Okay, just a tiny preface. All the blood clot symptoms I looked up on WebMD soooooooo that's where that came from! Anyway, hope you like the chapter. I tried to write more than I usually do.

Chloe stared at herself in the mirror. She was wearing her favorite pair of leggings and a t-shirt from the police academy that Dov had left when they broke up. Chloe hadn't even touched the shirt in months. But this morning, she just reached for it out of habit.

All-in-all Chloe was doing pretty well without Dov. She had gotten used to the idea that he was never going to forgive her. And she was okay with that. Still, she missed him. The Dov that would rattle facts to her while she sat on the counter and watched him make dinner. She missed the way he would kiss her after a long shift. He would never admit that he missed her, but she knew all the same. He was her world and she betrayed his trust. Chloe wished that she had the chance to explain herself to Dov, but he wouldn't hear it. Still, she didn't blame him. After all the secrets she kept from him, Chloe didn't feel like she deserved his trust.

Nevertheless, Dov's stolen t-shirt still gave Chloe a sense of comfort. Which she desperately needed. The surgery wasn't a mistake. She knew that. Lying about her marriage to Wes. Mistake. Putting off the divorce. Mistake. Kissing Wes. Mistake. Lying to Dov, again. Big Mistake. Chloe's life was one terrible thing after another. But this blood clot, the one ruining her life, that was something that she could control.

"Hey" Nick greeted as Chloe climbed into his truck.

Chloe nodded at him. She was too tired to respond. She had woken up that morning feeling like she had the worst hangover imaginable. The world was spinning ever-so-slightly and she felt cold despite the rising spring temperatures.

Nick looked over at Chloe. He could tell that she wasn't her usual peppy self. Her red hair stood out agaisnt her paler-than-normal skin. "You okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yea." Chloe replied. "Just woke up, feeling a little funny is all. I'll be fine" She reassured him.

Nick pursed his lips but decided not to pry. "Just take it easy, okay?"

"Sure thing." Chloe replied as she rested her head back in the seat, willing her world to stop spinning.

At the station, Chloe slowly made her way to parade. Her feet taking tentative steps down the hallway. She wished that it was December so that she could wear a jacket without causing suspicion. She was concentrating so hard on not passing out in the hallway that she didn't notice Oliver walking toward her.

"Morning Price." He said cheerfully. She looked up at him and smiled. "Morning Staff."

"Ready for parade?" Oliver asked lightly.

"As always." Chloe replied. Trying to put as much strength in her voice as she could.

"Cause I was thinking out putting you on foot patrol. You know, get out in the fresh air, get some exercise."

"Sounds fun." She said. Oliver gave her a disapproving look.

"C'mon Chloe." Oliver scoffed. "I have two daughters. You don't think I know a fever when I see one?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. Like I said, I'm fine." She put her hands on her hips stubbornly.

Oliver reached out a hand and felt Chloe's forehead then her cheeks. "You've got a fever, Chloe. Go home."

She opened her mouth to protest, but Oliver cut her off. "Might I remind you that I am still your training officer?" He said warningly. "Go home. I don't need you passing out in my precinct." He put an arm around Chloe and started to lead her back to the locker rooms.

"Everyone gets sick, Price. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Oliver squeezed one of Chloe's shoulders before walking away.

Not like this. Chloe thought. This is different.

Chloe heard a honk from a horn outside her apartment and she assumed that Nick was there to pick her up. She looked out the window and saw Dov sitting in Chris's truck.

"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked Dov as she walked up to the car.

"I'm here to pick you up." He replied. A small smile crept across his face when he saw that she was wearing one of his old t-shirts. He wondered if she knew that he left it on purpose.

"Nick is supposed to.." Chloe started before Dov interrupted her. "I know. I talked to him last night."

Chloe folded her arms across her chest. "Why are you doing this? Why do you even care?"

Dov sighed. "If you would just get in the car, I could explain." He was trying not to be short with her, but anxiety always got the best of his temper.

"Fine." Chloe said after a minute. "Straight to Memorial then." She clarified.

"Straight to Memorial," Dov repeated. He calculated the drive on his phone the night before. He had about 35 minutes before they would arrive. Just enough time to try to talk Chloe out of the surgery.

"Chloe, listen" But this time it was Dov who was interrupted by Chloe. "Before you say anything, Dov. I'm having the surgery. You can't talk me out of it." She said.

Dov felt a wave of frustration wash over him. If he had learned anything about Chloe Price in the months that they dated, it was that she was incredibly stubborn.

"I just want to make sure that you are doing this for the right reasons." He said to her. "If you are going to take this risk. I want you to be sure." Couldn't Chloe see that he was scared as hell for her?

"I've thought about it Dov." Chloe replied. "I want this blood clot gone. Plus, why do you care anyway? You don't talk to me for months, then suddenly you want to be my friend, and then you freeze me out again? What is your deal?" Her chest fell and rose with angry breaths. Dov pulled the car to the side of the road and turned to face her.

"I care about you Chloe!" Dov said, his voice rising. "I always have. Through the lies, and the fighting, and the breakup; my feelings for you have never changed. Even though all you did was lie to me and break my heart. I have always loved you Chloe."

Chloe looked up at Dov in surprise. Even though they had dated nearly a year, neither of them had ever said 'I love you.' Chloe had felt it right away, but she was afraid of scaring him off. "Really?" She whispered.

"Really." Dov replied.

He then thought back to the real reason why he didn't want Chloe to go through with the surgery. "Losing you isn't an option for me. It just isn't"

Suddenly, Chloe pulled Dov's face close to hers and kissed him. Dov kissed her back, his hands getting tangled in her hair. When they pulled apart, there were tears running down Chloe's face. She wiped them away with her sleeve. Dov laughed awkwardly. He didn't realized how much he had wanted to kiss her. All the times he walked past her in parade or watched her leave the station. The hurt that he felt when Chloe lied to him was nothing compared to the agony he experienced without her.

"So you're having the surgery." Dov stated, finally breaking the silence. "Yea." Chloe said. Her hands were shaking now. Everything was starting to feel so real. She didn't know if she was ready.

Dov grabbed one of Chloe's shaking hands and squeezed it reassuringly. "It's okay. You don't have to do this alone. Not anymore."

Chloe nodded. She didn't know if the kiss meant that they were back together, but for right now, she was happy just to have the old Dov back.

Thank you guys for reading! PLEASE give me suggestions on where you want to see this fic going. Do you want me to skip to after the surgery? Add more of the 15 pals? Do more Dov/Chloe fluff? More friendships? Let me know! Cause I have no idea what to write. That's part of the reason why this fic is taking so damn long :P Love you! Thanks!