3 days later…

Brody kicked off her shoes and stretched out gingerly against her partner in the twin sized hospital bed. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked, lying up against him so that she could breathe in his scent. Day 3 of sponge baths she was surprised at how good he smelled.

"I'm good," Chris murmured into her neck right before pressing down on the medication button. He was still in a fair amount of pain but not so much that he couldn't stand to have his partner lay beside him for a little bit.

Her soft body and curves pressed up against him? How could he say no? He just thankful he was wearing sweats and not a hospital gown. All that aside, he glad was that she had found peace from her so called curse. It had now been two full days that she had been free of mishaps.

Brody shifted slightly mindful of his injuries. "You know if anyone comes in here, we're toast."

"We're watching a movie. What are they going to say?" Not to mention it was 12:45 in the morning. The only person that would be coming in was the night nurse and from what Chris had seen so far she seemed like the kind of person that would be cool with it.

He wasn't sure exactly where they stood as far as their relationship went, but he was happy. Over the last few days, he'd seen a different side to Brody; one that was soft and vulnerable. A hug here, a stolen kiss there she had become a partner with benefits. More importantly, he was starting to fall for her.

"Did you harass any more Voodoo Queens today?" he quipped, pulling her in close so that he could drop a kiss into her hair.

"No," she smiled lifting her chin. "But I did leave another loaf of pound cake for Marie Laveau."

"Because that worked out so well last time."

"It was your idea," she giggled stealing a kiss.

He responded to her kiss, by anchoring the back of her neck. Expertly, he sealed his mouth over hers. Using his free hand, he ran his fingertips down the length of her body.

Merri giggled softly at the feel of his hand next her skin as he pulled her blouse free, traveling up her back. This could easily turn into something more if they weren't in a hospital bed she thought as she started to feel a long forgotten twinge between her thighs.

Her hands on his face, she met his kiss move for move until her back arched crushing her into his chest. Caught up in the moment, she accidently brought her leg up and straight into his tender abdomen.

"Argh!" Chris recoiled quickly withering in pain.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry!" Brody whispered, her voice rising.

Teeth gritted. He began to curl in on himself.

"Breathe! Breathe!" she squealed, pressing the call button as she jumped off the bed. Slapping her hand over her mouth, Brody slowly started to back out of the room so that she wouldn't be in the way.

Two nurses dashed passed her.

Brody was so mortified by what she had done that she didn't see Loretta come up behind her until they collided.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you!"

"What's happened to Christopher?"

"He just doubled over in pain," Brody returned flustered.

Loretta looked at the agent. What was Brody doing here at this time of night? "What were the two of you doing? Never mind-"

A pregnant paused lapsed while she waited for Brody to regain her composure.

"We have a problem," Loretta, stated calmly. "Hildy Johnson is dead."

"The old woman from the Voodoo shop?"

"She was found strangled to death a little before midnight."

Not surprised, Brody's cell phone began to hum. It was Pride. She knew she needed to go but her heart was longing to stay with Chris. For several minutes, both Brody and Loretta watched from the hallway as LaSalle's face contorted and then finally relaxed.

"He'll be fine," Loretta assured, placing her hand on Brody's shoulder.