Thanks for all your guesses and super reviews and thanks especially to tigpop, who's earlier reviews inspired the ending . I told you, you wouldn't have to wait long…

"Harry you're not just saying this because I've got 48 hours to live," she asked, gesturing to the notepad.

"How many times? Nikki you're fine. Please! I love you, move in with me?" he blurted out too eager to hear her answer to finish the game.

Nikki grabbed the pencil and wrote on her pad but held it tight to her chest. She was just about to reveal it when Grumpy Doctor appeared at the door. He was dressed in casual clothes, no ventilator, no apron, no boots, no gloves.

"You're free to go; it's probably norovirus or something similar, it'll clear up quickly, especially with all the antivirals we've given you. Thank you for your patience and cooperation," he said and left the door open.

Harry beamed at Nikki.

"Don't say I told you so, or I really won't talk to you!" she said.

"Yes, you will," he grinned and tapped the pad of paper in her hand.

"I won't," she laughed

"Show me," he pleaded.

She paused dramatically for effect and turned the paper over.

There were three dashes drawn in the middle of the page.

"I told you I wasn't talking to you," she laughed.

"Yes you are!" he smiled and pulled her towards him and kissed her gently.

As they made their way towards the door, Nikki turned to Harry and asked.

"Harry, you did tell Grumpy Doctor he would need to use one of those special tests didn't you?"

"I beg your pardon?" Harry replied stopping dead in his tracks.

"The one's suitable for the very very very early stages of a pregnancy."

"I, I, I?" spluttered Harry. "You said nothing happened!"

"We were both pretty drunk Harry!" she giggled.

"But you weren't sick today were you?" Harry said.

"No," she said slowly.

"Well?"

"I'm just not sure I really remember all of it."

"But you drove us to that crime scene!" Harry exclaimed.

"Hmm, that was probably a mistake too," she admitted.

"Too?"

She didn't reply.

"Nikki?" he said his eyes wide, his voice low.

"Maybe it happened without us actually knowing … sometimes you don't actually have to do it… close is sometimes enough."

"NIKKI?" he repeated but his voice had seemingly gone up an octave.

"I mean we were both naked…" she continued.

Harry's mouth opened but his vocal chords couldn't make a sound that high pitched.

"Oh, come on Harry!" she chuckled. "You really think neither of us would remember?"

He stared at her; unsure now; desperately trying to read her face. Up until that moment he hadn't doubted her honesty at all.

"What do you mean?" he asked gently.

She sighed and looked away, "Maybe it was me, just hoping again," she admitted. "We would have remembered wouldn't we?" She reached up and touched his face then. Harry leant into her hand, it was the first time, this whole weekend that she had voluntarily reached out to him. He could feel his face grow warm under her touch. Surely he would have remembered; especially if just her hand on his face had this effect on him.

Harry pulled his mock serious face on again.

"I have been told in the past that I am pretty memorable."

"Let's go and find out then shall we?" she suggested.

"That, my dear Dr Alexander is the best thing you've said to me all weekend."

"But I've not been talking to you," she laughed.

"Oh yes, you have!" he replied his eyes shining and happy. "You have said everything to me, I have ever needed to hear."

"Not quite," she admitted realising her omission.

"Why don't you save that for another time when you're not talking to me?" Harry suggested.

She smiled, "Sounds good to me," and then a beat later added "I do though."

"Doesn't count," Harry laughed.

"Take me home," Nikki said and laughed too.

"Home?" He looked into her eyes to see if what she was asking was really what he dared to hope she was asking.

"Home," she confirmed lacing her fingers through his.