Another bench mark day has come. After six months, the doctors have recommended a course of treatment. I was invited to be present as this phase of Sonja's treatment begins.

"Well Sonja, we have talked for almost a month now. I gave you several alternatives. I asked a mental health expert to share with you your options in memory recovery. Unfortunately you seem to be in the 20 percent of people who suffer from post-concussion syndrome, where they continue to experience symptoms after six weeks."

"Unbeknownst to you, the team has been in contact with people who have known you for some time. This includes your family and your co-workers. You have also indicated that you want to aggressively seek treatment which coincides with what we have learned about you and your personal and work history."

"Let's start with the first day I saw you. You were brought here because an armored vehicle hit you in your parking ramp. Evidentially the brakes failed on the truck and struck your car. You were pretty smashed up and took quite a bump to your head. You were here for a month before we moved you down the street to what we called a long term care facility. For some unknown reason you woke up five months later."

"I see that you keep glancing at the gentleman that I asked to be here with us" the doctor continues. "Sonja you have met Christopher before. Chris is actually your husband"

"I have a husband? How long have we been married?"

"Five years?"

"How did I meet him? I mean you" Sonja asks as she looks directly at me.

"We worked for a law enforcement agency and we became partners" I respond. "Then you left and we met again a year later at a friend's wedding. We talked and realized that we did care about each other and dated long distance for a little over a year

"Before that I bought a new home in the city where I would be closer to the office and the downtown.

"So did I live with you there?"

"No we had a long distance marriage. You had already purchased a condo here in D.C. You were going to work here for five years then we were going to reassess where we would move together and raise our children."

"Children? We have children?"

I have to stop and take a deep breath. "We have little girl named Catherine. She's almost three."

"Wait a minute. They showed me a picture of a little girl and her name was Catherine. That's my daughter" she asked as she looked closely to my face? "Chris you have blue eyes too don't you? The counselor said the little girl had blue eyes like her father. She has hair like my hair."

"Yes Sonja she does, I say. Your mother says she looks just like you when you were a little girl except your eyes are brown."

At that Sonja starts to cry. Out of reflex I go to put my arm around her as the counselor holds up her hand to stop me.

Screw that! The love of my life is in pain. No one is going to stop me from holding my wife. To all of our surprise Sonja melts into my arms like she knew that she belong there. I begin to sing one of her favorite songs to her and again to my surprise, she begins to sing along with me with that beautiful voice of hers.

"How do you know that song Sonja?"

"I don't know, I just know it."

The closer I get to you, the more you make me see. By giving me all you got, your love has captured me. Over and over again I tried to tell myself that we could never be more than friends. And all the while inside I knew it was real. The way you make me feel.

Sonja use to sing that song to me after we declared our love for each other.

"Are you crying Chris?"

"I'm afraid so" I respond. "You use to sing that song to me after we reunited. It touched my heart then and again now to hear you sing it to me". We were always able to speak to each other through lyrics. When we were married, you told me 'Christopher, you are my song'. You had found this old song by a singer named Johnny Mathias entitled 'Until the Twelfth of Never' and told me that you would love me forever.

"When you would be away from me I would play a song that we had shared. You can't use the term that men don't cry around me since I met you. I held it inside me when you came back after the whole Tucker episode. You were right in saying that I didn't want to talk about it with you that day I picked you up at the airport, but I should have. Now I realize how much you always cared about me even though you refused to let me fully see it."

I look up see that the doctor and the counselor have slipped out of the room. About ten minutes later there was a quiet knock on the door. The staffer asked if we wanted to eat in Sonja's room or walk down to the cafeteria. Looking toward Sonja I let her decide. "I want out of here" she says. So I find her slippers and we take off for the cafeteria.

Two weeks later we are all surprised at the amount of progress that we have made. Sonja, however, is starting to get irritated that she is still unaware of things that we talk about. Her mother came out for a few days with family photos. I got irritated with her as she did not stick with the planned program and at times pushed Sonja too far too soon.

We came to the place where it was time for Sonja to go home. Home meant New Orleans. Sonja's oldest sister came out to join me at her condo as the movers packed up her belongings. We picked out two boxes of items to put into Sonja's bedroom thinking they might jog her memory even more. We walked through the unit with Sonja the day before the movers arrived. Talking through the many photos Sonja was able to get an idea of the many countries that she had visited, old friends and business associates. She strained to remember as she looked through the many photo books of Catherine. It hurt my heart to realize that she did not remember giving birth to Catherine and the first two years of her life. I had to leave the room for a while. Walking down to the parking ramp I found a place where I could weep openly. After collecting myself, I went back upstairs and resumed my seat next to my wife with her none the wiser.

Flying was challenge as well. Thank goodness we had government documents to bypass the screening. Sonja bristled at people touching her after the accident.

Frank Johnson, one of my old partners from NOPD met us at the airport. He stood with me as we retrieved our luggage. I had shipped most of Sonja's clothing directly to the house separate from the items going to storage.

We had decided that Sonja would have her own room, at least temporarily. It would be her choice if and when she returned to the master bedroom with me. Tammy and Ms. Loretta went to the house and unpacked all of Sonja's belongings, made her bed and hung up all of her clothing. King joined in and hung up photos and pictures unique to her on the walls. I trusted Tammy to make sure everything was ready for my dear one.

The first day I was at the hospital in D.C. with Sonja, I met a Navy Chaplain. As he introduced himself, he acknowledged that the NCIS director had asked him to come to assist me in any way possible. Over the next few days he managed to get our story out of me. I glossed over the x-rated parts but filled in those blanks in my mind

I walked through the condo one more time to insure that the movers had taken everything and signed their final documents. I went the first floor and sat down in the lobby to wait for the real estate agent who was handling the sale. Thank goodness we had consulted an attorney in both D.C. and New Orleans to handle our wills. With our dangerous jobs, we quickly realized how important it was that we took care of the legal aspects of our lives.

While waiting for the agent, I once I again I had the time to think back to our reunion and our life together first as significant others and later husband and wife.