"Brett?"

"Hey, sorry to wake you, but you seemed to be having a pretty awful dream." She soothed.

"Wait, you're here?" Casey questioned as he reached out to touch her silky, soft hair. "Yeah, where else would I be?" She questioned.

"I...I don't know, I thought you were in the hospital, you had been run over while you were out on a call." Casey looked around not believing where he was or more importantly who he was with.

"Are you running a fever or something?" Brett asked as she places her cold dead like hands on his forehead.

Casey suddenly reached out and pulled Brett into a monster hug.

"Whoa," She practically yelled. Casey never wanted to let her go, she felt like a warm fire on a cold, blustery night.

"I love you." Brett laughed,

"Honey I love you too, but you're scaring me." Casey smiled,

"Sorry, that dream just felt so real. It was horrible; I didn't know if you would be okay or if I would ever get to see you again."

"Babe I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." It was then that Casey pulled Brett in and gave her the kiss of a lifetime. A kiss that would never be forgotten and never duplicated again because of the greatness of it.

When Casey opened his eyes from the kiss all he saw was white. White walls with plum-colored hospital chairs.

"Casey, are you all right?" Asked Otis.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. I must have fallen asleep. Has anyone come with news yet?" He asked, slightly annoyed that he let himself belive a dream like that. Otis slightly shook his head no. Casey's heart dropped even further into the black hole it was descending.

"Do you need some coffee or something to eat? We can run down to the cafeteria for you." Foster asked.

"No thanks." Casey ever so slightly whispered.

"If you ask me, I say that waiting hurts more than anything." Interjected Mouch into the ever-present non-consenting quiet game.

Tick. Tick. Tick.