Things in their life together, they had never been simple. Their promise for just one night, didn't work out. At least not the way that they had planned.
2002(Early morning): He's dead asleep. He's only been asleep for an hour when the phone wakes him up. He flips open the phone without looking at it.
"Stokes," he answers out of habit.
"I need you to meet me at the hospital," Catherine tells him in a frantic tone.
"I don't know," she tells him.
"Where are you? I'll come get you."
"I'm already on my way."
"Ok. I'll be there in ten minutes," he tells her.
He throws on the first clean items of clothing that he can find. He jumps in his car and turns on the siren.
When he gets to the hospital she's already been admitted, and put in a room. The receptionist guides him to her room. She's in a hospital gown. Lying in the bed with an IV in her arm. He immediately notices that she looks as white as a ghost. He can tell by the look on her face that something is terribly wrong.
"What happened? Are you ok?"
She looks at him, but can't control herself. She starts crying uncontrollably. He hugs her tightly, and pets her head, "It'll be ok," he promises.
"It's not ok. This shouldn't have happened. Not this late," she tells him.
He doesn't have to ask what happened. "I'm sorry," he apologizes.
"It's not your fault. It's all my fault."
"Don't do this to yourself. Don't get all worked up. It's going to be ok."
After that night things were different between them. Things were never really ok. She never really forgave herself. He knew that he didn't forgive him either. He was the one who had caused the whole thing.
She tries to block that night from her mind, but it's never far away.
Flashback: 2002-He brings her home from the hospital and makes sure that's she's comfortable.
"Do you want me to stay?"
"No," she answers.
"Are you sure?"
"I don't want to have to look at you," she answers harshly.
"Don't be that way. I just want to make sure that you're ok."
"I'm not ok. I'm never going to be ok. This is all your fault," she reminds him.
"I didn't do anything. You didn't anything wrong. No one is to blame."
"Get out," she yells.
"Not until you calm down."
"Get out," she yells louder.
"Catherine calm down."
She picks up the book from her bedside stand and throws it at him. He dodges it. "Calm down," he repeats.
"I will not calm down. Leave. Leave me alone. I don't ever want to see you again."
"You're being unreasonable."
She grabs a paperweight and throws it at him. He catches it. "Fine I'll go," he stomps off.
She lays in her bed, alone, feeling empty, and inadequate.
Years had passed, but the hole she felt, the empty feeling, it never went away. No matter
how hard she tried, nothing changed how she felt. She would never get over it, as long as she lived. She was glad nobody knew. Nick knew, but he had never brought it up. They never talked about it.
She rolls over in bed and grabs her phone. She dials a familiar number.
"Hello?" he answers after the first ring.
"Come over," she begs.
"Are you sure?"
"I hate being alone," she admits.
"I just want to be with you."
"Give me a few. I'll be over as soon as I can."
He arrives six minutes later, even though the drive from his house is at least twelve minutes. He uses his spare key to slip in the door. He locks it behind him, and tiptoes up the stairs. He very quietly opens the door to her room, and slips under the covers in his boxers.
"You didn't get dressed?" she questions.
"What would be the point?"
"What if you had gotten pulled over?"
"I didn't," he points out.
"You don't have to be so quiet."
"I don't want to wake her up," he replies.
"Lindsey's staying with her friend Emily tonight."
"So we can be as loud as we want?"
"I do have neighbors," she responds.
"Then I'll just have to hold you captive," he teases.
"Fine by me," she agrees.
He flips off the light, and scoots closer to her. She buries her head in his chest, and he wraps his arms around her.
"I love you," he tells her.
"I love you more," she argues.
"Doubt it," he counters.
"You have no clue," she tells him.
"There must be some reason that you put up with me," he answers.
She rolls over and scoots away from him.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm tired," she answers with a yawn.
"Come back. I'll be good. I promise."
She doesn't move. She closes her eyes, finally feeling safe. His arms keep her wrapped in his warmth. She was glad that he was there. He was what she had always wanted. But there was something missing. Something missing from the picture of perfection that she had in her head. It would always be missing. She couldn't fix it, she couldn't stop it. She just had to live with it. The empty feeling within her heart would never go away. But it seemed that the gaping hole in her soul was beginning to seam itself back together. She'd never be whole again. Having him in her life was the closest she'd ever get to completion.
As he holds her he feels her body tense. He runs his fingers through her hair knowing exactly what's on her mind. He doesn't ask. He kisses her and gently reminds her, "I love you."
She takes a deep breath exhaling air and negative energy. She relaxes and tries to will herself to sleep.
"Goodnight beautiful," he whispers.
She melts into him, and sleep soon follows.