I probably have the timeline really off. But it's how the writing worked out.
"What are you still doing here?"
Holder looked up at me. He was exhausted. Lost.
"Me? What are you doing here, dollface?"
I shrugged. "It's been one of those weeks, ya know?" I shuddered a little, remembering Belko. "I don't know what to do with myself."
He sighed, nodded, looked back at his files. "Yeah..."
"She's still in the hospital?"
Suddenly, he tensed. He was angry. "Yeah. She is. She shouldn't be. But she is."
I walked over to him, ran a hand through his hair. "She's gonna get out, Holder. You guys are gonna solve this."
"How? This damn case- and now those damn casino-grabbers through her in the looney bin? She shouldn't be there, Gabs. She isn't crazy."
"I know. You know. She knows. She'll get out."
He sighed again, leaned into my hand, which was playing with the short hairs near his neck.
"Is this what happened before? With that other case?"
"Yes and no. Last time, she didn't have you."
He looked up at me, grinned. "Look who's trying to throw out some good karma."
"I learned from the best."
Then he got serious again. "I dunno what to do, Gabs."
"Yes, you do. Keep working. Linden would kill you, otherwise. You know how she is."
He scoffed out a laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."
I scratched at his scalp one last time. "I should go. Do you need anything?"
"Nah, Angel, I'm good."
"Okay. Stay safe, Holder."
"Worryin' about me, Angel?"
I grinned. "Who's gonna kiss my boo-boos if something happens to you?"
"Ya know, I'm still workin' on gettin' that other injury. Just for that kiss."
"It's good that you have such high goals in life."
He just grinned. "Love you, too, Sweetheart."
FIN. YUP THOSE TIMELINES ARE REALLY OFF.