"Home sweet home," Leo cheerfully proclaimed as he opened the door to the penthouse with Greenlee in tow, leaning on his side. Being home again felt a thousand times better than mysterious holes, hospitals, and even secluded cabins with sweet old ladies.

"Should I offer to give you a tour?" Greenlee quipped as he helped her take their first steps inside. "It has been a while."

"I really wish you would have listened to Jake and taken the wheelchair, Greenlee," Leo told his wife as he gave her some support with his body to keep her upright. "If you had, we would have been cleared to go this morning instead of having to do our celebratory escape party as dinner in the hospital."

"Greenlee Smythe doesn't do wheelchairs," she immediately answered. "Jake was just being extra cautious as always. Besides, I'm barely limping. Now come on, you're going to help me get a little farther and sit with me on the couch."

"Barely limping?" Leo rhetorically repeated her words as he helped the two of them reach the couch. "I'm practically carrying you. And I've only got one good arm!"

"So I can't play a little damsel in distress and have my gorgeous husband take care of me?" Greenlee purred, now relaxing comfortably next to Leo on the couch.

"Greenlee," Leo tilted his head at his wife. "It's because you're stubborn and you know it."

"That's the woman you married," Greenlee leaned back, inhaling the familiar air of her loft and ecstatically taking in her surroundings. Having Leo back in the penthouse made home feel like home again. "And don't go telling me that you would change a thing."

"Not a thing. You're perfect just the way you are," Leo agreed with a smile; his smile immediately bringing one to her face as well.

"You too," Greenlee told him, resting her head on her hand and staring at her husband.

"I still wish you had taken the wheelchair though."

"Like I wish you were still wearing that sling," Greenlee pointed out; reminding Leo that he had snuck it off the second they had left the hospital.

"Point taken. I concede," Leo decided. "But I really feel great, I do. I'm not going to tell you that my arm doesn't hurt like hell, but the rest of my body feels great again; like I never fell off a cliff."

"The rest of your body, huh?" Greenlee grinned suggestively and shifted her eyes from his face down to his lap. Leo put his finger under her chin and forced her to look back up at his face. "Get your head out of the gutter, girl," he laughed. "You can barely walk on your own and you already want sex!"

"I don't need to be able to walk to do that," Greenlee playfully went on, pretending to pout. "Oh come on, Leo. I thought you were dead! Can't blame a girl for wanting to be with the man of her dreams."

"Flattery," Leo chuckled and nodded. "Good tactic. Go on." Leo inched up closer to her and shifted her onto his lap.

"Okay," Greenlee responded, running her right hand through his hair. "Is it so bad that I want to be together with my insanely attractive husband, my best friend, the man I share everything with and makes life worth living?"

"No, it's not," Leo told her, lightly brushing her nose with his finger, eliciting a giggle from his wife. "But I don't think I've heard enough yet. Is there more?"

"Considering I am sitting on your lap, Leo," Greenlee gulped with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "I uh… I think I know you have heard enough; at least part of you has." She laughed as Leo leaned forward to kiss her, a low hum of pleasure coming out when he did.

"Okay, so you've had your fun now." Leo smiled. "You love torturing me like this, don't you? My beautiful wife is sitting here on my lap and I'm not supposed to want her? I'm trying to do the right thing here by making sure you heal up and stay out of the hospital, like David said, remember?"

"You sat me on your lap," Greenlee shrugged innocently before laughing again and then sighing happily. She gazed through his gorgeous face, getting lost in his perfect features. He stared back into her big brown eyes and got lost himself, never finding an end to his journey.

"Whatcha thinking, Greens?" Leo asked his wife after a couple minutes of blissful silence.

"How nice this is," Greenlee answered, letting her right hand glide to the back of his neck.

"What?"

"This," she explained. "Fooling around; teasing each other; having a good time. I missed these moments so much, Leo."

"I know you did," he told her. "So did I. This is the best isn't it?"

Greenlee hummed in the affirmative. "I mean, I feel like all we did together that last week before Vanessa… um… before everything happened; we spent so much time fighting about your family and about Paris. We didn't spend enough time like this, just being us."

"We won't make that mistake again, Greens," Leo reassured her, running his hands through her medium length hair. "It's you and me against the world, just like it used to be."

"And the other thing I was thinking about…" Greenlee smiled widely

"Yeah?"

"How lucky I am," she told him.

Leo took a deep breath as he gazed at his wife. "Come on, Greens, that goes both ways. You don't have to say that."

"No, I mean it, Leo," Greenlee glowed as hers eyes moistened up. "Not just about getting shot and still being here to talk about it, but it's everything. It's you never leaving my bedside when I was out cold in that hospital, it's you always putting up with stuff that no one else in my life could ever stand for, and it's you filling up my life everyday with all the love and happiness that I'd never known even existed before…"

"Like I said," Leo stopped her, wiping the tears that were starting to come out from her eyes. "It all goes both ways."

"I know it does," she sniffed. "But I got a good look at what my life would be like without you and…"

"You're never going to be without me again, Greens," Leo stopped her again, taking her hand and holding it up in front of them both. "Remember what I told you when Roger died? I held up this ring right here and told you that this is the proof that we're going to be together forever; that this is how we can get through anything." She nodded at him, remembering how awful she felt after Roger died and how Leo could still make her laugh and feel like she had a purpose. "That's all still true, Greenlee," Leo continued. "It's you and me forever."

A laugh escaped Greenlee through her tears when he said "forever." The word made her feel so good that she couldn't help but smile. "There you go and do it again, duPres!" she exclaimed as she brushed off the last watery spots from her face. "I start crying and you somehow make me laugh."

Leo smiled at her and again let her rest her chin on his finger. He leaned forward and gently locked his lips onto hers, enjoying the taste. After a few moments, he felt her try to slip her tongue into his mouth and backed off, catching his breath. She looked at him with disappointment in her eyes at his refusal to go further. "I'm sorry," he told her. "But David did say it would be a good idea to take it easy…"

"He didn't say anything about kissing," Greenlee pointed out.

"You know it's not going to stop there," Leo responded.

"Oh well," Greenlee smiled. "A girl can try. But you know I'm more than happy just sitting here in your arms. We don't ever have to move again."

"I feel the same way," Leo told her, running his hand through her hair. "I love you; I could sit here and stare at you forever."

"Then that's what we're going to do," Greenlee beamed.

Ring ring

Leo and Greenlee looked at the ringing phone and then back at each other. "Machine," they agreed simultaneously, smiling at each other.

"Leo? Greenlee?" Anna's voice came out through the answering machine. "I know you left the hospital already so if you're there you need to pick up. It's important."

"Maybe we should get that," Leo sighed, easing Greenlee off of him and walking to the phone. "I'll put the speaker on."

"Come on, pick up the phone," Anna pleaded from the other end.

"We're here," Leo answered after putting the speaker on. He went back over to the couch and sat next to Greenlee. "What's going on?"

"Oh, thank goodness I got a hold of you!" Anna's relieved voice echoed through the loft.

"What's so important, Anna?" Greenlee asked. A little bit of frustration coming through in her voice at the interruption.

"I'm just glad I got to you first," Anna started uneasily. "You should hear this from me."

"And that is…" Leo tried to get the information out of her.

"It's just… Leo… I have some bad news. I… I know Jackson filled you in on what happened to Trey and that the diamonds are still missing, and well… there is something new in the case."

"What's Jackson doing now?" Leo impatiently questioned Pine Valley's chief of police. "You know that guy has it in for me. Whatever phony stuff he's pulling on me now, you have to know he's lying!"

"It's not about you, Leo," Anna's voice came out softly. Leo and Greenlee could tell something about this had clearly upset her. "It's your brother, Leo. I had to arrest David for Trey's murder. He's now the prime suspect."

"But that can't be!" Greenlee cried out hysterically. "He was with me for lunch right before I ran off to the cabin. I can be his alibi!"

"I'm sorry you guys," Anna told them. "But David has no one to vouch for him from then until the time of Trey's death. And he didn't come into the hospital that afternoon until the two of you were already brought in. The gun that they found by Trey's body – the murder weapon – it was a gun that David had reported missing. He could easily have been connected to all this business about the diamonds, and it's all just too suspicious. There is nothing I can do, I'm sorry."

With that apology, Leo and Greenlee heard the click of Anna hanging up her phone.

"Oh my God. David. We have to help him," Greenlee worriedly told her husband.

"Definitely," Leo agreed. "So we're on the same side this time?"

"Absolutely," Greenlee nodded. "David was here for me during the worst time of my life; I can't let him rot away in prison for something he didn't do – and there is no way he did this. That man who tried so hard to take care of me is not a murderer."

"We're going to have to find out who really did this," Leo reasoned. "Then we'll all be free."

"Agreed," she said. "Let's go out by the cabin. There has to be some type of clue or anything out there that can help us prove it wasn't David."

"Oh no," Leo sternly told her. "You're in no condition for that kind of mission just yet. Besides, it's too dark by now to find anything. I could go out there in the morning, but I think we need to go straight to the source."

"What are you thinking?" Greenlee asked him, hoping her husband was onto something.

"No need to search for clues if we already know who is responsible for this, right?"

"But how can you…"

"Something I've been trying not to think about ever since my talk with Jackson," Leo explained. "But I can't avoid it anymore." Greenlee looked at him intently, hoping he was onto something. "Think about it for a second, Greens. Who showed up out of the blue in perfect timing to be part of Trey's scam, has been strangely sticking around you, and knew exactly where I was hiding?"

"No way," Greenlee told him. "You don't think…"

"That it's Ryan?" Leo finished her sentence. "Damn straight I do. Why else did he glue himself onto you? Last I checked he couldn't stand to be in the same room as you, no offense. He must have been searching for me, told Trey where I was, and then got rid of him to keep the diamonds for himself."

"I really don't think it's him," Greenlee stuttered uncomfortably, remembering what Ryan had let slip in the hospital.

"You've got to admit, Greenlee," Leo pushed on. "A lot of signs are pointing right at him."

"Except you don't know that's why he's been around," Greenlee questioned him, hoping to end this conversation.

"And you do?" Leo asked.

"Just a feeling," Greenlee said quietly, not wanting to tell him what she knew. He had enough issues right now with worrying about David. Getting him too fired up at Ryan couldn't be good for anyone.

"It's not like he doesn't have the con history to pull it off," Leo pointed out.

"So do you," Greenlee responded. "But that doesn't mean you're a murderer and neither is he."

"I'm sorry, Greens," Leo told her, moving his face up close to hers and looking deeply into her worried eyes. "I'll be careful, I promise; but I have to trust my instincts on this one." He kissed her on her forehead, trying to calm her nerves. "I'll be back soon."

Leo got up and quickly left the penthouse, leaving Greenlee to worry. "Oh boy, Leo," she said to the empty loft. "You're not going to be happy." Her mind raced through the possibilities of what Leo was going to do. Would he kill Ryan? Then he would be the one put away for life. But what if Leo was right and Ryan really did kill Trey? Would Ryan kill Leo? But if it was really Ryan, wouldn't he have been long gone from Pine Valley as soon as he got the money? He wouldn't have stayed long enough to visit the hospital, right? Even so, this couldn't end well. Where would Leo's mind be at if he had one of his best friends in love with his wife on top of his brother's life sentence to worry about? Greenlee pushed herself to her feet and gingerly made it to the phone, dialing someone who she knew could help her with Leo's inevitable frame of mind as she brought the phone back to the couch with her and let herself collapse back on its soft cushions.

"Simone, it's Greenlee," she said when her old friend answered her phone. "… yes, yes, I'm fine. I just got back from the hospital… I know, it's really great. So anyway, my near brush with death got me to thinking that maybe I was too harsh on you. What happened in the past doesn't matter anymore. And well, can we be friends again?... Great! But I need your help with something. Come over right away."