When I open my eyes in the morning, it takes me a second to remember that I'm on the couch and not my bed. It's completely light inside the cabin. I don't hear or see Vic anywhere, but I smell coffee so I know she beat me awake. I sit up and notice that the front door is open.

I walk to the kitchen and poor myself a cup of coffee before heading to the front door. She doesn't hear me walk up and I stay quiet for a few minutes as I watch her.

She's just sitting there staring out at the land. She's unmoving, except for the figeting of her fingers. She does this when she's thinking. She used to do it with her wedding ring, I think it was a nervous habit. She no longer wears a ring on her finger but I still catch her rubbing her hands like she still has it on. I'm not sure she's even aware she does it. It makes me wonder what she's thinking about.

I could stand here and watch her all day, but eventually I sigh loudly to let her know I'm awake.

She jumps slightly as she spins around to look at me.

"Good morning." I smile as I step out onto the porch, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Morning." She smiles crookedly. "You didn't have to sleep on the couch, you know. I barely remember when we got here last night. Obviously, I could have slept anywhere. I didn't need to steal your bed."

I wonder what else she doesn't remember. If she barely remembers coming back here, she might not recall telling me that I smelled good, which means she wouldn't remember my response. I'm not sure that I want her to. I probably shouldn't have said it, anyway. It's not normal to think like that about my deputy.

"You don't even remember coming back here last night?"

"Not really. The whole night is kinda fuzzy. I remember the first 4 or 5 beers…. and pulling you on the dance floor." She looks up and frowns. "Sorry about that, I tend to impose on people's personal space when I drink."

I laugh. "I noticed." She barely even hesitated when she pulled me up to dance.

"I hope I didn't do anything too weird, I don't remember much after the dancing. I vaguely remember the ride home." She clears her throat, realizing she called my cabin 'home.' "Here, I vaguely remember the ride here."

I walk over and sit down next to her on the steps, "You were fine, I promise. You acted pretty normal, really." I try and give her a reassuring smile.

"I have a hard time believing that." I haven't been around her much when she's drinking, but she makes it seem like she's been known to act a little crazy under the influence. I wonder if she remembers dancing with that other guy.

"Well, except for the end of the night when you were so tired and couldn't walk to the car… and I had to carry you." I laugh thinking back to it.

We both stay silent for a couple moments. I'm thinking back to how she nuzzled into my neck when I carried her outside. I can tell she's thinking too, but I'm not sure if she's trying to remember the details or just trying to decide which parts to actually admit to remembering.

"I'm sorry for putting you out, Walt," she says finally.

I shake my head. "It made for an interesting night, actually. That's the first time I've ever had to carry one of my drunk deputies out of a bar."

She bows her head briefly, looking embarrassed, "and hopefully it's the last."

I wonder if I've made a mistake by not mentioning the man she was dancing with. It's possible that she remembers that part of the night, but in the event that she doesn't, I'm certainly not going to bring it up.

We sit outside for awhile longer drinking our coffee. We talk a little bit more about nothing in particular, but we mostly just sit in silence. Eventually, I take her back to her truck at the Red Pony. We find Henry in the back office.

"Good morning, you two." He doesn't look surprised to see us.

"Morning." Vic says through a yawn.

"I assume you are here for these?" He picks up a set of keys from his desk and tosses them over to Vic.

"Thank you." She catches them and folds her arms over her chest. "I don't even remember giving you my keys."

He smiles. "I asked for them after you ordered your fifth or sixth beer."

"Right." She nods, not remembering, but not surprised that he had asked for her keys.

"Did you have a good time last night?" He smiles over at us.

"I think so." She laughs. "The whole night is a bit blurry but I think I had a good time. It was nice to get out of the house."

"Good, I am glad."

Vic glances back at the door. "I better get going though, I need to go shower and maybe get a nap in since I'm on call later."

I nod, "Okay."

"Thanks for taking my keys, Henry." She gives him a weak smile and he nods. She turns to me. "Thanks for the ride, Walt."

"Not a problem."

She smiles and turns for the door, touching my arm lightly as she goes. "See you guys later."

"Bye, Vic," Henry calls after her.

I watch her leave, and when I turn back to Henry I see that that he's grinning at me.

Here we go. "What?" Even though I know exactly what.

"You two snuck out last night."

"We didn't sneak out." I reply sharply.

He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Vic was drunk, so I took her home. I didn't want to make a scene so I didn't say bye to anyone."

"I had her keys."

"Yep. I didn't know that until we got to her house and she couldn't get in."

"So… what happened then?" We don't normally pry into each others personal lives, but I can tell Henry can't help himself.

"She came and stayed at the cabin. She took my bed and I slept on the couch, okay?"

He smiles and nods, not prying anymore but satisfied with himself for getting a little information out of me. "Okay."

"Okay."

He's still smiling at me.

"Stop it. I'm gonna get going." I turn and head for the door.

He laughs. "Goodbye, Walt."

I get halfway across the bar and I hear him yell out from his office. "I am glad you had fun last night."

I did have fun last night. That's the problem.