I do believe that this chapter is aptly named! By the way, if I'm not getting Erica's character right, please don't be upset! I honestly haven't see her on the show.

Knock, knock, knock

Erica went to the door, cautiously this time. She looked through the peephole. Lily and a funny looking bald guy in a bad suit were standing outside. She opened the door.

"Lily! What are you doing here? And who's this?" She extended her hand to Stiles, who shook it happily.

"This is Dr. Stiles, the morgue psychiatrist." She amswered, smiling awkwardly. Erica looked at her questioningly.

"But, why...?"

Stiles broke in.

"I thought that you and Kate should talk. Where is she, anyway?" He poked his head through the door and looked around.

"She's not here right now. We're fine, really."

Stiles had that I-know-something-you-don't-know look.

"Ah, but that doesn't answer my question, does it? But if she's not here, I'm sure you wouldn't mind talking to us anyway." Before Erica could protest, Stiles walked in. Lily gave an apologetic look and followed him. Erica had half a mind to throw them both out, but decided it best to go along. Barely.

They all sat down in the livingroom, Stiles in a chair and Lily and Erica in the couch.

"So, Erica. Tell me about you're relationship with Kate." Erica shifted a tad uncomfortably.

"Well, we're sisters, obviously."

"I know that. But tell me about how you get along and such."

"We get along great. I mean, we've always been close."

"Always? Even as kids?"

"Well, yeah. She raised me and Ben." Erica said matter-of-factly, not knowing that Kate hadn't told anyone about that part. Stiles eyebrows skyrocketed.

"Raised you? Why did she raise you?"

"Uh... well, I thought she might have told you. You see, our father was a drunk. And, after our mom left, we were left to nannies. But they would only last a few months, so Kate was the only constant." Erica's face depicted regret. "It's sad. I don't think she really ever let herself be a kid, because she knew she had to take care of us."

"So she took the place of your mother?"

"I guess in certain ways, yes. But she's always going to be our big sister."

"What about you're brother?"

Erica smiled a little at the mention of Ben.

"He was a momma's boy when he was little. Kate used to read him a bedtime story every night."

"So how did you and Kate feel when he got drafted?"

"Oh my God, Kate was so scared. It's rare to see her like that, but Ben knew he had to go."

"Any idea when he's coming back?"

"4 months."

"That's a long time."

"Yeah." She sighed.

"Any regrets?"

Erica thought for a moment.

"No."

XXX

It wasn't what many would call a pretty day; in the park, gray clouds covered the sky, blocking the sun. Everything seemed dreary. Even the streets seemed unusually empty, like no one really wanted to get out of bed.

But it had it's own beauty. That day, the earth danced. Cold gusts blew the leaves up, creating a twirling ballet in the wind. The trees came alive, swaying and rocking in a slow waltz. Waves on every pond frolicked above the surface, clapping back down in a veritable Riverdance. And there were only two to witness it.

She had been back from the hospital for a few days now. Everything was getting back to normal, and Nigel's proposal for a walk was again gladly excepted. They didn't talk much, and Nigel did his best to not laugh whenever Kate got upset because the wind blew her hair in her face. Before they knew it, they'd been walking for an hour.

But eventually, Kate felt the need to talk about something important, even if it was going to be difficult.

"Nigel?" She looked up at him.

"Yes, luv?" He looked at her, and she looked away again.

"Um... about what you said... on the ambulance..." Kate had been thinking about it for days, but hadn't said anything. Nigel rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He planned on taking Erica's advice.

"Yeah, um, well... I..." He was lost. Again. Why must he be cursed so? He sighed. Out with it, man! he thought. "I meant what I said, Kate."

Kate felt like her heart was doing flips. Why am I so excited? They had walked unto a small bridge above a pond. Kate laughed a little on the inside. It was a fairytale moment, but it was real. She walked over to the side of the rail and leaned with her arms folded on it. Of course, Nigel followed, standing next to her.

"I'm... at a loss for words." She looked down at the reflection in the water. First, she saw herself. But, then Nigel came into view. And that's when she realized, she liked it better with him next to her. She smiled, and so did he. So she did the first thing that came to her mind. She leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder. He pulled his arm away and wrapped it around her waist, bringing her head to his chest. A shiver went down her spine when he placed a feather-light kiss on her head.

Then, bringing her face up towards his, she closed her eyes and leaned in. He eagerly returned the favor. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and they moved close. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he pulled her closer. The moment was perfect, and there was no one around to ruin it.