Natasha's POV
The plus side of having no memories past the 6 months is that there were no bad ones, but nothing to compare them to either. At least I have Olivia. She had been so kind and incredibly patient the first month. Even though I sensed the walls that she had carefully constructed around herself, she was always there to reassure me. We slept in separate bedrooms the first 2 months, but the night often brought out the horrors of war for the blonde. I would crawl into her bed to help soothe away the fear, to rescue her each night just as she saved me before going back to my own bed.
Towards the end of the second month we both retired to our rooms after an amazing meal served with wine. It's how we ended most nights actually. For whatever reason, this particular nightmare was stronger than the others. My usual methods of soothing her were not working this time. I held onto even tighter, kissed her alongside her head, whispered words of comfort. Even though she was looking in my direction she appeared to be in another world. It hurt me to see her locked in so much pain. This strong woman who gave me a place to stay, protected me, who I knew would do anything for me...I was afraid that she was trapped. I leaned forward to kiss her a few times, begging her to come back to me from whatever nightmare that held her in it's grips. I was relieved when she had started to to kiss me back. "What are you doing?" she asked confused. "I don't know. Just let me" I whispered before I leaned forward applying more pressure. That was the last time we ever went to bed separately. Her nightmares were now a rare occurrence and I don't think that even if I did have my memories that I have ever loved a person as I do her.
Being a CPA for a law firm was nice and it paid well, but I often feel that my cubicle was no bigger than the trunk I was rescued from months ago. There has to be more to life than this, something that offers more excitement. It was with Evony's help that I have this job. Hmm..Evony was a puzzle to me. I didn't trust her as much Olivia did, there was just something about her that didn't sit well with me. Whenever I mentioned researching my past, she was too quick to say it wasn't safe, or that she would have someone look into it for me. I thanked her for looking out for me but wasn't fooled by it either. I haven't brought my concerns to Liv yet but I need to soon. Something about this Bo situation doesn't feel right.
Natasha continued to look at the home page of the Toronto PD in front of her. "To hell with it" she thought. "Whatever Evony may be hiding, I can't have it come back to hurt Olivia. It's time I look out for her as she's always done for me."
"Toronto Police Department, how may I help you?"
"Yes, I need to speak with your lead detective. It's important that I do so right away" Natasha stated.