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A/N: Okay. Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed! Here's the next chapter!!! Many thanks to Aphina and Axellia for the beta. I don't own the chapter title either. That belongs to Sammy Kershaw.

Chapter 32.

Miss What's Her Name

When Cory got home from Lindsay and Flack's she settled on the couch in exhaustion. The stress of the previous week had finally caught up with her. She tried to get the energy up to take out her contacts, which had been in for close to twelve hours. She hated wearing them, but when she was traveling, they were easier to keep up with than her glasses. Finally, she decided to go into the bathroom. On her way she called Danny one more time and was unsurprised when his voicemail came on. Holding back the tears, she simply said, "Do you still want to get married?"

When she got to the bedroom, she threw her phone on the bed and drew out some clean clothes and walked into the bathroom, grateful to be home. After her shower, she crawled into the bed and within moments was fast asleep.

She knew she had been asleep for a long while when she drifted into the field of bluebonnets. Not bothering to smother her groan as Armando walked up, she looked up at him. "Don't you think that I have enough on my plate at the moment?" she asked him.

Her dead friend just smiled. "No rest for the wicked. You know that."

"So I'm wicked?" she responded with a smirk.

"Sometimes, but just remember, things that you see here are things you can change," he cautioned her.

Cory grew serious. "Okay, I really don't like when you warn me like that." She stuck out her hand in preparation for the trip he was about to take her on.

When Cory opened her eyes, she noticed that she was outside the Federal Plaza. She looked at Armando, who was standing next to her in silent support. She heard laughter and turned to see herself and Danny exiting the building. They were both dressed to the nines. She was wearing a ball length emerald green silk sheath dress and Danny was dressed in a tuxedo.

"Are you sure you really want to do to this with me?" she heard herself ask him. "I know that you really aren't comfortable with the whole uber rich party scene. Hell neither am I!"

Danny smiled down at her. "Of course, bella. It's for a good cause. I don't mind getting dressed up in the monkey suit for charity."

Cory laughed, but stopped in the middle of the street as she dropped the small clutch. "I'll be right there," she said as she encouraged Danny to continue towards the black SUV."

"I'll get the door for you," Danny offered as she knelt down. Then the world seemed to explode.

Cory gasped as she turned into Armando, shielding herself even though she knew that what was happening in the vision wouldn't hurt. When she turned around again, she looked at the destruction. The SUV was burning merrily away. Danny was lying motionless about ten feet away from her and she saw herself picking herself up off of the sidewalk.

She struggled to her feet, her dress in tatters, one of her shoes missing, but she didn't stop to think. She struggled to make her way to Danny, her arm lifted to fend off the hellish heat of the fire. "Danny? Danny?" she sobbed as the tears made tracks through the black soot that marred her face.

Both Cory's let out sighs of relief when Danny moved his arm slightly. Her vision self sobbed over him as she bent down to hear what he had to say.

"Bella? What happened? Can you help me up?" he whispered.

"Danny, lie still. You were thrown about twenty feet," Cory responded, quelling her tears as she began to assess the damage.

"Am I moving my legs?" Danny asked. Cory stared in horror as his legs stayed motionless.

"Oh, God," she muttered. "Lay still, chere. I need to look at your back." Cory moved from her position by Armando to see what her other self was seeing. Both of them let out a strangled sob in horror as they way that Danny's back had born the brunt of the blast. The flesh was ripped open and burned black. Blood was gushing from a severed vein and Cory watched in shock as she reached her hand into his back to cut off the flow.

Danny looked at her face, knowing that from her silence, his injuries were life threatening. "Cory, I want you to know that I love you. I've always loved you and I haven't regretted a single moment since you blew into my life."

Cory began to cry. "You'll be okay, Danny. I love you; I know that you'll be okay. You have to be okay," she said brokenly.

Danny shook his head slowly. "I can see the light, bella. I think that this is my time to go. But never forget that I would gladly die for you. And if this is my time, I know that at least you're still alive."

Cory just grasped his hand as she saw the life ebbing out of him. "Oh God! Danny! No!!" she screamed as his heart stopped beating.

Cory jolted awake and heard Danny murmuring to her. "Cory, it's okay. It's just a dream. Come on, bella, wake up. Shh, I'm here. Come on," he was saying as he held her in his arms, running his hand up and down her back.

Cory gasped as the emotion of seeing him die in her vision overwhelmed her. She broke down, sobbing as she wrapped her arms around him, reassuring herself that he was truly alive.

"Cory? Are you okay?" Danny asked her quietly.

Cory just shook her head. "No. Oh my Lord that was awful," she said as she drew back and studied his face, assuring herself that it was all just in the vision. She shuddered as the vision of him lying in his own blood haunted her. "I need a drink."

Danny smiled softly. "That's my girl. Stay here and I'll get some tequila."

Cory just shook her head as she crawled out of the bed after him. "No, I don't want to let you out of my sight right now," she admitted quietly.

Danny just stuck out his hand and pulled him along with her. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Cory bit her lip, knowing that she had to come clean. "Not really, but you deserve to know," she said as they walked into the kitchen. She pulled the bottle of Patrón out of the fridge as Danny pulled the shot glasses out the cabinet. Cory stayed silent as she sprinkled salt on her wrist before taking the shot and pouring herself another shot.

Danny watched as she slammed back the two shots back to back before setting the bottle back on the counter. Cory drew in a deep breath before she started. "First of all, I wanted to apologize for just leaving like that. You were right; I was way too wrapped up in Etienne and it clouded my judgment, but you were wrong, too. This is in my nature."

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I finally figured that out. I'm sorry that I just jumped all over you."

"You have nothing to apologize for, chere. I have been holding something back. I didn't want to worry you."

"What about?" he asked as he leaned forward, grasping her hand lightly.

"I've been having visions again. Terrible visions. I had the first one a couple of months ago. We were in Dallas for Christmas and I got a call telling me to turn on the TV. New York, Chicago and Los Angeles had been destroyed; it looked like a nuclear holocaust. I'm talking that pretty much the entire population of the cities was killed. I freaked. I ended up walking over to Taylor's and talking it out with her. We both agreed that I wouldn't have had the vision if I couldn't change it."

Danny felt the blood drain from his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Cory shrugged. "It broke me and I didn't want to put that burden on you. What I see in the visions is more often than not horrific and I wanted to spare you that pain."

"You didn't have to tell me the details, but Cory, this won't work if we can't talk to each other," he admonished her gently.

Cory smiled wryly as she turned her hand up in his, interlocking their fingers. "I know and I'll try to do better. Anyway, when I was in England, I managed to get the courage to ask Armando if Etienne was behind it. And he said yes. So, at least I'm obsessed for a good reason."

Danny just shook his head. "What happened tonight?"

"Another vision. Of you dying," she responded dully.

Danny nodded as her reaction to waking up made more sense. "I'm here, Cory. I don't plan on going anywhere."

"I know that, Danny. You have to agree that neither of our jobs is safe and this vision has shaken me to the core. I watched you die in front of me and I don't know if I can survive something like that and stay sane."

"I'll be careful. I promise," Danny assured her.

Cory just smiled as the tequila started to catch up with her. "Let's go to bed. I just need you to hold me."

Danny pulled her into his arms before they turned to walk back to the bedroom.

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When the pair finally crawled out of bed the following day, both were feeling much more relaxed. Cory still had fears about her vision, but a night spent in the love of her life's arms has taken her out of panic mode. She was able to think more clearly about what she had seen and as with the other vision; she had a strong suspicion that Etienne was involved.

She turned her head slightly and noticed that it was just after seven a.m. and groaned. Lydia had told her that the new director wanted to meet with her at nine. She leaned over Danny and brushed a quick kiss to his lips. He murmured softly before opening his eyes. "Wassup?"

Cory smiled as her hair made a curtain around them. "I gotta go to work. We have a new director and she wants to meet with me."

Danny blinked a couple of time before what she said registered. "What happened to Michaels?"

Cory shrugged as she sat up. "I don't know. This all went down when I was out of town. I guess I'll get the story today, but I just didn't want you to wake up and have me gone."

"Thanks," he said as he grabbed his glasses from the nightstand, grimacing at the time. "Damn, I need to get up too. I'm due in at ten. Why don't you take the bathroom first; I'll make coffee."

"Thanks, Danny," Cory responded as she jumped off the bed. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

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Cory got to work with a few minutes to spare, so she stopped by her office to check her messages. There were a few, but none of them too important to get her out of the meeting with her new boss, she discovered with disappointment. Mentally she steeled herself and walked into to Special Agent Joyner's office. She greeted Shelly, the new assistant. "Would you let Agent Joyner know that I am here, please?"

"Of course, Agent Reid," the woman replied before murmuring into her phone. "She'll see you now."

Cory drew a breath and walked into the office. "Good morning," she greeted the blonde agent.

"Agent Reid," Kate replied in her crisp British accent. "Please have a seat." Cory sank into the chair as Kate shuffled some papers in front of her before looking at the red-head intently. "You have a very interesting record here, Agent Reid. And I don't mean that in a good way."

Cory furrowed her brow, stunned by the attack. "Why isn't my record good? I close a high percentage of cases and no one's died," she retorted.

"Yet."

"Yet, what?" Cory asked in confusion.

Kate just gave her a look. "Nobody's died yet," she calmly clarified. "You take unnecessary risks, you jeopardize your team; you let your personal life get in the way of investigations. It's not good reading SA Reid; in fact you make the whole department look sloppy."

Cory bristled but held her temper in check. "I am not sloppy. I protect my team and will do what it takes to make sure that another 9/11 doesn't happen," she returned evenly.

Kate just raised an eyebrow. "Didn't your involvement with a known felon cause the death of your fiancé? Didn't that lead to an obsession that not only endangered you but members of the NYPD and your team? It seems to me you need to become a better judge of character. First, Ortiz and then SA Travis, you need to start pulling some serious punches. You can't even stop a school shooting never mind 9/11."

Cory flinched at her own doubts about herself being thrown back into her face and fought for control. "In my defense," she said between clenched teeth, "Ortiz was not a known felon when I knew him. I disassociated myself from him once his criminal tendencies began. Secondly, don't lay Travis at my doorstep. I'm the one that found out that he was a mole for Christ's sake! I reported him, if you would read the case file directly. And please, feel free to tell me how the hell you could have prevented the fucking school shooting with the evidence that we had? I warned the schools!"

"It wasn't good enough," Kate said, appearing nonchalant. "You know you could have thwarted those shootings if you were more organized. Your mind's not on the job. It's back in the clouds with your mother's kidnapping. Which reminds me by the way, I'm considering putting you and your family under investigation, it seems a little coincidental that both of you have been connected to criminals in your personal lives."

Cory felt her control snap in two and she jumped to her feet in her anger. "Do not bring my mother into this, Agent Joyner," she seethed, her voice frosty with rage. "If you have a problem with me, that's fine, but she has nothing to do with this. Many people have been connected to criminals without knowing it and you can not find blame with that." Cory leaned over the desk, her palms flat on the smooth wood. "I promise you that if you do that, then you might find yourself under investigation. None of my other supervisors have found me unorganized. In fact, most have found me to be more organized than others. And as for my mother's kidnapping and subsequent rescue, I was cleared by the department shrink--which I went to under the direction of Agent Michaels--to come back to work."

Kate just shrugged. "I don't agree with Michael's assumption. You're a wild card Agent Reid, one I think the FBI could do without. And just so you know I'll be keeping my eye on you. You're dismissed," she said, turning her eyes back to the papers in front of her.

Cory walked to the door, her hands trembling with rage. She turned before opening the door. "Just to let you know, Agent Joyner, I will be taking a personal day. With my feelings right now, I don't believe that my judgment is all too clear and I wouldn't want to jeopardize any of my opens cases. Agent Sanchez is capable of handling anything that comes up without me. Good day."

AN: Duh, duh, da!!! A special thanks to Aphina for channelling Kate for me here. Darling, this is so much better than I could have come up with!!!

Soccer - Thanks!!!!

Nienna - Thanks. :D Yes, they do make up here. They will still have disagreements since they both have very strong personalities, but they will always make up in the end!! I'm glad you are still liking it!

Maddy - I'm interested in hearing your theory and how well it matched up with what actually happened. I can't wait until I actually write the FM baby! I need to have some fluff soon. :D Hope everything is making sense!!!