Pulling into the parking lot and next to John's car Natalie wondered what she was doing here. The bar was still closed from the incident a few weeks ago with Raul and then John's memory loss. Her and Bo had discussed it and agreed that it was best until the FBI had caught him, but until then it was shut. So she'd been surprised earlier when she received a text from John asking her to meet him here.

Walking in she smiled at seeing him standing there behind the bar, "Hey-I got your message."

"Yeah, I was looking through paperwork in the apartment and found some things I must have brought home to work on. You wouldn't happen to know how I came to own this fine establishment, would you?"

"No, I don't-we weren't together then. I do have a theory though."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Well, I'd like to think it was because of what it meant to us. This place has a lot of great memories for us, John."

"What's your favorite one?"

She paused at the question-there were so many memories of this place, and for the most part they were all good. For her to have to pick just one moment above all the rest that she'd spent here seemed impossible. She glanced back at the pool table and let a memory come to her mind.

"Are you going to take your shot?"

"Right now."

"I can't pick just one," she lied.

"Really? Because you seemed to be going to something pretty specific just now."

She looked at John and wondered why, even without his memories of them, he could still read her. "It doesn't matter, John."

"Yes it does-I bought this place because of us."

"You think that because I told you my theory. I could be completely wrong. As for the memory, right now anything I tell you won't make sense without the context behind it."

"Try me, Natalie."

"No, because there is so much more to discuss than what this place means to both of us. There are things we have held off on-like what happened to make you leave Llanview for over a year. And why we aren't together right now. We were both avoiding that discussion. And none of that can be talked about until you get your memories back."

"And what do we do if they never come back?"

"They will."

"You keep talking about what I don't know. Here is what I do know-I know the old me. The one that didn't have connections other than the job. The one that didn't have a relationship with his mom or brother brother. And I sure as hell would never have had a child. I don't know what it was about you that kept me here long enough for all of that to happen, but it had to have been something big."

Natalie just stared at him-what he was saying was what she already knew, but she didn't want to let herself get hurt. What if this John and the one with all the memories weren't the same? What if he wasn't feeling the same as her? "I need to go get Liam from mom's," she said and began to slip off the chair.

"Damn it, Natalie," he said as he reached over and grabbed her arm. "What are you so scared of?"

"It's not that I'm scared. It's that you have always been the one to hang onto the past so tightly It drove your life for years. There were points that it broke us. But right now-the past you remember doesn't include me or your son. And until it does-I don't know what to do."

John shook his head, and released his grip, "Apparently I'm not the only one that hangs onto their past." He watched as Natalie didn't say another word, but walked out into the night.

Natalie walked into the lab the next morning ready to work. She was going to stick herself in this room all day if she could help it. John had irked her last night with his cockiness-something she hadn't cared for when he did have his memories of the last 10 years. But now-with his personality being all the way back in 2003 she really couldn't stand it.

Looking over the stack of cases that had come in that hadn't been touched yet she found the one with the longest list of evidence and took it to her desk.

"Planning on working through lunch?" laughed one of her fellow lab techs.

"Anything to avoid going upstairs," she said as she flipped the folder open and got two lines in before her phone rang. "Natalie Banks," she answered.

"Hi, this is the delivery service for Rodi's. I have a delivery here to unload but the building is locked."

"I'm sorry-I thought we contacted all the deliveries, but the bar is currently closed so we don't need any deliveries. What company were you with?"

"Llan Valley Distribution."

She had made that call herself to cancel the weekly order, "Where is Garrett? He's our normal guy, isn't he?"

"He's on vacation. Listen lady, I don't have time to chat. Are you going to accept this order or do I have to take it back to my warehouse and charge you a restocking fee?"

"Fine, I'll be there in a few minutes," she sighed and hung up the phone. Looking over at her friend she rolled her eyes, "I have to go to Rodi's for a delivery-it shouldn't take long."

John walked down to the lab in search of Natalie-he'd sat up on the Angel Square roof for a long time last night-first hoping something would jog his memory. When that didn't happen he just started to enjoy the stars and the quiet.

He needed to apologize before doing anything else today-he shouldn't have pushed her into anything she wasn't ready for. And honestly-he wasn't ready either. He cared about his memories-yes, but he cared about her friendship with her more. The lack of memories didn't make him feel less about her.

"Hey, have you seen Natalie today?" he asked one of the lab techs as they walked towards him.

"She came in, but got a call about an unexpected delivery at Rodi's. The guy was pretty persistent about doing the delivery now so she left to take care of it. I'll tell her you came by when she gets back."

"Thanks," he nodded and turned, wondering what delivery it was. He'd check in with Bo real quick and then head over to help Natalie. Maybe they could talk in private as they worked on the delivery before heading back here.

"John-what's going on with Rodi's?" asked Bo as he met John at the doorway into the bullpen.

"Natalie's handling a delivery I guess-why?" he asked, and noticed the look on the other man's face.

"We just got a call of a possible fire at the bar," he said and watched John turn and run without another word.