A/N: Before you get your hopes up, that case is not going to be solved. Because sometimes they aren't and you just have to go on with life. Because not everything is 9 p.m. on Fridays on CBS. As much as I want to live in that world.

"No, please don't!"

The desperate cry woke Adam fully from a deep sleep, which the thrashing beside him had already begun to strip away. He sat up and looked down at Lindsay, her distressed expression and her tense body a sure sign that she was having a nightmare. She hadn't had one in so long that he was almost at a loss as to what to do. Tears were coursing down her cheeks and he reached over her to turn on the lamp before gently pulling her into his arms.

"No," she whimpered, blindly reaching out for something she could only see in her dreams.

"Baby wake up," he said, brushing her hair back from her face. "It's just a dream. I'm right here."

"Please."

She shuddered out a sob and twisted around in his arms, whether escaping or chasing after something, he didn't know.

"Lindsay, wake up now," he coached, his voice more firm this time. "You're having a dream and you need to get out of it. I'm right here, sweetheart."

A final cry of defeat spilled from her lips and she opened her eyes, locking them with his in the moment before wrapping her arms tightly around him and crying into his chest. He was confused as to what had brought this on and why it had scared her so badly, and he racked his brain, trying to find the answer.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm right here love."

"You weren't."

"What?"

"You left me. And I was chasing you but you wouldn't stop. You just kept walking. You stopped loving me."

"Lindsay, it was just a dream."

"It didn't feel like a dream. It felt like the worst thing in the world."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I know. It's my dream self that's crazy."

"Because deep down you're still afraid."

"Not that you'll leave me. I know you won't as well as I know anything. I think I'm just scared of losing it all. If something happens to you or Colton… I can't even think about it."

"Then don't."

She let out a shaky sigh and let herself lean back against him, reveling in the strength of his arms around her, one hand lightly caressing her skin and chasing away whatever was left of her nightmare.

"I've got to stop watching Gone With The Wind," she said finally.

"Yeah, you've only seen it about seven hundred times."

She smiled a little as his lips pressed against her pulse, finding it a little fast.

"You want to go for a drive?" he asked. "We'll bundle Colton up and turn on the radio and I'll hold your hand."

"Yes please."

He held her for a moment more before they both climbed out of bed in search of warmer clothes. Jeans and sweatshirts were thrown on quickly, along with socks and shoes, and hands raked through hair even though no one else would likely see them.

"Hey Adam?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Thanks."

"Infinity," he replied. She nodded, understanding his shorthand for the fact that he would always be there, no matter what time of day, or what the problem was.

They drove far out of the city, Colton sleeping peacefully, strapped into his carseat. They had music on quietly, and as promised, he held her hand on the middle console. She had her slipper-clad feet resting against the dashboard and her head leaned back against her seat, a position of total relaxation. Adam drove aimlessly through neighborhoods and over highways, no destination or goal in mind, save for making Lindsay forget completely about the dream. She was breathing slowly, almost as if she was sleeping, and he knew his solution was working.

"Hey babe?"

"Hmm?"

"Want to head home?"

"Not just yet if that's okay."

"It's okay. Feeling better?"

"Much."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Have you told me everything?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're scared of me leaving you, you're constantly making sure I'm happy. I don't know if it's because you don't trust me or if there's something about you that you never told me. But I can't help you if you're holding something back. And frankly, if you are… I don't know why it's been this long and you haven't told me."

She bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath, looking out the window to keep her tears at bay. Very rarely did he ask her anything point blank, especially something that she didn't want to answer. She knew he would be patient while she gathered herself though, so she took a few minutes before answering.

"I've told you everything, but maybe I haven't gone into as much detail as I should have."

"Is this a pull the car over conversation?" he said, attempting a lighter mood.

"No, not really."

"Well what is it?"

"I told you about Brian," she started, stealing a glance at him. He just nodded. It had been a short conversation a long time ago, and Adam hadn't enjoyed one second of it. Brian was her first love, her first everything, and she had fallen hard and fast. Lindsay could understand Adam's hesitance to hear about it; she didn't much care for listening to stories about his exes either.

"Let me just preface this with the fact that I was young and stupid."

"You were twenty."

"Yes, young and stupid. Stupid enough to think that I was going to marry him."

"You really loved him."

"At the time. Now I know it wasn't really love," she explained, giving his hand a squeeze.

"But you broke up. How come?"

"He stopped loving me, Adam. Or maybe he never really did, I'm not sure. One day, no warning, he just broke up with me. I had no idea it was coming. We were happy, at least I thought we were. We were talking about the future. Making plans. And then he was gone. I got over him, believe me. But I don't think I ever really dealt with that abandonment. Just that crashing down from the happiest I had ever been. It hurt a lot. And maybe now when I get happy I'm wondering when I'm going to crash. I know you won't let me. I know that as well as I know that the sun is going to rise tomorrow."

"But the scar still flares up."

"It does."

"There isn't really anything I can do, is there?'

"I don't know, baby," she said with a sniffle. "You've already healed so much hurt. And I think that sometimes it has a negative effect on you."

"Linds."

"You spend a lot of time taking care of me. You always make sure I'm happy and safe. You tell me you love me more in one day than anyone else ever has in my life. You are always, always there, no matter what. But I worry that we're losing you in the shuffle. And I don't want that to happen."

"Honey, all those things I do for you, you do for me too. We just need them in different ways. You need me to listen to you and tell you how much I love you. I just need you there laying beside me every night, kissing me every morning."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Home?"

"Yes."

The sun rose as they headed home towards it, chasing that light together, as always.