on her back. The door opened and one of the nurses poked their head into her little sanctuary.

"Dr. Toretto, we need you out here." Val sighed then shooed her away. The nurse's eyes widened shut the door quickly.

"New girl is scared of me." Luke chuckled.

"You are pretty intimidating," he joked. Val sighed rubbing her temples.

"I have to go. I'll call you when I'm off."

Val stood at the nurse's station looking over the file the nurse had filled out on the patient they so desperately needed her for. The nurse stood nearby to answer any questions that Val may have had. Val flipped through the file taking all the information in. He was only a nine year old boy who had gotten the lead from a pencil in his eye. His blood pressure and heart rate was elevated, but that was to be expected. Val was the enemy. The scary doctor with the scary needles that she was going to torture him with. And here she was covered in blood spatter to add to the stereotype. She was going to traumatize the boy.

She looked to the nurse who was fidgeting away near her and rolled her eyes. The girl was fresh out of school. Val had heard that she was at the top of her class in every aspect so there was absolutely no reason for her to be acting so nervous around her. Unless she had heard the rumors about the criminal doctor. Well, they weren't really rumors since most of them were true. Like the fact that she was apart of an underground racing world that only certain people had access to. Or the fact that she got caught stealing narcotics. Or the fact that she was in jail for possession and grand theft auto. But there were also rumors about how she was an assassin and had to lay low for a while. That one was her personal favorite, but it simply just wasn't true. Val was going to have to talk to her. Let her know that she wasn't some scary monster that was hiding under her bed at night.

Val grabbed the file and walked into the room where they had the little boy. The mother was lecturing the boy over what he had done wrong. Val felt sorry for him. He held a wash cloth over his eye sniffling in pain and here he was getting yelled at.

"You know," Val said interrupting the mother, "When I was in school, I hated homework too, but never enough to where I would shove a pencil in my eye." The little boy sniffed, but Val caught the little grin on his face. Val sat down in her chair after washing her hands and slipped on a pair of gloves. She pulled the wash cloth away carefully. She checked his irritated eye. The piece of graphite was wedged in there pretty well, but a quick flush would take it right out.

"Do you want to go ahead and tell me how this happened? Go ahead and lay back." He laid back slowly as Val stood to get everything that she needed.

"I was doing homework and the lead broke and flew into my eye. Am I going to get lead poisoning? Jimmy said I was going to get lead poisoning." Val chuckled at the legitimate fear in his voice.

"Who is Jimmy?" Val asked.

"My brother. He said I was going to be poisoned and you were going to take my eye out." He paused for a moment. "You're not going to take my eye out, are you?" Val chuckled standing next to the bed he was laying on.

"No. And they haven't put lead in pencils since like the fifteen hundreds or something." The little boy looked up at her as if she were lying to him.

"Then why do we still call them lead pencils." Val shrugged.

"It's easier to say than graphite pencils. Now, what I'm going to do is flush your eye out with this," she said holding up the bottle.

"Is it going to hurt?" he asked.

"Not nearly has bad as me taking your eye out, but if you want me to do that…" He cut her off.

"No. No. Use that." Val glanced at the mother who seemed relieved to see that nothing was going to happen to her son. With one quick flush of his eye, the piece of graphite came right out and he was ready to leave. She gave him a little red sucker.

"You can eat that now or you can wait until you get home and eat it in front of Jimmy." The boy grinned evilly at her then hopped up off the bed. For the next few hours, everything seemed to be going really well. The people were coming in slowly and there was nothing too serious and just as soon as Val let her guard down, everything went to hell.

Author's Note: Ha! Cliffhanger! Happy 4/20 everyone! (If you know what I mean). Reviews and all that. Welcome to all the new followers and favorites! Love you guys!

Aven