"Where is he?" Julia asked as she ran into the morgue.

George pointed to the laboratory and followed her.

"What happened?" she asked as she appraoched William who was sitting on a chair, his arm badaged.

"It's nothing, Julia." he tried to reassure her.

"You've been shot, William, that's not nothing." she said, taking the bandage off his arm to examine the wound.

"It just grazed me, Julia. I am perfectly fine." he repeated, kissing her cheek as she was bent over to check his arm.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

"No, not anymore. I'm fine, I swear." William said, smiling at her as he took her hand.

"Alright, let's go home." Julia said.

As William gathered his things and asked Doctor Grace if Sherlock Holmes would be alright, he walked out of the morgue, his wife by his side. The ride home was silent, Julia never letting go of his hand. As they entered their house, she helped him take his jacket off and walked away quickly, heading for the kitchen. William could tell something was wrong with her. Normally, she wouldn't stop talking, tonight, she had not said a word since they left the morgue. He sighed and followed her. She had her back turned to him and she appeared to be cutting some vegetables.

"Julia? Are you alright?"

She simply nodded.

"You don't look alright." William insisted. "What's wrong?"

He felt her tense and instantly knew that he had asked the wrong question.

"What's wrong William?" she asked, very angry as she truned around to face him. "What's wrong? You've been shot, that's what's wrong! How can you act as if nothing had happened? As if you are fine? You can't be fine William! You've been shot!" she yelled at him. "You've been shot and … and I ..."

She was having trouble breathing correctly, tears were heavily rolling down her cheeks. William walked up to her and took her in his arms.

"Breathe, Julia." he whispered in her ear, one of his hands moving up and down her back. "Just breathe. I'm fine, everything if perfectly fine." He continued, soothing her.

They stayed like that for a few minutes until Julia had calmed down. When she had managed to get her breathing under control, William moved them to the living room and made her sit on the sofa. He went back to the kitchen quickly to get her a glass of water and sat down next to her.

"What happened Julia?" he asked calmly, placing a hand on her sigh.

"I … I don't know. I'm just really tired these days, and you were shot and ..."

"And?"

"And I'm not the one taking care of you when something happens anymore." she finally admitted.

"Oh, Julia!" William said, taking her back in his arms. "Is that really what you think? You are taking care of me everyday!"

"I know, it's just … I miss being with you during the day. I know it's stupid, that we are married, that we live together but … I miss you." she said, blushing deeply.

"It's not stupid, Julia. I miss you too. We worked together for so long, it's realy hard not having you around. Everytime I go to the morgue and see Doctor Grace, I'm disappointed it's not you." William admitted. "She does a really good job but … she's not you." he sighed.

"How did we survive when I was away for five months?"

"I don't know and there is not point to try and understand because there is absolutely no way I am letting that happen again." William said, hugging her tighter against him.

"I think we're a desperate cause. Shouldn't we be bored with each other by now?" Julia laughed.

"So, did he leave as David Kingsley or Sherlock Holmes?" Julia asked, taking her dress off and placing it on a chair. "William!"

"What?" he asked, his eyes glued on her body.

"Can you answer my question?"

"What question?" he asked, following her as she walked into the bathroom.

"You are such a man!" she laughed.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because as long as a woman is in her underwear, you would follow her anywhere." she said, walking back in the bedroom.

"That's not true."

"Yes it is, you just followed me in the bathroom for no reason and your eyes were stuck either on my chest or on my backside."

"Well, yes, but that's just because it's you, I don't care about any other women." William rationalized.

"That's good to know. Now, would you unlace my corset?"

"With pleasure!" he answered, a huge smile on his face. "I thought you decided not to wear corsets anymore." he said.

"I know but with this dress I have to, it doesn't fit correctly."

"I like when you don't have a corset." William whispered in her ear, making her shiver as he took the corset off.

"Oh I know." Julia laughed, turning around in his arms so she could face him. "You have made it very clear on numerous occasions." she said, kissing him softly. "Now, how come I am almost completely naked and you still have all your clothes on?" she asked, starting to untie his tie.

"Well, you are much more attractive than me so you have to be the one to be naked the longest so I can take it all in." William said, smiling.

"I"ll have to disagree with you here Mr Murdoch. You have a very attracive body. In fact, you should be naked a lot more often." Julia laughed, kissing him before opening his shirt collar. "What is that?" she asked.

"What is what? I can't see my own neck, you know?" William laughed.

"You have a dark line at the base of your throat, almost as if … William, did someone try to strangle you?"

"Yes." he mumbled.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, making him sit on the bed to examine his neck closer.

"I didn't want to upset you." he simply said. "And Sherlock saved me anyway, so it's not important."

"Not important? Really William? You should have told me."

"I'm sorry I didn't."

"Is it because of what happened the other day? Is that why you didn't tell me?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I had completely forgotten about it, I swear."

"How can you forget that someone strangled you?" she laughed.