Alex felt her whole body ache as her eyes fluttered open. She was in a cold hospital room laying on the bed. How had this happened? She thought back to the last assignment, the one with the hostage. She saw Bobby raise his gun and a shocked look on his face after the discharge. Her brain began to piece together the puzzle.

She could forgive him. She always did. It was just a matter of finding how. They had been partners for so long, even thinking about a case without him seemed foreign. The nurse walked in to pull her out of her own mind. "Good morning Ms. Eames. I'm really glad you woke up, your husband was looking worse everyday." she said. She was puzzled and the nurse noticed and said, "The man who comes every night? I just assumed he was your husband." Eames smiled one of those smiles that was becoming so rare for her. "It must have been my partner. How long did he stay? " "All night long every night. He stayed in that chair." she said, pointing at a blue chair with a spare suit draped over it. Alex shook her head. He had stayed by her side.

"Alex!" Bobby said as he walked into her room. She gave him a smile. She saw a debate play across his face. Should he hug her or not? She held out her hands and he found them. The hug was soft, like he thought she was breakable. "Alex, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you." he said quietly. "Bobby, it's not your fault. I don't blame you." she said trying to find his eyes. She thought she saw his eyes get glassy and she knew she was right when a single tear fell down his face.