They were making the most of the warm night, taking a stroll arm in arm, talking about their latest case and another one of George's crazy theories.

"He should really write down all of his ideas." Julia laughed. "He has such a productive imagination, it would be a shame not to do something with it. Now for example, look at this full moon, I'm sure he has some incredibly well documented theory on how there are people living on the moon, or on how we could go up there and look down on Earth and study the way we live." she continued.

"The most disturbing fact in everything you just said is that you are probably right." William laughed, pulling her closer to him. "Aren't you cold in this dress?"

"No, I'm fine." she said, kissing him on the cheek. "And when I am cold, you'll just have to give me your jacket and bring me home."

"Yes, so I will be the one who will be cold, like always." William mumbled.

"Don't worry, if you get cold, once we are home, I'll make sure to make you hot again. I promise." she whispered in his hear, making him shiver.

"I'm feeling really cold all of a sudden. Maybe we should turn around and head home before I catch something." William said, making a show of coughing.

"Sure, why not." Julia laughed, turning around.

On their way back to their house, they met Mrs Jones and her son and stopped to talk for an awkward moment. Once they parted ways, William and Julia walked back home quickly. As William was opening their front door, Julia kissing his neck and unbuttoning his vest, they heard bicycle breaks in their alley. Sure enough, Constable Higgins called for them.

"Detective, you're needed at a crime scene. And the Doctor too. George is already there. I leave the address here." he said, putting the piece of paper under a rock and cycling away.

"I swear this man only appears when we are … busy. Never at any other moment. And when you want him to do something, you can never find him. One of these days I am going to ..."

"You're not going to do anything to the poor man William." Julia laughed, her head falling on his shoulder. "We better get going or we'll spend all night at work. I can't open up a dead body and keep my promise to my husband. And I would rather keep my promise." she said, kissing him quickly before walking down the few steps of their front porch to collect the paper Higgins had left for them.

He had hesitated before coming to the morgue but his neck itched more and more and that decided him. When he entered, Julia was cleaning the slab.

"Are you done for the day?" he asked, walking to her, his hand on his neck.

"Yes, I have an appointment outside in half an hour. Not that I'm not happy to see you but what are you doing here?" she asked, looking up at him, putting her cleaning supplies away.

William took his hand off his neck and revealed the long scratch he got there.

"What happened to you?" Julia asked, getting closer to examine it.

"I was … attacked?"

"By what?"

"I don't really know. The same thing that killed our victim. But it didn't want to kill me." he added right away when he saw the look on his wife's face. "Don't worry Julia, it jumped on me from behind, scratched my neck and ran off, nothing more."

"Alright, I'll take a look at it but it seems superficial. Sit down here." she said, showing the slab.

She examined him, disinfected the scratch and put a creamy thing on it. She felt William's legs encircle her close to him.

"William, what are you doing?" she laughed.

"Just remembering the last time you examined me here after I was attacked by an animal." William said, taking the jar out of her hand and putting it on the slab next to him.

"That's a very good memory." Julia said, smiling at him.

"Yes it is. Oh and you made a promise that you didn't keep last night if I remember correctly." he said, sliding down the slab to be on the same level as his wife as he kissed her.

"I don't have time William." Julia protested, responding to his kiss.

"Can't you postpone your appointment."

"No. I'm sorry. And I need to leave soon." she said. "Really soon." she added when she felt his hands on the collar of her dress.

"Let's not waste any time talking then." William said.

"I really don't have time William." Julia repeated, pushing him away reluctantly. "I promise, as soon as I get home, I'll take care of you."

"That's two promises Mrs Murdoch." William teased.

"Don't worry, I can keep two promises at a time." she laughed. "What has you so … amorous today?" she asked, buttoning her dress back up.

"Surely my near death experience. And you would think my wife would want to take care of me after such an adventure."

"Don't worry, I will take care of you. Just not right now." she said, kissing him quickly before going into her office and putting her hat on.

She kissed him one last time before she left. Alone in her office, William looked around, frustrated. His eyes found her calendar and he saw her appointment. "Out with Regie".

"Whoever you are Regie, I don't like you." he said, leaving the morgue.

"Two days in a row uh?" Julia asked as William walked into the morgue, a bag of ice on half his face. "What happened this time?" she asked, taking the ice out of his hand.

"The inspector pushed me into a wall." William said.

"Why? Did you annoy him that much?" she laughed.

"He pushed me so he could shoot the man who attacked me yesterday."

"Oh, that's a good reason I guess." she smiled. "It's going to hurt for a few days but there is no durable damage. It's a good thing I kept my promises last night, it would have hurt today." she teased.

"I'm sure it could make me feel better." William smiled, before grimacing in pain.

"Keep the ice on your face for a while longer, it will prevent any swelling." Julia said, giving the bag back to him.

"Did your appointment go well yesterday? You never really told me last night."

"Well, I had promises to keep dear husband." Julia laughed.

"How did it go? And what sort of appointment was it anyway?"

"It's a surprise."

"I don't like surprises."

"This one you will love, I promise. And we both know I keep my promises." she said, kissing him quickly. "Are you finished for the day? Can we go home now or do you have something left to do at the office?"

"We can go home. My report can wait for tomorrow. I'm not sure I could write anything anyway with my headache."

"We'll go home then my wounded detective, and I'll take care of you." Julia said, taking his hand, and pulling him towards the door.