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Pain was the first thing she registered. A deep, all-consuming ache that spread from her spine outward, like fire licking at her nerves. It was worse when she tried to move—so she stopped trying.

Kate Whistler opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the sharp white light of the hospital room. The rhythmic beeping of monitors filled the silence, grounding her in the reality she had yet to fully process.

Her mouth was dry, her head was pounding, but all of that paled in comparison to the heavy weight pressing down on her chest. Something was wrong.

She turned her head slightly, wincing at the effort. A nurse noticed and stepped closer.

“Agent Whistler,” the woman said gently, her voice calm but practiced. “You’re awake.”

Kate tried to respond, but her throat felt like sandpaper. The nurse must have anticipated it because she held up a cup with a straw and brought it to Kate’s lips. She sipped slowly, the cool water offering a brief reprieve.

“What…?” Her voice cracked.

“You were in a car accident,” the nurse supplied. “You were brought in three days ago.”

Three days?

Her brows furrowed. The last thing she remembered was driving home after a long meeting with ASAC Michael Curtis. It had been late, raining lightly. And then… nothing.

A doctor entered the room, her expression neutral but serious. “Agent Whistler, I’m Dr. Mason. I’m glad to see you awake. How are you feeling?”

Kate let out a humorless breath. “Like I got hit by a truck.”

The doctor nodded. “Close enough. A drunk driver ran a red light. He hit your car at high speed, flipping it into oncoming traffic. You sustained multiple injuries—concussion, broken ribs, and severe spinal trauma.”

Spinal trauma.

The words sent a chill down Kate’s spine, except—she didn’t feel it.

Her hands trembled as she reached down, pressing against her hospital blanket, then against her thighs.

Nothing.

Panic clawed its way up her throat. “I—I can’t feel my legs.”

Dr. Mason’s expression softened. “I know. Kate, your spine was severely damaged in the crash. The swelling is preventing communication between your brain and your lower body.”

Kate’s breathing turned shallow. “But it’s temporary, right?”

Dr. Mason hesitated.

No. No. No.

“There’s a possibility that, once the swelling goes down, you may regain sensation,” the doctor said carefully. “But… there’s also a chance that you may not.”

The words slammed into her like a second crash.

Kate blinked rapidly, trying to process what was happening. This couldn’t be real. She was young. She was healthy. She had spent her entire life moving—running, fighting, chasing criminals. And now—

A choked breath escaped her lips.

She wasn’t just injured. She was trapped.

The nurse reached out, but Kate flinched away.

“I need a minute,” Kate whispered.

Dr. Mason nodded. “Of course. I’ll come back later to discuss your options.”

She left, and Kate stared at the ceiling, her mind spiraling.

The only thing that broke through the numbness was the sharp knock at the door.

Michael Curtis stepped inside, his usual hard expression giving way to something softer. He looked… concerned.

Kate swallowed. “You’re here.”

He crossed his arms. “You put me as your next of kin. I got the call right after they brought you in.”

That made sense. She didn’t have family nearby. The only person she had—

Her chest ached. Not just from the broken ribs, but from the realization that Lucy didn’t even know she was here.

Michael sighed, stepping closer. “How are you feeling Kate ?”

Kate let out a bitter laugh. “I’m peachy sir.”

Michael frowned. “Kate.”

“Don’t”

Michael hesitated, then pulled up a chair beside her bed. “Do you want me to call Tennant ? Agent Tara ? ”

The name made her stomach twist. “She doesn’t need to know.”

Michael’s jaw tightened. “Kate—”

“I’m serious.” Her voice was sharp now. “We broke up.. She moved on.”

Michael exhaled through his nose, but didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned back, studying her. “So what’s the plan?”

Kate scoffed. “Plan? I just woke up to find out I might never walk again, and you want a plan?”

Michael shrugged. “That’s what you do, Whistler. You plan. You strategize. You don’t just sit there and accept things.”

She clenched her fists, but the fight drained out of her almost immediately. “I don’t know what to do.” The admission felt foreign on her tongue.

Michael’s expression softened. “Then let’s figure it out.”

Kate swallowed hard, looking away. The weight of everything pressed down on her, suffocating and unrelenting.

She wasn’t ready for this.

And she sure as hell wasn’t ready for what came next.

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It had been four days since Kate woke up, and her mood hadn’t improved.

The hospital staff were patient—to patient, in her opinion. Her physiotherapist, a woman named Lisa, had tried everything to get her to cooperate, from gentle encouragement to stern commands.

Nothing worked.

Kate refused to move.

Not that she could.

She hated the pitying looks, the way Lisa spoke to her like a fragile thing. “Even if the feeling in your legs doesn’t return, mobility is still possible,” she had said earlier that morning. “We can start working on upper body strength and—”

Kate had cut her off with a clipped, “Not today.”

Lisa had sighed but didn’t push.

Michael Curtis, however, wasn’t as patient.

“Whistler.” His voice broke through the silence of her hospital room, sharp as ever.

Kate exhaled, eyes still locked on the ceiling. “I thought you had actual work to do.”

He ignored the jab and took his usual seat beside her bed. “I do. But I also have to deal with a stubborn FBI agent who’s refusing physical therapy.”

Kate shot him a look. “What’s the point?”

“The point,” Michael said slowly, “is that you’re still here. You’re still breathing. You still have a job, a life—”

“A job that requires me to be on my feet.”

Michael leaned forward. “Kate, people in wheelchairs work in law enforcement all the time. You know that.”

She clenched her jaw.

It wasn’t just about the job. It was about everything. Her independence, her control, the life she had carefully built—now reduced to hospital rooms, pitying stares, and the nagging reminder that she might never walk again.

Michael studied her. “I get it.”

Kate scoffed. “No, you don’t.”

“I do,” he insisted. “Not in the same way, but I do.”

She didn’t respond.

Michael ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “You have to tell Tennant.”

Kate stiffened.

“No,” she said immediately.

Michael leaned back in his chair. “Whistler, come on. They’re your team.”

They were never my team. At first, I was just their annoying DIA liaison. Then, I became useful—just a tool to get them what they couldn’t on their own.”

“You don’t really think that, do you ?.”

Kate’s throat tightened.

“They should know,” Michael pressed. “They’d want to know. And Lucy—”

“Don’t,” Kate snapped. “Do not bring her into this.”

Michael held up his hands. “Fine. But you’re delusional if you think she won’t find out eventually.”

Kate turned her face away, staring at the blank hospital wall.

She knew he was right.

But the idea of Lucy seeing her like this—seeing her broken, helpless—was unbearable.

“She moved on,” Kate muttered. “She’s happy.”

Michael’s voice softened. “And you’re miserable.”

Kate closed her eyes.

Silence stretched between them.

Finally, Michael stood. “I’m not going to force you. But you need to start helping yourself, Whistler. Because if you don’t—no one else can.”

She didn’t respond as he left the room.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t cry.

She just lay there, staring at nothing, waiting for the numbness to take over again.

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Lucy Tara was pissed.

Not just annoyed. Not just frustrated. Pissed.

It had been a couple of weeks since anyone had heard from Kate. A few weeks since she vanished without a word. No texts. No emails. No explanations.

Just… gone.

And Lucy hated not knowing.

She had tried to ignore it at first, pushing the frustration down, telling herself it wasn’t her business anymore. She didn't want to think about it. Because she remembers perfectly what she said to her..after she killed Medina. In the bullpen. And some days, the guilt was unbearable. So she didn't think about it.

But that resolve crumbled the moment a new FBI agent walked into the Pearl Harbor office, doing Kate’s job like it meant nothing.

Special Agent Nolan Hayes.

He wasn’t a bad guy. He was professional, efficient—just not Kate.

And when Lucy had asked where the hell Whistler was, Hayes had simply said, “She’s no longer assigned to this office.”

That was it.

Like she had never existed.

Like she hadn’t spent years working with them, helping them, fighting with them, fighting for them.

Jesse, Ernie, and Jane had all noticed Lucy’s growing temper. She was snapping at everyone, pacing like a caged animal, barely holding it together.

She needed answers.

So she marched into the FBI field office, straight past the receptionist, and stormed into ASAC Michael Curtis’ office without knocking.

Curtis barely looked up from his paperwork. “Agent Tara.”

“Where is she?” Lucy demanded.

Curtis sighed, rubbing his temples. “You can’t just barge in here—”

“I don’t care.” She planted her hands on his desk. “Where. Is. Kate?”

Curtis set his pen down, finally looking at her. “She’s on leave.”

“That’s bullshit.”

His expression darkened. “Watch yourself, Agent Tara.”

Lucy clenched her fists. “She didn’t tell anyone. Not Jane. Not even Jesse or Ernie. Not me. She just disappeared and we’re supposed to accept that?”

Curtis exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair. “She didn’t want anyone to know.”

Lucy’s stomach twisted. “Why?”

Curtis hesitated.

That hesitation made something cold settle in Lucy’s chest.

She had known Kate for years. She knew how stubborn she could be, how much she kept things to herself. But this—this was different.

Something was wrong.

Lucy’s voice dropped. “Curtis. Where is she?”

A muscle in his jaw twitched.

Silence stretched between them.

Then, finally, he said, “She’s in the hospital.”

Lucy’s breath caught.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

“What?”

Curtis’ gaze was steady, unreadable. “She was in a car accident.”

Lucy felt like the floor had been ripped out from under her. “What—how bad—”

“She survived.”

That wasn’t an answer.

Lucy gripped the edge of his desk. “How bad is it?”

Curtis hesitated again.

Lucy’s patience snapped and her voice broke. “Damn it, please, tell me!”

“She might never walk again.”

The words punched the air from her lungs.

Lucy staggered back a step., her grip on the table being the only thing keeping her upward.

Curtis watched her carefully, waiting for the explosion.

But there wasn’t one.

Just silence.

Just the roaring in her ears.

Just the overwhelming, suffocating weight of too late.

Kate had been lying in a hospital bed, alone, for days. And Lucy—Lucy had been angry at her for leaving.

“Where is she?” Lucy’s voice was barely a whisper.

Curtis sighed. “She doesn’t want visitors.”

Lucy ignored that. “Which hospital?”

Curtis shook his head. “Agent Tara—”

“I need to see her.”

Curtis studied her for a long moment.

Then, finally, he reached for a notepad, scribbled something down, and slid it across the desk.

Lucy snatched it up without another word and walked out.

Her hands were shaking.

She didn’t know what she was going to say.

She just knew she had to see Kate.

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Michael Curtis didn’t hesitate.

The second Lucy stormed out of his office, her face flushed with anger and barely concealed devastation, he reached for his phone. His fingers were steady as he dialed, but his stomach twisted.

Jane Tennant answered on the second ring. “Curtis?”

Her voice was sharp, alert. She always picked up like that—like she was bracing for bad news.

“Yeah,” Michael said. “We need to talk.”

There was a brief pause, and when she spoke again, her tone had shifted, edged with concern. “What’s going on?”

Michael exhaled slowly, running a hand over his face. “It’s about Whistler.”

Another pause. Longer this time.

Then, low and urgent— “Where is she?”

Michael closed his eyes for a second before forcing the words out. “The hospital. She was in a car crash, Jane. It was bad.”

Silence. The kind that made his chest tighten.

When Jane finally spoke again, her voice was different—calm, but unnaturally so. The kind of control that came from sheer force of will. “How bad?”

Michael swallowed. “She might not walk again.”

A sharp inhale on the other end. He could picture Jane right now—standing ramrod straight, her jaw clenched, her mind already racing through possible ways to fix this. Because Jane Tennant always fixed things.

“Damn it,” she muttered. “How long have you known?”

“Since the day it happened.” His voice was quiet. “She put me down as her next of kin. Didn’t want anyone else to know.”

Jane let out a breath that sounded dangerously close to a curse. “Of course she didn’t,” she murmured, almost to herself. “That woman …”

Michael pressed his fingers to his temple. “She’s not handling it well, Tennant. She’s shutting down. Refusing physical therapy. Refusing help. She’s… she’s not the Whistler we know.” He hesitated. “And Lucy—”

“What about Lucy?” Jane asked sharply.

Michael sighed. “She just found out. She stormed into my office demanding answers. Now she’s on her way to see Kate.”

Jane swore under her breath.

“She’s going to need you,” Michael said quietly. “Both of them will.”

There was a beat of silence, then Jane spoke, her voice softer. “I was so caught up in my own problems lately… I wasn’t the friend Kate deserved.”

She didn’t need to elaborate. Michael knew exactly what she meant.

The betrayal of Maggie Shaw had rocked Jane’s world. Discovering that her mentor—her closest friend—had been a spy had left her reeling. And it wasn’t just her. Alex, Julie, her whole team—they had mourned Maggie like she was family. The grief had been one thing. The investigation that followed had been another. Jane had spent weeks under a microscope, forced to prove she wasn’t complicit in any of Maggie’s actions.

And while Jane had been drowning in that mess, Kate Whistler had been drowning too. Just… quietly. Alone.

Michael didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He had seen the way Kate had withdrawn lately. How the silence from the team had stung more than she’d ever let on. He only hoped they weren’t too late to fix it.

“Text me the hospital’s address,” Jane said, her voice steady now.

“Already ahead of you,” Michael said. Then, before she could hang up, he added, “And Tennant—don’t go alone. Bring Jesse, Kai, Ernie. She needs all of you.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Jane said. “I’ll be the friend she deserves this time".

Michael exhaled, feeling a fraction of the weight on his chest ease.

“Good.”

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Jane found her team in the bullpen—Jesse, Kai, and Ernie—each wrapped up in their work. She took a steadying breath, pushing down the guilt clawing at her stomach. She had to do this right.

“Everyone, listen up,” she said, her voice firm but not sharp.

Jesse looked up first, brows furrowing at her serious expression. Kai set down the file he’d been flipping through, while Ernie, ever perceptive, already looked concerned.

“What’s going on?” Jesse asked.

Jane hesitated for half a second, then said, “It’s about Kate.”

That got their attention.

Ernie straightened. “Whistler?” His voice was surprised but not immediately worried. “What about her?”

“2 weeks ago, she was in a car accident,” Jane said, forcing herself to be direct. “It was bad. She’s in the hospital.”

Jesse let out a quiet curse. Kai looked like he’d been blindsided. Ernie just stared.

“How bad?” Jesse asked after a beat, voice lower now.

Jane exhaled, her hands on her hips. “She might not walk again.”

Silence.

It stretched between them, thick and heavy.

Ernie was the first to react. He shook his head, his face pale. “Why… why are we only hearing about this now?”

Jane’s throat tightened. “Because none of us knew.” She glanced at each of them, guilt pressing down harder. “She put Curtis as her next of kin. She didn’t tell anyone else.”

Kai rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. “Shit.”

Jesse crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tight. “That… that doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t she tell us? Or Lucy?”

Jane hesitated again, then decided they needed the full truth. “Lucy just found out today. She’s already on her way to see her.”

More silence. This time, it was different. Heavier.

They all exchanged glances, something unspoken passing between them. And Jane realized in that moment that they were all thinking the same thing.

They had ghosted Kate.

Not deliberately. Not with malice. But unconsciously, in the aftermath of everything, they had… let her fade into the background.

Jane had been too consumed with her own problems. Jesse had been focused on his family. Kai had been adjusting to the team, trying to find his place. Ernie had been busy with the tech and casework, keeping the wheels turning.

And through it all, Kate had been there—doing her job, keeping up appearances—but distant. Quieter.

They hadn’t noticed at the time.

But now, looking back, it was glaringly obvious.

They hadn’t reached out to her after the Medina case, when she had taken that brutal beating. They hadn’t checked in when Lucy stopped mentioning her in conversation, when her presence in their lives had slowly, painfully diminished.

They had assumed she was fine. Because Kate Whistler was always fine.

Except she hadn’t been.

“Damn,” Jesse muttered, dragging a hand over his face. “We screwed up.”

Ernie swallowed hard. “She’s been alone through all of this. And we—” He cut himself off, guilt twisting his features.

Kai exhaled sharply. “We need to go see her.” His voice was resolute, no hesitation.

Jane nodded. “Yeah. We do.”

Jesse glanced at her. “You think she’ll even want to see us?”

Jane sighed. “I don’t know. But that doesn’t matter. We’re going anyway.”

Because Kate Whistler might not have asked for their help.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t need them.

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The hospital lobby felt sterile, cold. The fluorescent lights hummed above Lucy’s head, but she barely noticed them as she walked quickly toward the elevators. Her chest was tight, her heart pounding with every step.

She had to see Kate.

Lucy almost felt bad for the young nurse at the desk. She came in ready to tear the place apart if no-one gave her Kate’s room number. She had flashes her badge, her hand slapping the counter when the nurse was not fast enough to give her what she wanted.

Her hands shook as she pressed the button for the floor where Kate was. She could barely hold herself together. What was she even going to say?

Her mind kept spinning, reminding her of everything they had been through—of their fight, of how everything had unraveled so quickly after Andrea Medina.

Kate had been hurting. Lucy had known that. But Lucy had been hurting too. And neither of them had known how to fix it.

The elevator doors opened, and Lucy stepped out, the air in the hallway feeling thicker now, heavier.

She reached Kate’s room and hesitated for a moment before knocking softly.

There was no answer.

Swallowing her fear, Lucy slowly turned the door handle and pushed it open.

Kate was sitting in the bed, propped up by pillows, her eyes closed. Her blond hair was messy, face pale, covered by scratches and bruises.

Lucy’s breath caught when Kate finally opened her eyes. They locked onto her, but Kate didn’t move, didn’t say anything at first.

Lucy stood there for a long moment, unsure of what to do.

“Lucy…” Kate’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Lucy’s throat tightened. “Kate… I—”

“Leave.”

The word was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.

Lucy flinched.

“Please,” Kate added, her voice trembling. “Just go.”

Lucy shook her head, stepping forward, her hands reaching out. “I can’t do that, Kate..”

Kate turned her face away, the pain evident in her features. “I don’t want you here. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Lucy’s heart shattered, but she held her ground. “I don’t care about how you look, Kate. I care about you.You don’t have to do this alone.”

Kate’s hands balled into fists at her sides, and her voice cracked as she said, “You don’t need me either. It took you two weeks to find me. How did you find me anyway?”

“I went to see ASAC Curtis. I stormed in his office and asked nicely”

Kate snorted and for a minute Lucy saw Her Kate. The one who loved her quirks and her little madness.

“Fine, I got pissed and kinda yelled”

Kate murmured “You scared him”

“Maybe”

The silence was heavy and thick. Neither of them knew what to say. Kate was lost in thought, her eyes never leaving the bedroom’s window and the clouds she could see from her bed. Lucy’s eyes were fixed on Kate’s injuries, counting, cataloguing them.

“You’ve moved on. You have a girlfriend now”

Lucy froze, Kate’s words piercing the silence.

Kate’s words hit her like a slap in the face, but she didn’t back down. “Except I didn't really…you're right about one thing : I've been on a couple of dates…but nothing more happened. I don't have a girlfriend” she asked softly.

“You told me you didn’t love me anymore after Medina. You said it yourself.”

Lucy’s chest tightened as the memory hit her like a punch. “I lied, Kate,” she choked out. “I lied that day. I was hurt. I was angry. I was mad and worried. I was unfair to you that night in the bullpen. And I still feel guilty about it. But I never stopped loving you.”

Kate’s eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“I was so angry at you for keeping secrets from me again” Lucy continued, her voice breaking. “I lashed out. I didn’t know what to do, but I’ve regretted it every single day. I’m sorry. I was scared. I didn’t know if you still loved me, if I could still trust you after everything that happened.”

Kate turned her head, looking away from her.
“I thought you were better off without me. And now...no one want a cripple for a girlfriend”

“Hey ! Don’t say that,” Lucy interrupted, her voice desperate.”

Kate’s jaw tightened, and she turned back to face Lucy. “ You don’t need me anymore.”

Lucy bit her lip, the words hanging in the air. “I need you. I have been miserable for weeks and I was too proud to admit it. I still love you. I don’t care what happened anymore. I just want you to let me in. At least as your friend. I just want to be here for you.”

Kate’s expression softened, but there was still so much pain in her eyes. “You deserve someone who isn’t broken.”

Lucy leaned in, her hand gently brushing Kate’s. “You’re not broken, Kate. I just want to be here for you.”

Kate’s eyes filled with tears, and she broke down.

The walls she had built so high came crumbling down, and Lucy was there, holding her as Kate cried—softly, helplessly.

“I’m sorry, Lucy,” Kate whispered between sobs. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Lucy held her tighter, her own tears streaming down her face. “I know. I know.”

It wasn’t the same as before. They weren’t together, not yet. But there was hope.

It was a start.

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The silence between Lucy and Kate was different now. No longer filled with tension, but something else. Something softer. Kate’s tears had subsided, leaving behind a quiet that settled over them both like a blanket.

Kate’s fingers trembled slightly as they rested in Lucy’s hand. The pain in her eyes hadn’t disappeared, but there was something else too—vulnerability. A crack in her armor.

“Lucy,” Kate murmured, her voice small. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Lucy shifted, leaning in closer. “Do what?”

Kate swallowed, looking away as she tried to gather her thoughts. “The rehab. The therapy. I don’t know if I can do it.” Her voice dropped even lower, the weight of her words almost suffocating. “What if I give it everything I’ve got, and it’s still not enough? What if I can’t walk again?”

Lucy’s heart ached at the rawness of Kate’s fear. The woman who had always been strong, so fiercely independent, was now broken and uncertain.

Lucy gently squeezed Kate’s hand, her thumb rubbing across the back of her knuckles. “Kate, you’re not alone in this. You have me, you have everyone. We’ll fight this together, okay?”

Kate looked at her, her eyes searching Lucy’s face for something—anything to hold onto. “But what if it’s not enough, Lucy? What if I’m stuck like this? What if I’m not the same person I was?”

Lucy’s chest tightened. She could feel Kate’s fear, her pain. It was palpable, like a weight pressing down on both of them. “You’re still you. Your legs don't define you. You’re still Kate. The same person who walked into my life and changed everything. The same person who I’ve been fighting for all this time.” She paused, her voice softening. “You’re stronger than you think, Kate. You’ll get through this.”

Kate’s eyes welled up again, but this time it wasn’t just from sadness. There was something else there. Gratitude.

“I’m scared, Lucy,” Kate whispered. “What if I let everyone down? What if I can’t live up to what they expect of me, what they need me to be?”

Lucy’s fingers brushed Kate’s cheek, tender and warm. “You won’t let anyone down. Not me, not the team, not yourself. You just need to take it one step at a time. And if it takes longer than you want, that’s okay. You’ll get there, Kate. You’ll find a way.”

Kate’s breath hitched and her heart squeezing painfully. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I don’t deserve any of it.”

“You do, Kate,” Lucy said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. “You deserve love. You deserve healing. You deserve to fight for your future, no matter what that future looks like.”

Kate closed her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat. “What if I’m never going to walk again? What then?”

Lucy leaned in, her forehead resting against Kate’s. She closed her eyes, too, trying to steady her emotions, feeling her heart ache at Kate’s vulnerability. “Then we adjust. Together. I’ll be here for you every step of the way, Kate. It might not be easy, but we’ll figure it out.”

Kate’s voice was barely above a whisper, heavy with doubt. “But I’m still scared, Lucy.”

Lucy pulled back just enough to look into Kate’s eyes, her expression soft but resolute. “I’m scared too. But we can face it. We can face it together.”

Kate exhaled a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. She let the words settle in her chest, slowly wrapping herself around the idea that maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t alone in this. That she didn’t have to do it on her own.

“I don’t know if I can do the physiotherapy,” Kate murmured, her eyes downcast, voice filled with quiet desperation.

Lucy gently cupped Kate’s face in her hands, lifting her chin so their eyes could meet. “You won’t know until you try. And I’ll be with you every single day.”

The two women stayed in silence for a long while, the weight of the moment sinking in. In that space, they didn’t need to say anything more. They were both afraid, uncertain, but they had each other. And that was enough—for now.

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As the quiet between them stretched on, the buzzing of Lucy’s phone shattered the stillness. She glanced down at the screen, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Jane’s name.

“Jane?” Lucy said softly on the phone, glancing at Kate, who looked lost in her thoughts, her gaze distant.

Kate didn’t seem to notice, too consumed with her own internal struggle, her hand absently squeezing Lucy’s. The warmth of her touch was grounding.

“I’ll be right back, Kate,” Lucy whispered.

She stepped a few feet away, trying to make sure Kate didn’t hear the conversation, but her eyes never left her. The worry that had consumed her all day was still there, but she needed to be calm for Kate right now.

“Lucy, we're downstairs,” Jane said, her voice tight. “We want to see Kate. We’re all worried about her.”

Lucy’s breath caught. She didn’t want to take Kate by surprise, especially with the emotional turmoil she’d been through. She looked over at Kate, who was still sitting on the bed, her face drawn, tired.

“Kate,” Lucy said softly, taking a deep breath. She moved back to her side, sitting on the bed, her fingers brushing against Kate’s. “The team’s downstairs. They want to see you.”

Kate’s eyes darkened with unease, and she instinctively pulled back. “I’m not ready for that,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I... I don’t think I can handle it.”

The team. They were all downstairs, waiting. Their love and support were tangible, even from here. Lucy had never felt so torn between wanting to protect Kate and knowing how much everyone cared for her.

“She’s pretty tired right now, maybe another time,” Lucy said eventually on her phone, her tone gentle but firm.

“Ok, we understand. Tell her we love her. Let her know we’re thinking of her. We’re here when she’s ready.”

Lucy swallowed hard, her throat tight. “I will. I’ll let her know. Thank you, Jane. Please tell everyone that I’ll pass it along. We’ll get there. Just… give her some time.”

Lucy felt her heart ache as she hung up, slowly turning to face Kate, who was now watching her, her eyes betraying a flicker of vulnerability.

Lucy’s heart tightened, but she gently squeezed Kate’s hand, not pushing. “ They just wanted you to know they’re thinking of you. They all love you, Kate. You mean the world to them. To all of us.”

Kate’s eyes watered, but she quickly blinked the tears away, trying to fight them back. Her lips trembled, the walls she’d put up crumbling little by little under the weight of Lucy’s words.

“I’m not strong enough Lucy,” Kate whispered, shaking her head, her voice thick with emotion. “Not like this.”

Lucy’s hand stroked Kate’s arm comfortingly, her voice steady but laced with sadness. “You don’t have to be strong for them, Kate. Not right now. It’s okay to let them love you. It’s okay to let us help you. We’re not expecting you to be perfect. We just want you to heal.”

Kate took a shaky breath, clearly struggling with her emotions. Her eyes searched Lucy’s face, the warmth there both a balm and a reminder of what she’d been through.

“I’ve been to alone for weeks and now…I don't know how to welcome everyone back into my life”

Lucy let out a quiet sigh, her heart heavy with the weight of Kate’s pain. “I know it’s hard, we didn't know about the accident and…” she said, her voice soft.

“No…I've felt that way since you broke up with me. I know, I was wrong and I know I shouldn't have expected them to still be here after I broke your heart. But it still hurts to realise that they're your friends. Not mine.”

Lucy was shocked by Kate’s words. She never said why Kate and her broke up. She never thought the guys knew they were together anyway. Jane has been kind enough not to ask any questions after her undercover mission and her breaking up with Kate in the bullpen. And she never answered any of Ernie's questions. Even after everything, she still wanted to protect Kate. Even from her Ohana.

“I’m sorry. I never thought…I never realised.” Lucy apologised.

Kate’s lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to protest, but the words got caught in her throat. She nodded instead, her chest rising and falling with the effort to keep herself together. Her hand curled tighter into Lucy’s.

“I don’t know if it's worth anything but you are loved, Kate,” Lucy whispered, her fingers brushing through Kate’s hair. “They love you. And I love you.”

The words hit Kate like a flood. Her resolve, so carefully constructed, shattered with the intensity of those simple, beautiful words. The dam inside her broke, and the tears came pouring out.

Kate pressed her face into her hands, her chest tight with grief. Lucy moved closer, wrapping her arms around her, holding her tightly as she cried. Kate’s sobs were raw and painful, as if her very soul was breaking under the weight of everything she’d been carrying. Her body shook with every sob, her emotions running wild.

Lucy held her tighter, her own tears beginning to fall as she whispered soothing words, knowing this wasn’t just about the physical pain Kate was enduring. It was about everything—the loss, the uncertainty, the heartache. The loneliness that had come with being forced to face her fears alone for so long.

“I’m here, Kate,” Lucy murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m right here. You’re not alone. You never will be again.”

Kate’s body trembled against her, the weight of it all pressing down on her. She didn’t have to say anything. Lucy knew. She felt it in the way Kate’s tears soaked into her shoulder, the silent surrender of letting herself be held.

Slowly, Kate’s sobs started to quiet. Her breathing became more even, though her heart still felt heavy. She lifted her head, her eyes red and swollen, and met Lucy’s gaze.

“I’m sorry,” Kate whispered, her voice hoarse. “I should have Curtis called you but I’ve been... so scared.”

Lucy wiped a tear from Kate’s cheek, her eyes soft with understanding. “You don’t have to apologize, Kate. I’m just glad you let me in. I’m just glad you’re letting me be here.”

Kate let out a shaky breath and nodded, the tears still lingering in her eyes. “Thank you, Lucy. I don’t think I could do this without you.”

“You don’t have to,” Lucy replied gently, her thumb tracing over Kate’s knuckles. “You’ll never have to.”

The weight of the moment pressed in on them both. But in the quiet space between their hearts, they both understood something important: this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

And they’d take the first step together.

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The day had passed in a blur for Lucy. The steady rhythm of the hospital, the quiet moments shared with Kate, the soothing, endless worry weighing on her heart—it was all too much to bear. But Lucy had stayed by Kate’s side as long as she was permitted, her presence offering a quiet kind of reassurance, even if she didn’t know the full extent of how much Kate had absorbed it.

When the time came for Lucy to leave, she didn’t want to. But she had to. She had to go home then back to work the next day, at least for a short time. She needed to figure things out, to take care of what was still unfinished, even if her heart felt torn in two.

The next morning, Lucy got up early, her mind spinning with everything that had happened. Kate was resting now, with Curtis stopping by like every morning since the accident, watching over her like a silent sentinel. Lucy knew that Curtis was a reliable agent, someone she could trust with Kate’s safety. But it didn’t mean it was easy for her to go to work.

But she had no choice.

The morning air was cool, the sun barely rising over the horizon. Lucy arrived at work with her heart heavy, but her resolve firm. She had to take some time off—time she needed to focus on Kate’s recovery, to be there for her as she navigated the uncertain path ahead.

Lucy headed straight to Jane’s office, her stomach twisting with nerves. She needed Jane to understand—needed her to see how important it was for Lucy to be there for Kate.

When Jane saw Lucy standing at the door, her expression softened. “Lucy,” she said warmly, gesturing for her to come in. “How’s Kate?”

Lucy stepped inside, her hands clasped in front of her. “She’s... doing okay. But not great. There’s a lot going on with her. I’m not sure she fully understands the extent of it yet.”

Jane nodded, her gaze sympathetic. “I figured. She’s a fighter. But I know how hard this must be for you, too. It can’t be easy.”

“No,” Lucy replied quietly. “It’s been really hard. But I need to ask you something. Something important.”

Jane raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “What is it?”

Lucy took a deep breath, her voice steady but serious. “I need a sabbatical. I need to be with Kate while she recovers. I know you understand the importance of her healing. And I need this time, Jane. I need to focus on her, on helping her get through this. I can’t split myself right now.”

For a long moment, Jane was silent. She studied Lucy’s face, her eyes soft with understanding. Jane knew that Lucy had always been dedicated to her job, to the team. But this—this was different. This was personal.

Finally, Jane gave a small nod. “I understand, Lucy. You’ve got my full support. Take the time you need. We’ll hold things down here, as best as we can. You don’t need to worry about work. Just focus on Kate and make sure she gets the care she needs.”

Relief washed over Lucy, and she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Jane’s support meant the world to her, and she knew that it was a rare gift—one she wouldn’t take for granted.

“Thank you, Jane,” Lucy said softly, her voice full of gratitude. “I appreciate it more than you know.”

Jane smiled warmly, nodding. “You’re family, Lucy. You don’t have to explain. Just take care of her.”

Jane stayed silent for a bit, Lucy was studying her facial expression.

“What is it ?”

Jane smiled sadly.

“I feel guilty, I was not there when she needed me. After everything with Maggie…she was here for me. Even if we weren't friends at that time. And, we both buried ourselves into our workload and…2 weeks Lucy…I didn't realise I hadn't talked to her in took weeks before you went all ninja in Curtis’s office”

“You heard about that ?” Lucy asked sheepishly.

Jane snorted and blinked the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“She needs you with her. All of you. I think…she just needs to know she's loved” Lucy whispered quietly.

Jane’s tears finally fell as Lucy's words crashed into her.

“We will. I promise you that”

Lucy gave a small, appreciative nod before leaving Jane’s office. Her mind was already back with Kate, and she couldn’t wait to return to her side.

Curtis was sitting in his usual spot, feeling uneasy. Kate hadn't said a word since he came in. He knew Lucy was here the day before, but he didn't know how that meeting went.

“She scared you, didn't she ?”

Kate’s voice was loud and clear. It's been a long time since Michael had heard it, so sure and confident.

“Kinda. She stormed in like a Fury…”

What happened next, felt like some miracle for the FBI veteran. Kate laughed. A clear, joyful laugh. Her face illuminated from her big smile.

“It's not funny, I thought she was going to slapped me”

“She’s 4’3 !” Laugh Kate, mocking her boss and friend.

“Still, she's a damn good NCIS agent….and she love you so, it's a good motive”

“You think so ?” Kate asked quietly.

“I know. And for the record, I'm sorry for telling her. I know you trusted me with this”

“Don't be. I'm glad you did. I want to fight for her” appreciated Kate smiling softly.

“You can fight for both of you,” Michael reminded her.

When Lucy arrived at the hospital, the heavy weight of the world seemed to lift just a little as she stepped into Kate’s room. Kate was awake, though she still looked fragile. Curtis was sitting by her side, reading through a file, his eyes flicking up when Lucy walked in.

“Lucy,” he said with a quiet nod.

Lucy smiled softly at Curtis then walked towards Kate. Kate’s eyes followed her with a faint, hesitant gaze.

“Hey,” Lucy said gently, sitting down beside the bed. “How are you feeling today?”

Kate gave a small shrug, her lips quirking slightly. “Same as yesterday. And the day before. Just… trying to survive.”

Curtis watched them both, his protective instinct clearly evident. He looked at Lucy, his tone soft but direct. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her, Lucy. She’s been a little better today. I feel like it’s thanks to you.”

He stood up from his chair, closing the file in his hands. “I’ll let you two talk,” he said quietly. “I’ve got some things to handle. But if you need anything, Lucy, don’t hesitate to call me.”

“Thanks, Curtis,” Lucy said, her voice soft. She watched him leave, the door clicking quietly behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Kate let out a long sigh. “I can’t do this, Lucy..”

The fear was clear in Kate’s eyes, her vulnerability laid bare in front of both of them. Lucy reached out, gently squeezing her hand.

“You will get through this, Kate,” Lucy said, her voice steady and full of belief. “We’re all going to help you get through it. You’re not alone in this.”

Kate didn’t respond right away, but Lucy could see the faint flicker of hope in her eyes. It wasn’t much, but it was something.”

Kate’s voice cracked as she whispered, “ Lucy , you work 12 hours a day, you can't be here all the time.”

Lucy’s heart broke at the words, but she didn’t flinch. She was here for Kate, for as long as she needed her.

“I went to work today…I talked to Tennant. I'm on sabbatical for as long as I need. You're not alone”she said quietly, her hand brushing against Kate’s cheek. “You’re everything to me. And we’ll get through this, no matter what.”

Kate’s eyes filled with tears once again, but this time, she didn’t try to hide them. Instead, she leaned into Lucy’s touch, the warmth of her hand a steady comfort.

“You can't stop living your life for me.”

“I’m not. I almost lost you Kate. Not just because I was too stubborn to realise you didn't mean to hurt me with Cara. You just didn't know how to handle your feelings and I didn't want to understand why it was hard for you. This time it was almost fatal. I'm not letting you out of my sight”

“I don't know what I did to deserve you,” Kate whispered, her voice full of raw emotion.

“You didn’t have to do anything,” Lucy replied gently. “I’m here because I want to be. And I always will be.”

Kate closed her eyes, letting out a soft sob, and Lucy wrapped her arms around her once again, holding her close.

A few days passed, and the atmosphere in Kate’s room shifted slowly but noticeably. Her resolve had strengthened, and though the physical pain was still present, it was met with a determination that hadn’t been there before.

She was still uncomfortable to have the team visiting her. She needed time. They were comprehensive of her choice, sending texts through the day to let her know they were there for her even from afar.

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the room. Kate sat on the bed, her legs stretched out in front of her, her hands resting on her lap. Lucy sat beside her, her eyes never straying too far from Kate as she watched her, a sense of quiet support and admiration in her gaze.

“Today’s the day,” Kate said with a quiet but firm resolve, turning her head to look at Lucy. “I’m going to do it. I’m going to try physiotherapy.”

Lucy met her eyes and smiled, her heart swelling with a quiet pride. “You sure?” she asked gently. “If you’re ready, I’m here.”

Kate nodded, determination flickering in her eyes. “I’m ready. I can’t keep avoiding it. I need to know if I can do this. I need to know if I can feel something—anything—again.”

Lucy’s heart clenched at her words, but she nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. “Okay, I’m right here. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

The physiotherapist arrived shortly after, and the session began with a series of gentle stretches. The pain in her body was immediate, sharp, and unrelenting. Kate’s jaw clenched, her hands curling into fists, but she didn’t pull away. She bit back a gasp, focusing on Lucy’s presence beside her, reminding herself that she wasn’t alone in this.

The therapist guided her through more exercises, mainly for her upper body to strengthen her muscles. It was excruciating, each movement feeling like it was pulling her apart. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but Kate refused to stop.

“Kate, you’re doing great,” the therapist encouraged her, gently holding her legs in place. “You’re showing a lot of progress.”

Lucy’s hand found Kate’s, squeezing it lightly. “You’re doing amazing. I know it hurts, but you’re pushing through. That’s all that matters.”

Kate’s breath was shallow, the pain consuming her, but something inside her shifted. She could feel the muscles in her legs trembling, trying to respond, trying to move. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

When the session ended, Kate collapsed back onto the bed, her face pale, her breathing ragged, but there was a faint smile on her lips. She was exhausted, drained, but there was a spark in her eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“I did it,” Kate whispered, her voice hoarse. “ Even if it was just a little bit.”

Lucy’s face lit up with a proud smile. “You did, Kate. And that’s huge. You’re healing. You’re getting stronger.”

Kate sat up slightly, her hands gripping the bed as she tried to steady her breath. “You know, I read somewhere that dopamine is released when we push our bodies through discomfort. It’s like the brain’s reward system—gives us a little boost when we do something challenging. I think that’s what I’m feeling right now.”

Lucy chuckled softly at Kate’s rambling, her eyes sparkling with affection. She could see it—Kate’s familiar fire, her brain working in overdrive as she processed everything. It was her again. The woman who loved facts, who always turned to research and logic, even when faced with something as overwhelming as this.

“I think you’re right,” Lucy said, her voice soft, her heart full of love. “You’re healing, Kate. Physically and mentally. And I’m here for all of it.”

Kate looked at her with an intensity that almost made Lucy catch her breath. “You know,” Kate started, her voice quieter, more vulnerable than before, “this is harder than I thought. Not just the pain, but the... uncertainty. I keep thinking, what if I give it everything and it still isn’t enough? What if I can’t walk again?”

Lucy reached out, her hand gently cupping Kate’s face, her thumb brushing across her cheek. “Whatever happens, Kate, you’re not alone. We’re in this together. And I believe in you. I know you can do this. And if it takes time, we’ll take it one step at a time.”

Kate nodded, her eyes softening as she looked at Lucy. “You really think I can do it, huh?”

“I know you can,” Lucy said, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You’re stubborn as hell. You don’t give up on anything. Not even yourself.”

Kate laughed, a soft, breathy sound that made Lucy’s heart swell. “Yeah, well… guess that’s true.”

Lucy grinned. “That’s the Kate Whistler I know. The one who fights for what she wants.”

Kate’s smile faltered for a moment, and she looked down at her legs, her expression turning thoughtful. “It’s just hard to imagine, you know? I feel like I’ve lost so much, and I don’t even know how to start getting it back.”

Lucy squeezed Kate’s hand, her voice steady. “You’re not losing anything, Kate. You’re rebuilding. And I’m right here, cheering you on every step of the way. You’ve got this. I promise.”

For a long moment, Kate said nothing. But the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable—it was filled with understanding, with the weight of everything they’d been through. And, for the first time since the accident, Kate felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe it wasn’t just about what she had lost. Maybe it was about what she could still gain.

“Thanks, Lucy,” Kate murmured, her voice soft, vulnerable. “For not giving up on me.”

Lucy smiled, her heart full. “I could never give up on you, Kate.”

And for the first time in a long while, Kate believed her

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Kate stared at the ceiling for a long moment, fingers tracing the edge of her hospital blanket. She took a breath, then looked at Lucy, who was seated nearby flipping through a magazine she’d picked up earlier that morning.

“Lucy?” Kate’s voice was quiet, tentative.

Lucy looked up immediately, setting the magazine aside. “Yeah?”

“I think…” Kate hesitated, then met her eyes. “I think I’m ready. To see the team. Would you call them? Let them know they can come?”

Lucy blinked, her expression softening with a flicker of surprise. “You’re sure?”

Kate nodded, a small, nervous smile on her lips. “No. But I think it’s time. I’ve avoided them long enough. And I miss them.”

Lucy smiled, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “They’re going to be so happy to hear that. I’ll text Jane.”

Fifteen minutes later, footsteps and hushed voices echoed from the hallway, and then the door creaked open. Kai appeared first, holding an overstuffed bag that smelled vaguely of cinnamon and regret. Jesse followed, awkwardly juggling two large cups and a paper bag that looked dangerously close to tearing. Ernie brought up the rear, arms full of books, snacks, and a small speaker dangling precariously from one hand.

All three of them looked like overexcited schoolboys trying not to mess up their first school project.

“Hey, Kate,” Jesse said, his voice just a touch too loud. “We, uh, brought supplies.”

“Essentials,” Ernie corrected. “Books, snacks, tech. I may have overdone it but—”

Ernie tripped on the edge of the chair, flailed, and in the chaos, a box of malasadas launched out of his bag and hit the floor with a soft thud.

“Ernie!” Kai groaned. “That was the good stuff!”

“Okay, well maybe if you hadn’t bumped into me—”

“I didn’t bump into you!”

“Yes, you did!”

Jesse sighed and turned to Kate with a sheepish grin. “This is going about as well as we thought it would.”

Kate watched them for a beat, wide-eyed, and then to everyone’s surprise—she laughed. It was soft at first, then warm and full, her shoulders shaking with amusement.

“You guys are ridiculous,” she said, grinning. “But... I missed this.”

The tension in the room melted like ice in the sun. The bickering stopped immediately.

“Oh, thank god,” Jesse said, visibly relieved.

“We were nervous,” Kai admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

Ernie nodded solemnly. “Genuinely thought we’d make it worse.”

From the doorway, Jane stood with a quieter presence, a Tupperware full of cookies in her hands. She hadn’t stepped in with the chaos—she was waiting, watching. Her eyes met Kate’s, asking for silent permission.

Kate’s smile dimmed slightly but grew more sincere as she looked at her. She gave Jane a small nod.

“Hi, Jane.”

“Hi, Kate,” Jane replied gently, stepping forward. “I brought your favorite. Chocolate chip with a touch of sea salt.”

“Thank you,” Kate said, emotion catching in her voice.

In the corner of the room, Lucy watched everything carefully, her posture straight and alert. She was ready to intervene the second Kate looked overwhelmed. But instead, she saw something else entirely—Kate relaxing, her expression open, vulnerable, but not guarded.

“We’re sorry,” Jesse said suddenly, his voice sincere. “For... everything. For not being there when you needed us.”

Kai nodded. “Yeah. We didn’t know, but we should’ve. You matter to us, Kate.”

“We messed up,” Ernie added quietly. “And I think about it every day.”

Kate looked down, her hand gripping the blanket, then slowly raised her eyes to them. “I’m sorry too. For pushing you all away. I was angry and hurting, and I didn’t know how to say that without making it worse.”

“You didn’t,” Jane said, stepping closer. “You never made it worse. We just didn’t listen close enough.”

Silence settled for a beat, but it was no longer heavy. Just full of unsaid things being understood.

Then Ernie, desperate to break the emotional moment, bent down to pick up the malasadas with exaggerated care. “These might still be edible. Maybe.”

Kai scoffed. “Dibs on the least floor-covered one.”

“Too late,” Jesse said, grabbing a paper towel and diving in.

Kate rolled her eyes, chuckling again. “You’re all such idiots.”

Lucy smiled from her spot by the wall, finally walking over to sit beside Kate. She leaned in and whispered, “You okay?”

Kate nodded, glancing around the room filled with chaos and love. “Yeah. I think I really am.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, she meant it.

Kate sat in her hospital bed, surrounded by the laughter and camaraderie of the team, but her mind was elsewhere. There were still things she needed to say, things she’d been holding in since the crash. As much as she appreciated the support, there was a part of her that felt like she needed a moment of quiet, a chance to sort through the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling inside her since she woke up.

She turned to Lucy, her gaze soft but heavy with unspoken words. "Lucy, can you give me a minute with Jane?"

Lucy hesitated, her brow furrowing with concern. "Are you okay?”

Kate interrupted gently, her voice steady, but with an underlying layer of vulnerability. "I just... I need to talk to Jane. Alone."

Lucy searched Kate’s face for any sign of distress, but when she saw none, she gave a small nod, masking her worry. "Okay. I’ll grab the guys and go get you that hot chocolate you like. Take your time."

As Lucy stepped out of the room with Jesse, Kai, and Ernie following, Kate felt the weight of the moment settle in. She turned toward Jane, who was sitting across from her, her expression open and supportive.

Jane leaned forward slightly, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "What’s on your mind, Kate?"

Kate took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the blanket on her lap. She had been avoiding this conversation for so long, but now, with Lucy out of the room, it felt like the only thing that mattered.

"I’ve been thinking a lot," Kate began, her voice low. "About everything. About Lucy. About... us. About how much I’ve shut everyone out." She paused, swallowing hard. "Especially you."

Jane’s expression softened immediately, her eyes filled with understanding and concern. "Kate, you don’t have to apologize for that. I know you’ve been through a lot, and I’m not angry."

Kate met Jane’s gaze, her eyes clouded with regret. "But I should’ve talked to you sooner. Instead, I just pushed everyone away. And it’s not fair to you. You’ve always been there for me, and I’ve just... I’ve been so stubborn. So scared." Her voice broke slightly as she continued. "I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. I didn’t want to seem weak."

Jane leaned forward, her voice gentle but firm. "Kate, you’re not weak. You’ve been through something traumatic, and it’s okay to feel lost. It’s okay to need time. But I don’t want you to do this alone. And I want you to know that I’m here for you—no matter what. Always."

Kate’s eyes welled up with emotion. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to hear those words. "I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I shouldn’t have shut you out. You and the team... you’ve always had my back, and I’ve been too proud to let you in. I was too afraid."

Jane shook her head softly, a reassuring smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "There’s nothing to apologize for. We all handle things differently. I just want you to know that you don’t have to carry this weight alone anymore. I’m here for you, Kate. Always."

Kate wiped her eyes quickly, sniffling as she tried to regain her composure. "I’ve been so focused on trying to figure out how to heal physically, that I’ve neglected everything else. But I don’t want to be like this forever. I don’t want to be this person who can’t face the people who care about her. I need... I need to be better."

Jane reached across the bed, placing a comforting hand on Kate’s. "You will be. You don’t have to rush it, Kate. Healing takes time—physically, emotionally. And you’ve got amazing friends around you to help. Don’t try to carry all of this on your own."

Kate nodded slowly, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She felt like she could breathe a little easier. She had been so focused on pushing everyone away, but now, with Jane’s unwavering support, it felt like she could start to move forward.

"I’m sorry for shutting you out, you've been a rock when Lucy and I broke up ," Kate said quietly, her voice trembling with a mixture of guilt and sadness.

Jane gave a small, knowing nod. "I know. And again I'm not mad. Never. You're my friend and I'll be there in any way I can. You’ve got people who love you, who want to help you heal. Lucy, especially. You don’t have to fight this on your own. I’m the one who should apologise”

Kate frowned and slightly tilted her head, trying to understand why Jane was apologising.

“I've been a bad friend. I buried myself into my work and didn't realise sooner that something was wrong. Two weeks Kate…”

Kate sighed and took Jane’s hand in hers.

“I appreciate it. But I wasn't ready to have anyone near me at that time. I'm pretty sure I would have broken up with Lucy if we had been together at that time. I was mad for a long time. At myself first…but it was easier to be mad at anyone else. But now…Lucy…that woman is everything to me. She's the reason I'm alive right now. I love her so much. I'm not going to lie…being here, facing the idea of staying paraplegic is hard and scary….but I feel I can move mountains when she's nears me….she's magic”

“Can I hug you ?” Jane’s voice was trembling, her emotions showing through her eyes.

“Please” smiled Kate through her tears.

They hugged for a bit and Jane suddenly laughed.

“Please, let me clean your face and chases these tears away….Lucy is going to kill me if she realises I made you cry”

Kate let out a shaky laugh, happy to have her friend’s back.

Meanwhile, down in the cafeteria, Lucy sat quietly with Jesse, Kai, and Ernie, her mind elsewhere. She had tried to focus on the conversation, but her heart kept pulling her back to Kate. Her fears about Kate’s healing, about being enough for her, continued to gnaw at her.

"I just... I don’t know what to do," Lucy admitted softly, her voice tight with emotion. "I want to be there for her. I want to help her heal. But what if I’m not enough? What if I can’t help her through this?"

Jesse gave her a concerned look, the lightheartedness gone from his face. "Lucy, you’re already doing so much. Just being there for her, being a constant... that matters more than anything right now."

Ernie nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his drink. "Kate’s strong, but she’s been through a lot. She needs time to figure things out. But you’re not alone in this, Lucy. We’re all here for her. And for you."

Kai leaned in, offering a gentle smile. "You’ve got the hardest job, Lucy. But I’ve seen the way Kate looks at you. She needs you. And you’re doing the best you can."

Lucy nodded slowly, taking in their words, but the weight of her fears still lingered. "I just... I’m scared. I’m scared of losing her, of not being enough to help her through this. What if she never gets better? What if she can’t walk again? What if I can’t fix it?"

"You can’t fix it all, Lucy," Jesse said gently, his voice filled with empathy. "But you’re not alone in this. And neither is Kate. We’re all here for her, for both of you."

Back in Kate’s room, the conversation with Jane had brought some peace to Kate, but she still had a long road ahead of her. As Jane left to give her some space, Kate sat quietly, her thoughts swirling. She wanted to talk to Lucy. To let her in. But part of her was still afraid—afraid of what would happen if they couldn’t heal together.

When Lucy returned, she saw the change in Kate’s face. There was something different—something lighter. And as she walked toward the bed, she could see the relief in Kate’s eyes.

"I’m sorry, I just needed to talk to Jane alone," Kate whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Lucy shook her head, reaching out to take Kate’s hand. "You don’t have to apologize. I just want you to be okay. She's your friend. Do you feel a bit better after talking to her ? "

Kate smiled softly, squeezing Lucy’s hand. "Yes, I am. I’m starting to believe that I deserve all your love again."

And with that Lucy allowed herself to hope again

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Kate had been working tirelessly with her physiotherapist, pushing herself harder each day. The pain from her exercises was excruciating, but there were small victories with every session. She could feel her body beginning to respond, but she knew it would take time. The progress was slow, but it was there. And, for the first time in days, she felt a glimmer of hope.

The doctors had finally given her the good news: she was ready to leave the hospital. She had made progress, and while there were still significant hurdles to overcome, the next step was to recover at home. But as the reality of going home sank in, Kate realized something—her place wasn’t designed for someone in a wheelchair. The doorways were too narrow. The bathroom wasn’t accessible. Her apartment was simply not suited to the changes in her life.

She was quiet as she sat in her wheelchair, her hands resting on the armrests as she stared out the window, lost in thought.

Lucy had been waiting patiently beside her, always there for her. She had been her rock through all of this, and Kate couldn’t deny the emotions she had been suppressing for so long. Her love for Lucy was undeniable, even though she had kept it buried deep down, afraid to confront it. But now, with so much uncertainty in her life, she knew one thing for sure: she didn’t want to face it alone.

Lucy seemed to sense Kate’s inner turmoil. She moved closer, kneeling beside her, her voice gentle but filled with concern. "Hey, what’s on your mind?"

Kate turned to her, her eyes soft but full of emotion. "I just... I don’t know what to do. My place isn’t set up for me to be in a wheelchair. I don’t know how I’m going to manage." Her voice wavered slightly as she looked at Lucy, fear creeping in. "I thought I’d be okay, but now it feels overwhelming."

Lucy’s heart ached for Kate. She could see the weight of the situation pressing down on her, and she knew what she had to say, even if it wasn’t easy. “Well, my place is accessible, and I want to help you. I want to be here for you, in every way."

Kate blinked, caught off guard by Lucy’s offer. "Wait …you're saying…you want me to move in with you ? Lucy... are you sure? I don’t want to impose. You’ve already been doing so much for me."

Lucy smiled, her eyes tender as she reached for Kate’s hand. "It’s not an imposition, Kate. I want to make it easier for you. Please... let me help. You can move in for how long you want. It can be just for a few weeks until you find a place accessible or forever…."

Kate looked at her, her heart swelling with emotion. The love she had for Lucy had always been there, but now, in the midst of everything, it felt even more profound. "I love you," she whispered, her voice thick with the weight of years of unspoken feelings. "I want to be with you. I want to move in with you. But... I need to take it slow. We can't….I don't think I can….you know...be intimate yet"

Lucy’s face lit up with an expression of pure joy, her heart racing as she squeezed Kate’s hand tighter. "I love you too," she said softly, her voice full of tenderness. "And I'm not thinking about sex or anything else. I want you to be comfortable. We’ll take it slow. One step at a time, together."

Kate smiled through her tears, relief flooding her heart. "I’m so lucky to have you."

---

A few days later, Kate was at the hospital with Jane, discussing her progress and what her next steps would be. The doctors were pleased with how far she’d come, but Kate knew the hardest part was still ahead: the rehabilitation, the adjustments, and learning how to live with the reality of her injury. But she was determined to keep pushing forward.

Meanwhile, back at Lucy’s place, the entire team was hard at work. Kai, Jesse, Ernie and even Curtis had arrived early in the morning, ready to help Lucy with the renovations. The plan was simple: to make Lucy’s house as accessible as possible for Kate. They had a lot to do, but they were all in it together, and everyone was eager to help Kate settle into her new home.

Kai and Jesse were in the kitchen, tearing down a wall to expand the space, making it easier for Kate to move around in her wheelchair. The kitchen had been one of the trickiest spaces to adjust, but with some creative thinking and teamwork, they had a solid plan in place.

Ernie was busy reorganizing the pantry, making sure the shelves were within reach, ensuring that Kate wouldn’t have to strain herself to get to the things she needed. He was methodical, his usual carefree attitude replaced with a quiet focus as he worked. He could feel how much this meant to Kate and Lucy, and he wanted everything to be perfect.

Meanwhile, Lucy was in the bathroom, overseeing the installation of grab bars and rearranging the cupboards. It had to be done right. She knew Kate needed more than just a physical space to heal. She needed to feel comfortable, safe, and loved in every part of the home. The bathroom had to be a sanctuary, just like the rest of the house would be.

Curtis was outside, working on the deck and garden. He was putting up ramps and making sure the outdoor space was accessible for Kate. The outdoors had always been a place of solace for Kate, and Curtis knew how important it was for her to have that connection to nature, especially as she healed.

As the day went on, the team worked tirelessly, transforming the space with love and care. They all knew how much Kate meant to them, and each person poured their energy into the tasks at hand, determined to make her transition as smooth as possible.

Back inside, Lucy watched them work with a sense of quiet satisfaction. There was a renewed sense of hope in the air. She and Kate had a long road ahead, but, Lucy could see a future. And as she looked at her friends, all of them working together to help Kate, she felt her heart swell with gratitude.

Finally, the moment came when the team could stop for a break. The work was far from done, but it was clear that they were making progress. Lucy took a step back, looking around at all the changes being made in her home for Kate.

She stepped outside to join Curtis, who was finishing up a few final touches on the deck. The garden was looking better than ever, and she could already picture Kate sitting there, watching the world go by.

"You’ve done an amazing job," Lucy said, her voice full of appreciation.

Curtis gave a modest shrug, wiping his brow. "We’re just getting started. But we’ll make sure it’s perfect for Kate. She deserves it."

Lucy smiled softly, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. "Thank you. All of you. This means more than I can say."

Curtis smiled back, his voice gentle. "No thanks needed. We’re all here for you, Lucy. And for Kate."

As the team continued their work, Lucy couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and love fill her heart. Things weren’t perfect, but with each passing day, they were getting closer to building the life they both wanted. And that, for now, was enough.

The air was thick with anticipation as Lucy drove toward her house, glancing over at Kate in the passenger seat. It had been a long journey to get to this point, and even though Kate still had a tough road ahead, today was a milestone—she was finally going home.

Kate sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, staring out the window. It was strange. She had wanted to leave the hospital for so long, but now that the moment was here, a mix of emotions swirled inside her. Relief. Anxiety. Fear. Hope.

"You okay?" Lucy asked softly, not taking her eyes off the road.

Kate turned to her and managed a small smile. "Yeah… just feels surreal. I’ve been stuck in that hospital for so long, it’s weird to think I won’t be going back."

Lucy reached over, squeezing Kate’s hand briefly. "You're not alone in this, Kate. We’ve got you."

Kate exhaled, nodding. She knew Lucy meant it. She had proven that over and over again.

As they pulled into the driveway, Kate's breath caught in her throat. Balloons and a banner hung across the front of Lucy’s house, reading Welcome Home, Kate! The sight of it made her heart squeeze.

Then, the front door opened, and the team spilled out onto the porch. Jane, Jesse, Kai, Ernie, Curtis—even Alex and Julie were there, all grinning at her.

"Welcome home, Whistler!" Jesse called out.

"Are you ready to see the masterpiece we worked on?" Kai added, smirking.

Kate let out a choked laugh as Lucy parked the car. "You guys didn’t have to do all this," she murmured, emotion thick in her voice.

"We wanted to," Jane said firmly, stepping forward as Lucy helped Kate out of the car. "Now, let’s get you inside."

Lucy positioned the wheelchair, but before Kate could move, Jesse and Kai both stepped forward.

"We could carry you over the threshold, bridal-style," Kai teased.

Kate rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched. "Not necessary, but thanks."

With Lucy’s careful help, Kate settled into her chair and wheeled herself toward the house. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she stopped, overwhelmed.

The house was… different.

The furniture had been rearranged to make space. The kitchen, the bathroom, everything had been adjusted for her. And it wasn’t just functional—it was thoughtful. The small touches, the effort, the love behind it—it was almost too much.

"You guys…" Kate’s voice broke as she turned to face them. "I—this is incredible. Thank you. All of you."

"You should really be thanking Lucy," Ernie piped up. "She was the mastermind behind it all."

Kate turned to Lucy, her eyes soft. "Thank you," she whispered. She tug on Lucy's hand and bring her close to her. Getting the message, Lucy bend down and they shared a kiss. It was everything they ever wanted to feel in a kiss. Love. Jane and Chase wiped their eyes quickly and the guys looked away, everyone feeling intrusive to watch this sweet moment.

Lucy broke the kiss and swallowed, looking a little emotional herself. "You don’t have to thank me. I just want you to feel at home."

Kate nodded, wiping at her eyes quickly before anyone could comment on it. "So, I heard something about a barbecue?"

Jesse grinned. "Oh, yeah. We’ve got ribs, burgers, and even some fancy vegetarian options for Kai."

"You mean for Kate," Kai corrected, looking at Kate knowingly. "We all know she’s the healthy one."

Kate huffed. "One serious accident and you think I don’t deserve a damn burger?"

The team burst into laughter as they headed toward the backyard, where the grill was already fired up.

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The evening was perfect. The sun was setting, casting golden light over the deck. The smell of barbecue filled the air, and the sound of laughter and conversation surrounded Kate like a warm embrace.

She sat with Lucy at her side, watching as Kai and Jesse argued over who was the better grill master, while Jane attempted to mediate. Ernie was talking excitedly to Curtis about some software he was developing, and Alex and Julie were engaged in an intense debate over the best dessert.

Kate leaned over to Lucy. "This is nice," she admitted quietly.

Lucy turned to her, a soft smile on her lips. "Yeah. It is."

Kate swallowed, her emotions creeping up on her again. "I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this again. Like I belonged."

Lucy reached for her hand, squeezing it. "You do belong, Kate. Always."

Kate nodded, feeling the weight of those words settle deep in her chest.

As the evening continued, she found herself laughing more than she had in weeks. It wasn’t just about the house, or the adjustments they had made. It was about them. These people—her friends, her family—had shown up for her in a way she never expected.

Kate groaned as she struggled with the coffee maker. The buttons weren’t in the usual place, and she fumbled trying to reach them from her wheelchair. Lucy watched from the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face.

“You know,” Lucy teased, “you could just ask for help.”

Kate huffed. “No. I need to figure this out.”

Lucy didn’t interfere, though it was tempting. After a few moments, Kate finally got the coffee brewing. She leaned back in satisfaction, crossing her arms.

“I did it,” she announced.

Lucy clapped dramatically. “Wow. The great Kate Whistler, outsmarted by a coffee machine. Truly inspiring.”

Kate shot her a glare, but there was amusement in her eyes.

Truthfully, these little victories mattered. Every small thing she did on her own—making coffee, getting dressed, transferring herself from the chair to the couch—was a step forward. And Lucy saw it.

One afternoon, Kate attempted to do laundry by herself. The washing machine was lower than she remembered, and maneuvering the clothes from the basket to the drum took longer than she liked. Frustration bubbled up inside her.

Lucy, who had been pretending to scroll through her phone, looked up. “You okay?”

Kate exhaled sharply. “No. This is ridiculous. It shouldn't take me twenty minutes to throw some clothes in a machine.”

Lucy walked over and crouched beside her. “Yeah, but you did it. And next time? It’ll take you fifteen. Then ten. And one day, you won’t even think about it.”

Kate looked at her, the tension easing slightly. “You’re annoyingly positive.”

Lucy grinned. “You love me.”

Kate sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, yes.”

One night, as they lay in bed—Lucy on her side, Kate on her back—Kate stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Lucy turned toward her. “You’re thinking too hard.”

Kate sighed. “I just... I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

Lucy propped herself up on an elbow. “You’re not a burden, Kate.”

Kate turned her head to look at her. “But what if I never walk again? What if I can’t give you the life you deserve?”

Lucy’s expression softened. “Kate, the life I want is with you. Walking, wheelchair, crutches—I don’t care. I just want you.”

Kate swallowed hard. “You say that now, but—”

“No,” Lucy cut in firmly. “I mean it. I love you. And we’ll figure it out together.”

Kate blinked back tears and nodded. She wasn’t used to being this vulnerable, but with Lucy, it felt safe.

A few weeks later, they sat on the couch, Lucy nervously bouncing her leg.

Kate narrowed her eyes. “Okay, spit it out.”

Lucy hesitated. “Jane wants me to come back to work.”

Kate’s stomach twisted. She had known this moment would come, but that didn’t make it easier.

“You should go,” she said after a moment.

Lucy frowned. “Are you sure?”

Kate nodded. “I can’t be your whole world, Lucy. And you love your job. You need to do this.”

Lucy exhaled, relief and hesitation mixed on her face. “I just—what if you need me?”

Kate took her hand. “I’ll be okay. We’ll work out a schedule. But you don’t have to put your life on hold for me.”

Lucy looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “Okay. But if you ever need me, I’ll drop everything. No questions asked.”

Kate smiled. “I know.”

It was another adjustment, but they were getting there—one step, one moment at a time

Chapter Text

Lucy walked into the bullpen, her stomach a tight knot of nerves. It had been weeks since she stepped foot in the office, and while she was glad to be back, her mind was still at home—with Kate.

Jane was the first to spot her, grinning as she crossed her arms. “Well, look who finally decided to show up.”

Jesse smirked from his desk. “We were starting to think you retired.”

Kai leaned back in his chair. “Or got recruited for some top-secret mission.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because the FBI definitely wants me for that.”

Ernie appeared at her side, holding a coffee. “Welcome back, Special Agent Tara. Figured you might need this.”

Lucy took it gratefully. “You guys are being weirdly nice. Should I be worried?”

Jane chuckled. “We just missed you.”

The warmth in the room settled her nerves—at least a little. But as soon as she sat at her desk, she pulled out her phone and fired off a text to Kate.

Lucy: How are you? Need anything?

A minute later, Kate replied.

Kate: I’m fine, Lucy. Enjoy your first day back.

Lucy exhaled. She was enjoying it. Kind of. But every ten minutes, she found herself checking her phone, sending another text, then another.

By lunchtime, Jesse snatched her phone from her hands with a sigh. “Lucy, relax. She’s fine.”

Lucy scowled. “Give it back.”

Jesse smirked and held it out of reach. “Not until you promise to go at least one hour without texting her.”

Lucy glared. “You do realize I’m an NCIS agent, right? I could take you down in two seconds.”

Jesse laughed but handed back her phone. “I just think you should breathe a little.”

Before Lucy could argue, a familiar voice made her freeze.

“Well, this is a warm welcome.”

She turned sharply, her heart skipping a beat.

Kate sat in her wheelchair at the entrance of the bullpen, grinning like she had just won the lottery.

“I took an Uber,” Kate announced proudly. “First solo outing since the accident.”

The bullpen fell silent for a second, then erupted into cheers.

“You what?” Lucy rushed over, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

Kate beamed. “Yep. And I didn’t crash or catch fire, so I’d say it was a success.”

Jane clapped her hands. “Well, if that’s not an excuse for a team lunch, I don’t know what is.”

Within minutes, they had gathered takeout containers and pushed desks together. Kate sat beside Lucy, stealing fries from her plate like she had every right to them.

Lucy shook her head, but she couldn’t stop smiling. “I still can’t believe you did this.”

Kate smirked. “I needed to prove to myself I could.”

Lucy exhaled, reaching for Kate’s hand under the table. “I’m proud of you.”

Kate squeezed back and leaned towards Lucy, her lips brushing Lucy's lips softly. “I know.”
Lucy smiles and deepened the kiss, one of her hands running through Kate's head and bringing her head closer from hers.

Lucy frowned and stopped kissing Kate when she received an piece of bread on her jaws.

“Hey !”

“We're trying to eat here” Jesse jokes while covering his eyes.

“Fuck off. I'm happy, she's happy.” Lucy answered while giving him the finger.

The team laughed around them, but for Lucy, the real victory of the day was sitting right beside her—strong, stubborn, and healing, one step at a time.

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Lucy paced nervously in the living room, glancing at the clock every few seconds. She wasn’t sure why she was this anxious. It wasn’t their first date ever—but it was their first since everything. Since the accident, since they found their way back to each other. Since Kate whispered I love you again.

Kate rolled out of the bedroom, raising an amused eyebrow. “Are you planning on wearing a hole in the floor?”

Lucy stopped mid-step, spinning around. “I just want tonight to be perfect.”

Kate smiled softly. “Lucy, it already is.”

Lucy exhaled, then looked at Kate properly. The blonde was wearing a deep blue blouse, simple yet elegant, her makeup light but perfectly done. Even in the wheelchair, she carried herself with that same confidence that had always made Lucy weak in the knees.

Lucy swallowed. “You look beautiful.”

Kate smirked. “Thank you.” Then, softer, “You do too.”

Lucy felt warmth spread through her. “Ready?”

Kate nodded. “Absolutely.”

The restaurant was small and quiet, a beachfront place with soft lighting and a warm breeze drifting in from the open windows. They had been here before, months ago, back when things were new and exciting. It felt fitting to start again here.

The hostess led them to a table near the window, and as soon as they sat, Lucy reached for Kate’s hand across the table. “So… how does it feel? First official date post-accident.”

Kate chuckled. “Honestly? I was nervous. But now, I’m just happy.” She tilted her head. “You really haven’t stopped looking at me since we got here.”

Lucy blushed but didn’t deny it. “I just… I missed this. I missed us.”

Kate’s expression softened. “Me too.” She squeezed Lucy’s hand. “And I love that you still look at me like this, even now.”

Lucy frowned slightly. “Kate, I will always look at you like this. That’s never going to change.”

Kate took a deep breath, nodding. “I believe you.”

The waiter arrived, and they ordered, but the conversation didn’t break. They talked about everything and nothing—work, food, the ridiculous bet Kai had lost last week. For the first time in a long time, things felt normal.

At one point, Lucy noticed Kate rubbing her leg absentmindedly. “You okay?”

Kate hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Just… my legs tingle sometimes. The doctors say it’s a good sign.”

Lucy smiled. “That’s amazing.”

Kate smirked. “I know. Maybe one day, I’ll be the one driving you on our dates.”

Lucy laughed. “I’d like that.” Then, she glanced at Kate, more serious. “Hey… I just want you to know, whatever happens, however this goes—you don’t have to rush. I’m here, every step of the way.”

Kate’s gaze softened, and her voice was barely above a whisper. “I love you so much.”

Lucy squeezed her hand. “I love you too.”

As the sun set over the ocean, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges, Lucy knew—this was exactly where she was meant to be.

The ride back home was quiet, filled with stolen glances and comfortable silence. Lucy kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Kate’s thigh, a quiet connection between them. The dinner had been perfect, better than Lucy had dared to hope. Kate had laughed, relaxed—she looked happy.

When they reached the house, Lucy parked and quickly got out, moving around to help Kate. But before she could, Kate placed a hand on hers, stopping her.

“Lucy,” Kate said softly.

Lucy frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Kate swallowed, her fingers tightening around Lucy’s. “Nothing’s wrong. I just… I want to talk.”

Lucy nodded, instantly serious. “Okay. Let’s go inside?”

Kate hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah.”

Once inside, Lucy helped Kate settle onto the couch. She was about to grab them some water when Kate reached for her wrist, pulling her back down beside her.

“Stay?” Kate asked.

Lucy smiled, lacing their fingers together. “Always.”

Kate exhaled, playing absently with Lucy’s fingers. “Tonight was amazing. I felt… normal, you know?” She looked up, her brown eyes searching Lucy’s. “And I realized something.”

Lucy turned fully toward her. “What is it?”

Kate’s jaw tensed for a second, as if she was gathering courage. “I want to be with you,” she said finally. “Really be with you.”

Lucy’s breath caught.

Kate smiled softly. “I’m ready, Luce.”

Lucy searched her face, making sure. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like—”

“I know,” Kate interrupted gently. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. At first, I was scared. After the accident, I felt like… like I wasn’t me anymore. And I hated that.” She exhaled. “But you never treated me like I was broken. You never made me feel like less. And I want this. I want you.”

Lucy cupped Kate’s cheek, her thumb tracing soft circles against her skin. “You are you, Kate. No matter what. And I don’t care how long it takes or what we have to work through—I just want us.”

Kate leaned into her touch. “Then let’s take that step. Together.”

Lucy kissed her softly, a slow and deep connection, their foreheads resting together when they broke apart.

“Okay,” Lucy whispered. “But if at any point—”

“I’ll tell you,” Kate promised.

Lucy nodded, pressing another kiss to her lips before helping her up. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

Kate smirked. “That’s the best idea you’ve had all night.”

Lucy laughed, warmth flooding her chest. This was them, finding their way back, piece by piece. And it was perfect.

The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. Kate sat on the bed, watching as Lucy moved around, visibly nervous. It was endearing—the way Lucy bit her lip, the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.

Kate reached out, gently taking Lucy’s hand. “Hey,” she said softly. “Come here.”

Lucy exhaled shakily and moved closer, settling beside Kate. “I just… I don’t want to do anything wrong.”

Kate smiled, squeezing her hand. “You won’t.”

Lucy swallowed, searching Kate’s face. “Tell me if something doesn’t feel right. If you need to stop. If—”

Kate silenced her with a feather-light kiss, their lips barely brushing. “I trust you, Lucy. Completely.”

Lucy closed her eyes, exhaling against Kate’s lips before deepening the kiss, slow and careful. She let her hands wander—gently, tentatively, as if memorizing Kate’s body all over again. She paused every time Kate shivered, every time she sucked in a breath, making sure each touch was welcomed.

Kate’s fingers tangled in Lucy’s hair, pulling her closer. “I missed you,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Lucy kissed her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her lips. “I’m right here.”

Kate let out a shaky breath. “I know. And that’s what makes this so… different. Before, I thought I had to prove I could handle everything on my own. But with you… I don’t have to pretend.”

Lucy pulled back slightly, resting their foreheads together. “Never. You never have to hide with me.”

Kate reached for Lucy’s hand, guiding it over her heart. “Then show me.”

Lucy understood what she meant. This wasn’t about rushing, or chasing something they’d lost. It was about rediscovering each other, about feeling safe in each other’s arms again.

She kissed Kate slowly, reverently, and every moment after that was filled with whispered reassurances, shared breaths, and lingering touches that spoke louder than words.

When they finally lay tangled together under the sheets, Kate traced absent patterns on Lucy’s bare shoulder, her voice quiet. “I was afraid that after everything, I wouldn’t feel like myself again.”

Lucy kissed her temple. “And now?”

Kate smiled, turning to meet Lucy’s gaze. “Now, I feel like I’m home.”

Lucy tucked a strand of hair behind Kate’s ear, her heart aching with love. “You are home.”

Kate exhaled, closing her eyes as Lucy pulled her close.

Chapter Text

Kate sat on the couch, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee mug as she stared at Lucy across from her. The morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the room. It should have felt peaceful. Instead, Kate’s chest was tight with hesitation.

Lucy, ever perceptive, set her own mug down and leaned forward. “You’re thinking about something.”

Kate huffed a small, dry laugh. “You always know.”

Lucy tilted her head. “Only because I know you.”

Kate took a breath, choosing her words carefully. “I think… I want to go to therapy.”

Lucy’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t say anything right away. She just watched Kate, giving her space to explain.

Kate swallowed. “After the accident, I convinced myself I could handle it on my own. That if I just pushed through, I’d be fine. But the truth is, I’m not fine.” She clenched her jaw. “I’m scared, Lucy. Scared of not getting better. Scared of failing in front of everyone. Scared of—”

Lucy reached for her hand, grounding her. “Of what?” she asked gently.

Kate exhaled shakily. “Of letting you down.”

Lucy’s grip tightened. “Kate… you could never let me down.”

Kate looked at her, vulnerable and open in a way she rarely allowed herself to be. “I don’t want to be someone you have to take care of forever.”

Lucy shook her head, eyes filled with quiet intensity. “You’re not a burden, Kate. You’re my person. And if therapy helps you, if it makes you feel stronger, then I’ll support you every step of the way.”

Kate let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Yeah?”

Lucy smiled softly. “Yeah.”

Kate sat in the therapist’s office, her hands resting on her lap. The room was warm and inviting, nothing like the cold, sterile environments she was used to in her line of work. But still, she felt exposed, like she was standing in a spotlight with nowhere to hide.

Dr. Porter, a woman in her mid-forties with kind eyes, sat across from her, holding a notepad. “I appreciate you coming in today, Kate. First sessions are usually just about getting to know each other. No pressure, no expectations.”

Kate nodded stiffly. “Right.”

Dr. Porter studied her. “You’ve been through a lot recently. The accident, recovery, adjusting to new challenges… that’s a lot for anyone to process.”

Kate let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, well. A lot of people are going through the same thing.”

Dr. Porter didn’t flinch at the deflection. “And yet, you’re here.”

Kate swallowed, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her jeans. “Because I don’t want to lose myself in this.” Her voice was quieter now, more uncertain. “I don’t want this to define me.”

Dr. Porter nodded. “That makes sense. But healing isn’t about erasing what happened. It’s about integrating it into your story in a way that doesn’t control you.”

Kate blinked, something about those words hitting deeper than she expected. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Dr. Porter offered a reassuring smile. “Then let’s start small. Tell me about the moment you realized you needed help.”

Kate hesitated, then exhaled. “Lucy.”

Dr. Porter raised an eyebrow. “Lucy?”

Kate nodded, a small smile ghosting her lips. “She never gave up on me. Even when I tried to push her away.” Her expression turned serious. “I want to be strong, for myself, but also for her. And I know I can’t do that if I don’t face this.”

Dr. Porter nodded. “That’s a great place to start.”

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The midday sun cast a warm glow over the NCIS Pearl Harbor headquarters as Kate maneuvered her wheelchair through the bullpen’s doors, a familiar smile playing on her lips. She had promised Lucy she’d drop by for lunch, and the prospect of surprising her girlfriend added a spring to her movements.

As she navigated the bustling corridors, she noticed the new agent, Alan, juggling a stack of files and a steaming coffee mug. His eyes widened when he saw Kate, clearly recognizing her.

"Agent Whistler! I—uh—didn't see you there," Alan stammered, attempting to step aside. In his haste, his foot caught on the edge of the rug, sending him—and his coffee—tumbling forward.

Time seemed to slow as the dark liquid arced through the air, splashing onto Kate's lap. The immediate sensation was startling—a sharp, searing heat spreading across her thighs. Reflexively, she gasped, her hands gripping the armrests of her wheelchair.

"Lucy!" Kate's voice rang out, a mix of surprise and something else—something she hadn't felt in months.

Within moments, the bullpen sprang to life. Lucy was the first to reach Kate, her eyes wide with concern. "Kate! What happened?"

Before Kate could respond, the rest of the team—Jane, Jesse, Kai, and Ernie—crowded the doorway, their faces etched with worry.

"I'm so sorry, Agent Whistler," Alan babbled, his face pale. "I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay, Alan," Kate interrupted, her voice trembling. Tears welled in her eyes, but not from pain. She looked up at Lucy, a shaky smile breaking through. "I felt it."

Lucy blinked, processing the words. "You... you felt it?"

Kate nodded, a tear escaping down her cheek. "The coffee. I felt the burn on my legs."

The room fell silent as the weight of her words settled over them. Then, as one, the team broke into relieved smiles.

"That's incredible!" Jane exclaimed, stepping forward to place a comforting hand on Kate's shoulder.

Ernie grinned. "This calls for a celebration!"

Kai chuckled, nudging Jesse. "Looks like Alan's clumsiness finally did some good."

Alan, still hovering nearby, looked both mortified and hopeful. "I'm really sorry, Agent Whistler. But... I'm glad I could help?"

Kate laughed, a sound filled with genuine joy. "It's okay, Alan. Really."

Lucy knelt beside Kate, taking her hand. "This is amazing, Kate. It's progress."

Kate squeezed Lucy's hand, her heart swelling with hope. "Yeah. It is."

As the team rallied around her, offering words of encouragement and plans for a celebratory lunch, Kate couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events. A simple accident had reignited a spark of sensation in her legs—a sign that healing was happening, even if in the most unforeseen ways.

And surrounded by her NCIS family, Kate felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

The next day, the Hawaiian sun cast a warm glow over the deck as Kate and ASAC Michael Curtis shared lunch. The gentle rustling of palm leaves and the distant crash of waves provided a serene backdrop to their conversation.

"I have to admit," Curtis began, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "when we first met, I never imagined we'd be sharing meals like this."

Kate chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Neither did I. But life has a funny way of bringing people together."

Their relationship had evolved unexpectedly. Initially, their interactions were strictly professional, marked by the occasional clash of opinions. However, the aftermath of Kate's accident had shifted their dynamic. Curtis had been a steady presence during her recovery, offering support in ways she hadn't anticipated.

"How's the recovery going?" Curtis asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

"It's been challenging," Kate admitted, "but I'm making progress. Physical therapy is tough, but I'm starting to see improvements."

Curtis nodded thoughtfully. "You've always been resilient. It's one of the things I respect about you."

Kate smiled, appreciating his words. "Thank you, Michael. That means a lot coming from you."

They continued their meal, discussing everything from recent cases to favorite Hawaiian eateries. The ease of their conversation was a testament to the bond they'd formed—a friendship born out of adversity and mutual respect.

Curtis leaned back in his chair, a contemplative look on his face. "You know, this experience has taught me the value of unexpected friendships. I'm grateful for ours."

Kate reached across the table, placing a hand on his. "So am I, Michael. So am I."

In that moment, amidst the tranquil Hawaiian setting, two colleagues recognized the profound connection they'd forged—a reminder that even in the face of challenges, meaningful relationships can emerge, offering strength and companionship.

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For the last few days, Kate had been keeping a secret.

For weeks, she had been pushing herself harder in physiotherapy, testing her limits in ways she hadn’t before. The day she finally managed to move her legs—just the slightest shift at first—she had broken down in tears. Not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming realization that this fight wasn’t over.

She hadn’t told Lucy.

Not because she didn’t trust her, but because she wanted this to be hers for a little while. A private victory. A goal she could chase without anyone watching, without expectations. Every day, she worked a little harder, and every day, she saw a little more progress. It was exhausting, painful, frustrating—but it was also exhilarating.

And tonight, it was going to be worth it.

Lucy came home to soft candlelight and the scent of something delicious in the air. She stopped in the doorway, blinking in surprise.

"Kate?" she called, stepping inside.

"In the dining room," Kate’s voice came, warm and steady.

Lucy walked in and found Kate sitting at the beautifully set table, a small, knowing smile on her lips. Her blonde hair was tucked behind her ear, and she was wearing the navy-blue dress Lucy loved—the one that made her eyes shine impossibly bright.

Lucy’s heart skipped.

“You—” Lucy started, looking around. “You planned a date night?”

Kate nodded. “I did.”

Lucy smiled, touched beyond words. "This is amazing." She leaned down to kiss Kate, soft and slow. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."

Kate swallowed, nerves coiling in her stomach. She had imagined this moment a hundred times. She had rehearsed it over and over, but now that it was here, her heart pounded so loudly she was sure Lucy could hear it.

She reached for Lucy’s hand and laced their fingers together.

"I did, actually."

And then, before Lucy could ask what she meant, Kate took a deep breath and did something she hadn’t done in months.

She moved her legs.

Slowly, carefully, she pushed herself forward, using the strength she had worked so hard to regain. Her muscles trembled, her breathing hitched—but she did it.

She got down on one knee.

Lucy gasped, stepping back, her hands flying to her mouth. “Kate?”

Kate looked up at the woman she loved more than anything in this world. The woman who had stood by her, even when she had been too stubborn to ask for help. The woman who had made her believe in second chances.

The woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

"Lucy Tara," Kate said, voice thick with emotion. "You have been my anchor in the storm, my reason to keep going. You make me laugh, you challenge me, you love me at my best and my worst. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I will always choose you. Every single day."

Lucy's eyes were filled with tears, her lips trembling.

Kate pulled a small velvet box from her pocket and opened it, revealing a simple yet elegant ring. "Will you marry me?"

Lucy let out a choked laugh, dropping to her knees in front of Kate. "You— you can move your legs—" She cupped Kate’s face in her hands, pressing their foreheads together as tears streamed down her cheeks. "You’ve been keeping this from me?"

Kate let out a breathless laugh. "Surprise?"

Lucy let out a watery laugh, shaking her head. "God, I love you."

Kate grinned. "Is that a yes?"

Lucy kissed her, deep and full of every emotion she couldn’t put into words. When they finally pulled apart, Lucy whispered against her lips,

"Yes. A million times, yes."

Kate let out a shaky breath of relief, wrapping her arms around Lucy as they both laughed and cried.

She had fought so hard to get here

Kate couldn't stop smiling. Even as tears shimmered in Lucy's eyes, even as she wiped them away with the pads of her thumbs, even as Lucy peppered soft kisses against her face like she was afraid this was all a dream—Kate smiled.

Lucy was in her arms, saying yes, saying she loved her, saying she wanted forever. It was more than Kate had ever dared to hope for.

Lucy pulled back slightly, eyes still wide with wonder. “How long?” she asked softly. “How long have you been able to move your legs?”

Kate hesitated. “A few weeks,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure. And I… I wanted to surprise you.”

Lucy exhaled, shaking her head in disbelief. “Kate Whistler, you are so—” She broke off, laughing through her tears. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

Kate chuckled. “You love me for it.”

Lucy let out a long breath before nodding. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I do.”

Kate squeezed Lucy’s hands before gently guiding her back toward the table. “I made dinner,” she said, nodding toward the plates. “Well, I might have had some help from delivery, but I set everything up myself.”

Lucy let out a choked laugh, running a hand through her hair. “Of course, you did.”

They sat together, eating in comfortable silence. Every once in a while, Kate would reach across the table, touching Lucy's hand, tracing the ring now settled on her finger. Like she needed to reassure herself it was real.

Lucy understood the feeling.

She had spent so long feeling like she was stuck in place, like her body had betrayed her, like her life had been thrown off course. But tonight, sitting across from Lucy, sharing food and laughter, she felt… whole again.

And she wasn’t sure she had ever felt this deeply in love.

After dinner, Lucy helped Kate back to the couch, not because Kate needed it, but because Lucy couldn't stop touching her. And Kate didn’t mind in the slightest.

They sat close, bodies naturally leaning into each other. Lucy's fingers traced patterns on Kate's palm, their hands intertwined like they had always belonged that way.

"You're really going to marry me?" Kate murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lucy turned to her, eyes dark and intense. "Yeah," she breathed. "I am."

Kate swallowed, feeling the weight of the moment settle between them. "I love you," she said, the words coming out raw, unguarded. "So much."

Lucy's fingers tightened around hers. "I love you too."

There was something electric in the air, something that had been simmering since the moment Kate got down on one knee. It was a connection that had always been there between them, but now, it felt different. Stronger. More certain.

Lucy shifted, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Kate's ear. "Can I kiss you?" she whispered.

Kate smiled, warmth blooming in her chest. "Always."

Lucy leaned in, capturing Kate’s lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was soft, deep, and filled with promises.

Kate sighed against Lucy’s mouth, melting into her, letting herself be pulled closer.

They moved together, unhurried, rediscovering each other in gentle touches and whispered words.

“Is this okay?” Lucy murmured as her hands roamed down Kate’s back.

Kate nodded, shivering. “Yeah.”

They took their time, relearning every curve, every reaction, every unspoken need. It wasn’t just about desire—it was about trust, about connection, about knowing they had both fought their way back to this moment.

Kate felt everything—Lucy's warmth, her tenderness, the way she held her like she was something precious.

And when they finally collapsed together, tangled in each other, Kate pressed a kiss to Lucy’s temple, smiling against her skin.

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The backyard was alive with the sound of laughter, the scent of grilled food in the air, and the warm glow of string lights overhead. The team had all gathered at Lucy’s house—Jane, her kids, Jesse, Kai, Ernie, and even Curtis, who had grumbled about having better things to do but had still shown up right on time. Unfortunately, Heather and the kids were on the mainland and Kate was disappointed they wouldn't be here for her grand gesture but Lucy reminded her she could show them later, because they were no going back with her progress.

Lucy and Kate had spent the day preparing, wanting everything to be perfect. It wasn’t just a barbecue—it was a celebration. A moment they had been waiting for.

Kate sat in her wheelchair near the grill, watching as Jesse flipped burgers while Kai argued about the right way to cook ribs. Ernie was rambling about some AI-powered grilling technique he had read about, while Jane just rolled her eyes.

Everything felt… right.

Kate caught Lucy’s eye from across the patio, and they shared a knowing look. It was time.

Lucy cleared her throat, tapping her beer bottle against the table. “Alright, listen up, everyone!”

The team quieted down, turning toward them with curiosity.

Kate took a steadying breath, then smiled. “We, uh… we have something to tell you.”

Jesse leaned forward. “Oh god, are you guys moving to the mainland? Because if you are, I’m not crying. I’m just gonna be—”

“Dramatic?” Jane finished, smirking.

Kate shook her head, laughing. “No, we’re not moving. But we are getting married.”

Silence fell for a split second.

Then—

“You’re what?” Kai blurted out.

Jesse nearly dropped the spatula. Ernie gasped so loudly that Jane smacked his arm. Alex and Julie were smiling wildly, happy for their honorary aunts. And Curtis just crossed his arms, nodding as if he had seen this coming from a mile away.

Lucy grinned, holding up her hand so the team could see the ring. “We’re engaged.”

Jane was the first to recover. She broke into a wide smile and moved forward, wrapping them both in a hug. “It’s about damn time.”

That was all it took. The backyard erupted into cheers, congratulations, and a lot of teasing.

Jesse clapped Kate on the back. “You sure you wanna marry this one? She cheats at poker.”

Lucy scoffed. “I do not cheat—”

Ernie wiped his eyes dramatically. “Our little NCIS agent is getting married. I feel like a proud dad.”

Kate chuckled, shaking her head. “ Sure Grandpa.”

Ernie gasp and put his hands to his heart, feigning being hurt by the words.

Curtis cleared his throat. “I hope you know what you’re getting into, Tara.”

Lucy grinned. “Oh, I do.”

The celebration continued, drinks were poured, and everyone settled back into laughter and easy conversation.

But Kate wasn’t done.

She placed her hands on the arms of her wheelchair, inhaling deeply. Lucy, noticing the shift, turned to her with a soft, proud look.

Kate smiled at her.

With slow, measured effort, Kate pushed herself up.

At first, nobody noticed—until Jesse turned and froze mid-sentence.

Then, all at once, the team’s chatter died down.

Kate stood.

And then—one step.

Then another.

Slow, shaky, but steady.

The moment felt suspended in time.

Jane’s mouth fell open, Curtis’ expression softened with pride, and Ernie looked like he was about to faint.

Lucy couldn't stop her emotional reaction even though she had witnessed Kate walking a few times already since their engagement night.

When Kate finally reached her, Lucy let out a choked laugh, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“I still can't get over it—” Lucy’s voice cracked as she kissed Kate’s lips.

The team erupted into cheers and applause.

Jesse whistled. Kai pumped his fist in the air. Ernie wiped at his eyes again, muttering something about allergies.

Jane just shook her head, grinning. “You always have to surprise us, don’t you?”

Kate let out a breathless laugh, overwhelmed by the love surrounding her.

She looked at Lucy, squeezing her hand.

“I’m not the boring DIA officer anymore”

That caused a wave of laughter and cheers..

“You never were boring” smiles Jane, taking a sip of her beer.

“Watch out Boss….she's mine” joked Lucy while putting her arms around Kate's back.

Kate stood on the deck, leaning against the railing, the ocean breeze brushing against her face. Her cane rested beside her, a reminder of how far she had come in the past year. She could walk again. Not perfectly, not without the occasional ache or stumble, but she was moving forward. And now, for the first time in a long time, she was thinking about work.

She heard the sliding door open behind her and turned to see Lucy stepping out, two mugs of coffee in hand.

“Morning,” Lucy greeted, pressing a kiss to Kate’s shoulder before handing her a mug.

Kate hummed in appreciation, taking a sip.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment before Kate spoke. “I’ve been thinking…”

Lucy arched her brow. “That sounds dangerous.”

Kate chuckled, nudging Lucy with her hip. “I’m serious.” She exhaled, setting her mug down. “It’s been a year since the accident. I’ve come a long way, and… I think I’m ready to go back to work.”

Lucy stiffened slightly, and Kate caught it immediately.

“You don’t think I’m ready?” she asked softly.

Lucy sighed, rubbing her face. “It’s not that. I just—” She met Kate’s gaze, vulnerability shining in her dark eyes. “I worry. What if it’s too soon? What if something happens?”

Kate reached for Lucy’s hand, squeezing gently. “I get it. And I won’t rush into anything. But I miss it, Luce. I miss the work, the challenge, the purpose.”

Lucy let out a slow breath before nodding. “Okay. But promise me you’ll ease into it?"

Kate smirked. “I’ll ease into it.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “I’ll take it.”

Later that day, Kate walked into the NCIS bullpen, her cane tapping lightly against the floor. She wasn’t here for work—yet—but she wanted to talk to Jane.

She found her in her office, reading over a case file.

“Got a minute?” Kate asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Jane looked up, a smile forming as she took in the sight of her friend standing—really standing—in front of her. “For you? Always. Come in.”

Kate stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Jane sat back in her chair, gesturing for Kate to go on.

“I’m thinking about going back to work.”

Jane’s expression didn’t change much—thoughtful, assessing. “And?”

“And I wanted your opinion.”

Jane tilted her head. “You don’t need my permission, Kate.”

Kate sighed. “I know. But I respect you, and I know you won’t sugarcoat things.”

Jane leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. “Alright. Honestly? I think you’re capable. But I also think you need to be honest with yourself about what you can handle. Physically and mentally.”

Kate nodded. “I’ve been working hard. I can do this.”

Jane studied her for a long moment before smiling. “Then I have no doubt you will.”

Kate felt something settle in her chest. A quiet reassurance.

The last conversation of the day was with Curtis.

Kate met him for lunch, their usual spot by the marina. Over the past year, their relationship had shifted from boss and subordinate to something more—an unlikely but solid friendship.

He eyed her cane as she sat across from him. “How are you doing with this? ”

Kate smirked. “I'm getting better and better.”

Curtis rolled his eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

Kate took a sip of her iced tea before meeting his gaze. “I want to come back.”

Curtis exhaled, setting his fork down. “I figured this conversation was coming.”

Kate studied him. “And?”

“And I won’t stop you. But I also won’t make it easy. You’ll have to pass evaluations, and I expect you to be honest with me about what you can and can’t do.”

Kate nodded. “That’s fair.”

Curtis took a beat before adding, “And, Whistler?”

“Yeah?”

He gave her a rare, almost-smile. “I’m proud of you.”

Kate blinked, momentarily speechless.

Then, she smiled back. “Thanks, Boss”

She was ready.

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Kate stood in front of the FBI headquarters, gripping her cane as she took a deep breath. Today was the day. She had passed all her evaluations—she wasn’t cleared for the field yet, but she could finally work from the office. It was a start.

Lucy stood beside her, practically vibrating with nerves. “Are you ready for this?”

Kate smirked. “Are YOU ready for this?”

Lucy huffed. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Kate gave her a knowing look. “You’ve been checking my bag ten times, making sure I have everything, reminding me to take breaks, and texting Curtis before we even got here.”

Lucy crossed her arms. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Kate softened, reaching for Lucy’s hand. “I know. And I love you for it. But I got this, Luce.”

Lucy sighed but nodded. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

They walked inside together, and the second Kate stepped into the bullpen, she was met with a round of cheers.

“Whistler’s back!”

A few of her FBI colleagues clapped, some even whistled. Kate felt warmth spread through her chest.

Curtis appeared out of nowhere, arms crossed. “Everyone, calm down. Whistler is here to work, not to be smothered.”

“Right,” Jesse said, grinning as he walked up. “Smothering is our job.”

Kate rolled her eyes as Jesse clapped her on the shoulder—lightly, because he was being overly careful.

Ernie practically bounced over. “I made a new software interface for you. Streamlined all your reports, optimized your database access, and set up a personalized notification system so I can monitor your stress levels.”

Kate blinked. “You—what?”

Lucy shot Ernie a look. “Ernie.”

“What?” Ernie said innocently. “I just want to make sure she’s okay!”

Curtis groaned. “For the love of—can everyone just let Whistler breathe?”

Jane walked in at that moment, crossing her arms as she assessed the chaos. Then she looked at Kate with a smirk. “I see you’re being appropriately welcomed back.”

Kate gave her an exasperated look. “They’re all overprotective mother hens.”

Jane chuckled. “Well, obviously.” Then, she placed a hand on Kate’s arm, her expression softening. “But seriously, it’s good to have you back.”

Kate swallowed the lump in her throat. “It’s good to be back.”

Kai, who had been standing silently in the back, suddenly stepped forward. He didn’t say anything—just nodded at Kate and offered a fist bump.

Kate smirked and bumped her fist against his. “Thanks, Kai.”

Jesse threw an arm around Kai’s shoulder. “He’s been worried about you too, y’know.”

Kai grumbled. “Shut up,.”

Everyone laughed, and Kate couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face.

She was back. And she was home.

Kate sighed as she stepped into Lucy’s house—their house—after her first day back at work . The day had been a lot. Emotional, overwhelming, exhausting… but also fulfilling. She was back where she belonged.
Lucy followed her inside, immediately reaching to take her bag, but Kate held up a hand. “Luce, I can carry my own bag.”
Lucy pouted but backed off. “Fine. But if you so much as wince, I’m taking it.”
Kate chuckled, shaking her head as she made her way to the couch. She lowered herself carefully onto it, stretching her legs out with a small groan. “Okay, I’ll admit it—today was a lot.”
Lucy sat beside her, curling into her side. “I know. You did amazing, though.”
Kate let out a slow breath, tilting her head back against the cushions. “I missed it. The routine, the work… even Curtis hovering like a mother hen.”
Lucy smirked. “He wasn’t the only one.”
Kate laughed, turning her head toward Lucy. “Yeah, I noticed.”
Lucy grinned but then grew serious. “Are you really okay, though? I mean… being back?”
Kate thought about it for a moment. There were still doubts, fears about the future. But today had proven that she could do this. “Yeah,” she said finally. “I am.”
Lucy’s smile was soft, full of pride and love. “Good.”
They sat there for a while, just enjoying the quiet, until Lucy nudged her. “Hungry?”
Kate hummed. “Starving.”
Lucy stood, holding out a hand. “Come on then, let’s make dinner together.”
Kate took her hand, letting Lucy pull her up. And as they walked toward the kitchen, hand in hand, Kate felt something settle inside her.

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Kate had barely stepped into the bullpen when she felt something was off. The usual hum of activity was overshadowed by a tense energy, and her team—her family —was clustered around a single point.

Then she saw her.

Lucy was sitting on the edge of a desk, clutching her arm, wincing as Jane inspected a nasty scrape along her forearm. Jesse and Kai hovered nearby, their usual easygoing attitudes replaced with concern. Ernie stood a little farther back, wringing his hands.

Kate’s heart clenched, and she moved without thinking. “What happened?”

The team turned toward her, parting just enough for her to step closer. Lucy gave her a forced, tight-lipped smile. “It’s nothing, Kate—”

“ Nothing? ” Kate’s voice sharpened, her eyes scanning for any more injuries. “Lucy, you’re bleeding. ”

“It’s just a scrape,” Lucy insisted, but her voice lacked conviction.

Jesse sighed. “She chased down a suspect, took a hard fall on the pavement. Got banged up pretty bad.”

Kate’s pulse spiked. She looked at Jane. “Did she at least get checked by medical?”

“She refused,” Jane admitted, crossing her arms and giving Lucy a pointed look.

Kate’s jaw clenched. “Of course she did.” She turned to Lucy. “Break room. Now.”

Lucy sighed. “Kate, come on—”

“Now, Lucy.”

Silence stretched between them before Lucy huffed and pushed off the desk, leading the way. Kate followed, ignoring the weight of everyone’s stares.

The moment the door closed behind them, Kate turned to Lucy, arms crossed. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Kate, I’m fine. ”

“ That’s not the point! ” Kate snapped, frustration and worry bubbling over. “You got hurt, and you didn’t even bother getting checked out?”

Lucy’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Kate exhaled sharply, trying to rein in her emotions. “Lucy, you scared me.”

Lucy looked away. “You’ve been through worse,” she muttered.

Kate blinked, taken aback. “What?”

Lucy’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “You almost died , Kate. You were in a hospital bed for months . You lost the ability to walk. And now you’re finally okay, and I just… I don’t want to be the reason you worry again.” Her voice cracked, and when she lifted her gaze to Kate’s, her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

Kate’s anger faded in an instant, replaced by a gut-wrenching realization. Lucy wasn’t just being reckless—she was traumatized .

“Oh, Lucy…”

Lucy sniffed, rubbing at her eyes. “I can’t stand the thought of you going through more stress because of me. You almost lost everything, Kate. I didn’t want to add to it.”

Kate took a slow step closer, softening her voice. “But, Luce… I did lose something that day. You. ”

Lucy’s breath hitched.

“I lost you for a while,” Kate continued gently. “Not because you left, but because you were too scared to talk about what happened. And I get it. I do . But bottling it up isn’t the answer.”

Lucy let out a shuddering breath, her shoulders trembling. “I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.”

Kate reached out, cupping Lucy’s cheek. “Maybe you don’t have to figure it out alone.”

Lucy looked at her, confused.

Kate hesitated, then said softly, “Therapy helped me. Maybe it can help you, too.”

Lucy’s lips parted, but no words came out. Tears finally spilled over, and Kate didn’t hesitate to pull her into a hug.

“You don’t have to carry this by yourself,” Kate murmured, holding her close.

For a long moment, Lucy just clung to her, silent sobs shaking her frame. Kate held her, stroking her back, pressing her lips to Lucy’s hair.

Finally, Lucy whispered, “Okay.”

Kate pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “Yeah?”

Lucy nodded. “Yeah. I’ll try.”

Kate smiled, brushing a tear from Lucy’s cheek. “That’s all I ask.”

Lucy exhaled shakily, resting her forehead against Kate’s. “I love you.”

Kate kissed her gently. “I love you too.”

And as they stood there, holding onto each other, Kate knew they were going to be okay— together.

Lucy sat on the couch, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, shoulders tense. The room was warm and inviting—soft lighting, a few plants, a shelf lined with books—but she still felt like she was being put under a microscope.

Her therapist, Dr. Mahea, was patient. She sat across from her, hands resting lightly in her lap, waiting.

Lucy swallowed, glancing at the clock. Three minutes in, and she hadn’t said a word.

Dr. Mahea finally spoke, her voice calm. “Lucy, I know this is hard. You don’t have to force yourself to talk about anything you’re not ready for. We can start slow.”

Lucy exhaled sharply. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Wherever feels right.”

Lucy hesitated, then muttered, “Kate thinks I should be here.”

Dr. Mahea nodded. “Why do you think you’re here?”

Lucy sighed, leaning forward, elbows on her knees. “Because I keep pushing things down. Ignoring them. Pretending I’m fine when I’m not.” She huffed out a humorless laugh. “And apparently, that’s not working out too well.”

Dr. Mahea smiled gently. “Ignoring pain doesn’t make it disappear. Sometimes, it just buries it deeper.”

Lucy looked down, her fingers picking at a thread on her jeans. “I thought I was okay,” she admitted. “Kate was the one who got hurt. She was the one who had to fight to walk again, to get her life back. I told myself I had no right to struggle because I wasn’t the one in that hospital bed.”

“But you were affected,” Dr. Mahea said softly. “You love her.”

Lucy blinked against the sudden sting of tears. “Yeah.” Her voice was small. “I do.”

She took a shaky breath. “When Kate had her accident… I thought I was going to lose her. And for a while, I did lose her. Not just physically, but… I lost the way she used to be, the way we were. She was hurting, and I didn’t know how to help.”

Dr. Mahea tilted her head. “And you think that’s why you’ve been holding back?”

Lucy bit her lip. “I think… I’m scared that if I let myself feel all of it, I won’t be able to stop. That if I break, I won’t know how to put myself back together.”

Dr. Mahea nodded. “That’s a very real fear. But, Lucy… breaking doesn’t mean you’re weak. It just means you’ve been carrying too much alone.”

Lucy swallowed hard, her throat tight. “Yeah.”

A long pause settled between them before Dr. Mahea spoke again. “You mentioned losing Kate. Were you talking about the accident… or something else?”

Lucy flinched.

Dr. Mahea noticed. “It’s okay,” she said gently. “Take your time.”

Lucy let out a slow, unsteady breath. “We broke up before the accident,” she said quietly. “And, honestly… I thought we were done for good.”

Dr. Mahea waited, letting Lucy continue at her own pace.

Lucy’s fingers tightened in her lap. “There was this woman. Cara.” She laughed bitterly. “God, I hate her.”

Dr. Mahea’s voice was neutral. “Who was she?”

Lucy exhaled. “Kate’s… whatever she was in D.C. Before she moved here. I don’t even know what to call her. They were seeing each other, but Kate swore they were broken up by the time we got together.”

“But you didn’t believe her?”

Lucy shook her head. “No, I did. I do . It’s just—” She clenched her jaw. “She never officially ended things with Cara. She just… stopped seeing her. But she never told her it was over. And for a while, she still answered her texts. Nothing romantic, nothing bad, but she never said they were done.”

Dr. Mahea frowned. “So Cara thought they were still together?”

Lucy let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. And I didn’t know. Not until Cara showed up. I knocked on her door, and bam , suddenly, I’m meeting Kate’s secret girlfriend who had no idea I existed.”

Dr. Mahea studied her. “How did that make you feel?”

Lucy’s throat tightened. She gritted her teeth, shaking her head. “Like I was the other woman.”

Dr. Mahea didn’t react, letting Lucy sit with the words.

Lucy exhaled, her voice hoarse. “I thought she was lying to me. That I was just some fun little thing on the side. And even when she tried to explain, I just—I couldn’t get past it. I was so hurt , and I didn’t know how to forgive her.”

Dr. Mahea leaned forward slightly. “Do you still believe she meant to hurt you?”

Lucy opened her mouth—then hesitated.

She thought about Kate. About the way she had been so genuinely confused when Cara had confronted her. How devastated she had looked when Lucy walked away that night.

She closed her eyes. “No,” she admitted. “She didn’t.”

Dr. Mahea nodded. “What do you think happened, then?”

Lucy let out a slow breath. “I think… she was scared. She thought she and Cara were over, but she was afraid of confrontation, of hurting someone she used to care about. So she avoided it. And it came back to bite her.”

Dr. Mahea hummed. “It sounds like you’re starting to see her actions for what they were—not malice, but fear.”

Lucy nodded, throat tight.

Dr. Mahea offered a small smile. “And now?”

Lucy let out a breath. “Now… we’re good. Really good. She loves me. I know that.” She swallowed hard. “But I think a part of me never really dealt with all of it. And maybe that’s why I push things down. Why I try to pretend I’m fine.”

Dr. Mahea smiled warmly. “You’re starting to do the work now, Lucy. That’s what matters.”

Lucy looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers. “It’s hard.”

Dr. Mahea nodded. “Healing always is. But you don’t have to do it alone.”

Lucy inhaled slowly, then exhaled. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I guess I don’t.”

Lucy sat in silence for a moment, absorbing everything. It was strange—how just saying things out loud, acknowledging them, made them feel real in a way they hadn’t before.

Dr. Mahea let the quiet settle, never rushing her. When Lucy finally looked up, the older woman gave her a kind smile. “How do you feel right now?”

Lucy considered it. “Raw,” she admitted. “But… lighter, too.”

Dr. Mahea nodded approvingly. “That’s progress.”

Lucy scoffed, but it wasn’t mean-spirited. “Feels like I just got hit by a truck.”

Dr. Mahea chuckled softly. “Emotional work can feel that way sometimes. But you faced some big things today, Lucy. That takes strength.”

Lucy’s lips twitched. “Kate would probably say I’m too stubborn to do anything else.”

Dr. Mahea’s smile widened. “That stubbornness is part of what makes you a great agent. But healing isn’t about pushing through —it’s about learning when to pause, when to let yourself feel .”

Lucy exhaled. “Yeah… I’m starting to get that.”

Dr. Mahea glanced at the clock. “Before we wrap up, I want to ask—what’s one thing you want to take from today?”

Lucy thought about it. “That… it’s okay to still be processing things,” she said finally. “I don’t have to pretend I have it all together.”

Dr. Mahea nodded approvingly. “That’s a great start.”

Lucy shifted in her seat, hesitant. “And… I think I need to talk to Kate about some of this. Not just about the accident, but—everything.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Dr. Mahea agreed. “Honest communication is what builds strong foundations. And from everything you’ve said, it sounds like you and Kate have something worth strengthening.”

Lucy’s throat tightened, but this time, it wasn’t with fear. It was with certainty.

She smiled, small but real. “Yeah,” she said. “We do.”

That evening, Lucy sat on the couch,waiting for Kate. Kate was in the kitchen, humming softly as she put away dishes, completely unaware of the storm of emotions in Lucy’s chest.

Lucy took a breath. “Hey, babe?”

Kate turned, brow raised. “Yeah?”

Lucy hesitated—then she patted the spot next to her. “Can we talk?”

Kate’s expression shifted immediately, worry flashing across her face as she walked over. “Of course.” She sat beside Lucy, searching her face. “What’s wrong?”

Lucy exhaled. “Nothing’s wrong , exactly. I just… I had my therapy session today.”

Kate nodded, patient as ever. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Lucy chewed on her lip. “Yeah,” she said, voice quieter. “I think I do.”

Kate didn’t hesitate—she reached for Lucy’s hand, squeezing gently. “Okay,” she said, warm and steady. “I’m listening.”

And for the first time in a long time, Lucy let herself open up.

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Lucy took a slow breath, trying to steady herself. Kate was here, present, her hand warm in hers. It was safe. She was safe.
“I didn’t realize how much I was still carrying,” Lucy admitted. “Not just the accident—your accident—but everything that came before. How we broke up, how things ended before that.” She looked down at their joined hands, then back up at Kate’s eyes. “I think a part of me was still hurt. And I didn’t even know it.”
Kate’s grip tightened, her expression unreadable but intent. “Because of Cara?”
Lucy swallowed. “Yeah. I know now you didn’t mean to hurt me, that you genuinely thought she understood you two were over, but back then? I didn’t see it that way. It felt like… like I was always waiting for you to pick me. Like I was always second.”
Kate flinched, and Lucy immediately felt a pang of guilt. “Kate—”
“No, it’s okay,” Kate said, voice thick with emotion. “I—I never wanted you to feel that way. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was selfish. I should’ve made it clear to her, to everyone. And I should’ve realized how that must’ve looked to you.” She exhaled shakily. “I hate that I hurt you.”
Lucy gave her a small, sad smile. “I know you didn’t mean to. But I didn’t know how to deal with it then. And instead of talking to you about it, I let it fester. So when Medina happened, and I was already scared out of my mind, I lashed out. I said things I didn’t mean.”
Kate’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “Like telling me you didn’t love me anymore.”
Lucy closed her eyes for a second, the memory still sharp. “I lied,” she whispered. “I was angry and hurt and I wanted to hurt you back. But the truth was, I loved you so much it scared me.” She opened her eyes again, letting Kate see the raw honesty there. “And I never stopped.”
Kate sucked in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly. “Lucy…”
Lucy cupped Kate’s face, her thumb brushing against her cheek. “I don’t want to keep carrying this weight,” she said softly. “And I don’t want you to either. We’ve been through hell, but we found our way back to each other. And I don’t want to spend another second pretending I don’t need you.”
Kate exhaled shakily, leaning into Lucy’s touch. “I need you too,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Lucy smiled, a little teary, and pressed a soft kiss to Kate’s forehead. “Then let’s stop punishing ourselves for the past. Let’s just… be here. Together.”
Kate nodded, her own tears slipping free. “Together.”
And with that, the weight they’d both been carrying for far too long finally began to lift.

Lucy paced in front of the jewelry store, arms crossed, her nerves getting the best of her. “This is a terrible idea. I should do this alone.”
Ernie, standing beside her, beamed. “Nonsense! You need moral support. And, let’s be honest, I have impeccable taste.”
Lucy shot him a skeptical look. “You wear Star Wars cufflinks to formal events.”
“Exactly. Impeccable taste.”
Lucy rolled her eyes but let him drag her inside. They spent a solid twenty minutes debating ring styles before Lucy found the one. A stunning, classic yet elegant ring that screamed Kate. Just as she was about to finalize the purchase, Ernie’s phone buzzed.
“Uh-oh,” he muttered.
Lucy frowned. “What?”
“I may have… accidentally texted Jesse about this.”
Lucy paled. “Ernie!”
“I thought I was texting my barber! They both start with ‘J’!”
Before Lucy could properly threaten him, the store door jingled, and in walked Jesse and Kai, both looking way too excited.
“We heard you need help picking out a ring!” Jesse grinned.
Lucy sighed. “I don’t, actually—”
Kai cut her off. “Too late, we’re here now. Let’s do this.”
Lucy groaned, but it was already too late. What should’ve been a simple purchase turned into an all-out debate over metal types, diamond cuts, and whether or not Kate would appreciate a tiny hidden engraving inside the band (Ernie was very passionate about this idea).
Finally, they landed on the original ring Lucy picked (of course), and she was just about to pay when chaos struck.
A woman at the counter next to them suddenly gasped. “That’s my ring!” she shrieked, pointing at the exact one in Lucy’s hand.
“What?” Lucy blinked. “No, I just picked this out—”
“I had it on hold! Someone stole it!” the woman accused.
Lucy, Ernie, Jesse, and Kai all looked at each other in panic.
“Wait, wait,” Ernie held up his hands. “Let’s not jump to conclusions here.”
Security, however, did jump to conclusions. Within minutes, the four of them were being escorted out by mall cops, the misunderstanding escalating way too quickly.
Jesse sighed. “I can’t believe we’re going to jail over a ring.”
Kai grumbled. “Lucy, next time, just go shopping alone.”
Lucy groaned. “Trust me, I will.”

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Jane Tennant walked into the precinct, looking like she was barely holding in her laughter. “Let me get this straight,” she said, arms crossed. “Lucy dragged Ernie into helping her buy an engagement ring. Ernie couldn’t keep his mouth shut and told Jesse, who told Kai. Then all four of you got arrested because of a misunderstanding ?”

Lucy buried her face in her hands.

Ernie cleared his throat. “In our defense… the security guards were very aggressive.”

Jane smirked. “In their defense, you did yell, ‘It’s not what it looks like!’”

Jesse sighed. “That never helps.”

Jane pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re all lucky I like you. And that the actual thief got caught five minutes ago.” She handed the officer her ID. “They’re with me.”

Minutes later, as they walked out, Lucy turned to the group. “Thanks to y’all, I've been arrested for the first time…so let's not do that again.”

Kai grinned. “You get used to it”

Jesse smirked. “You’ve been arrested more than once?”

Ernie chuckled. “Do tell, pretty boy”

Kai groaned. “I hate you all.”

Jane just laughed. “Congratulations in advance, Lucy. And next time? Maybe don’t bring the chaos brigade shopping.”

Lucy had been holding onto the ring for days, waiting for the right moment. But every time she thought about proposing, she hesitated. Not because she wasn’t sure—she was so sure—but because Kate deserved the perfect moment.

Except now, standing in their home, watching Kate curl up on the couch with a book, hair tucked behind her ear, wearing one of Lucy’s sweatshirts, Lucy realized— this was the perfect moment.

She took a deep breath and walked over, sliding onto the couch beside Kate. “Hey.”

Kate hummed, not looking up. “Hey, babe.”

Lucy smiled, then reached for Kate’s hand, threading their fingers together. “So… I need to tell you something.”

Kate finally glanced up, raising an eyebrow at Lucy’s serious expression. “Okay?”

Lucy took another breath. “The other day, when I went out with Ernie… it wasn’t just for fun. I was buying your ring.”

Kate blinked, confused. “My—” Her eyes widened. “ Oh .”

Lucy chuckled nervously. “Yeah. And, uh… well, there was a bit of a situation.”

Kate narrowed her eyes. “What kind of situation?”

Lucy winced. “I may have roped Ernie into helping me pick the ring. But then he may have accidentally told Jesse. And then Jesse may have told Kai. And then all four of us may have gone to pick it out together.”

Kate gave her an amused look. “I feel like you’re leaving out something important.”

Lucy let out a nervous laugh. “We, uh… we kind of got arrested.”

Kate’s jaw dropped. “ You what? ”

Lucy groaned, covering her face. “It was a huge misunderstanding! Some lady thought we stole her ring, mall security got involved, and… well, Jane had to bail us out.”

Kate stared at her for a long moment before bursting out laughing.

Lucy’s face turned red. “I’m so glad you find my suffering funny.”

Kate was dying , clutching her stomach. “You—got arrested—for buying me a ring? And Jane had to bail you out?”

Lucy huffed. “Yes, and she’ll never let me live it down.”

Kate wiped at her eyes, still laughing. “Oh my God, I love you.”

Lucy’s heart swelled, and she squeezed Kate’s hand. “Good. Because I love you, too.”

Kate’s laughter softened into something more tender as Lucy shifted, pulling the ring box from her pocket.

“I was waiting for the perfect moment,” Lucy admitted, “but I realized… every moment with you is perfect.” She flipped the box open, revealing the ring. “Kate Whistler, will you marry me?”

Kate’s breath caught. Her eyes flickered from the ring to Lucy’s face, full of so much love it made her chest ache.

Then, she smiled. “Of course, I will.”

Lucy barely had time to slip the ring onto Kate’s finger before Kate was pulling her in for a kiss, laughing against her lips.

When they finally pulled apart, Kate smirked. “So… I can't believe you guys got arrested…I Turn my head for a few seconds…”

Lucy groaned. “Oh, God. It was pure chaos”

Kate grinned, holding up her hand to admire the ring. “Still…this is hilarious .”

Lucy rolled her eyes, but her smile never faded. Because at the end of the day, Kate was hers. Arrested or not, that was all that mattered.

Kate wasn’t supposed to stop by NCIS headquarters that day, but after hearing Lucy’s ridiculous engagement ring story, how could she not ?

So, here she was, walking into the bullpen, leaning slightly on her cane but radiating confidence. She had a smirk ready to go, knowing exactly what she was about to do.

The moment she stepped in, the room quieted just enough for Jesse, Kai, and Ernie to notice her.

“Oh no,” Jesse muttered, immediately sensing trouble.

Kai frowned. “What?”

Ernie, already looking guilty, groaned. “She knows.”

Kate grinned. “Oh, I definitely know.” She perched herself on the edge of Jesse’s desk, looking between them. “So, let me get this straight. My fiancée —” she let the word linger, watching their reactions “—roped you all into helping her pick a ring, then you managed to get yourselves arrested , then you had to call Jane to bail you out?”

Jesse sighed heavily. “You make it sound worse than it actually was.”

Kai scoffed. “No, that’s exactly what happened.”

Ernie threw his hands up. “In my defense, I was only there for ring selection! I had no part in the arrest part!”

Kate gave him a deadpan look. “You were in jail , Ernie.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. “…Fine, minor detail.”

Jesse groaned. “We’re never living this down, are we?”

“Not a chance.” Kate beamed. “I mean, Lucy did propose beautifully afterward, but I love knowing you all got booked over a misunderstanding about a ring .”

Kai crossed his arms. “It wasn’t our fault.”

Kate smirked. “Tell that to Jane. Oh wait—you can’t , because she has all the power here.”

As if on cue, Jane’s voice rang out from her office doorway. “That’s SAC Tennant to you criminals.”

Jesse groaned into his hands. “I hate my life.”

Kate laughed, standing up. “Just wanted to stop by and say thanks for taking care of my fiancée. Even if you’re all horrible at crime.”

Jane clapped her hands together. “Alright, enough clowning around. Some of us still have jobs to do.”

Kate chuckled, leaning up to kiss Lucy on the cheek. “I’ll see you at home, fiancée.”

Lucy smiled. “See you at home, fiancée.”

As Kate walked out, Jesse muttered, “We really are never living this down.”

Ernie sighed. “Nope. Never.”

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Kate sat at the small lunch table with Jane, trying her best to focus on the conversation and not the swirling nerves in her stomach. They’d decided on a quiet lunch before heading out to look at wedding dresses, but the prospect of trying on dresses made Kate feel uneasy. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her napkin, and every now and then, her gaze would drift down to her legs, hidden beneath the table.

Jane was chatting animatedly about the latest case when she noticed the way Kate seemed to be pulling into herself.

“You okay?” Jane asked gently, her eyes narrowing with concern.

Kate offered a small smile, not quite reaching her eyes. “Yeah, just thinking... about the dresses.”

Jane tilted her head slightly. “What about them?”

Kate’s smile faltered. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much, but it did. She shrugged, her voice quieter now. “I don’t know. I just feel... self-conscious. My legs—” She stopped herself, not wanting to go into it. The scars, the reminder of everything she’d gone through, had become a part of her, but she still wasn’t used to them.

Jane’s expression softened. “Kate, you’re beautiful. No matter what.” She reached across the table, taking Kate’s hand in her own. “Your scars tell a story. They’re part of you, but they don’t define you. You’re not broken.”

Kate swallowed, feeling the weight of Jane’s words settle in her chest. “I don’t feel beautiful, Jane. Not like this. I know I’m not the same person I was before the accident.”

Jane squeezed her hand, her voice firm but gentle. “You are the same person. You’re just… more. More than you were before, Kate. You’ve fought through things I can’t even imagine, and you’re still here, standing. You’re going to look stunning in whatever dress you pick.”

Kate looked at Jane for a long moment, her heart swelling with affection. She appreciated the support, but the doubt still lingered in the back of her mind.

“I just... I wish I could look at myself the way you do,” Kate admitted quietly.

Jane smiled softly, leaning closer. “One day, you will. But today, let’s just go have fun. Let’s find you a dress that makes you feel amazing. I’ll be right there with you, every step of the way.”

Kate nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. “Okay. Let’s do this. But I’m telling you now, no pink.”

Jane chuckled. “No pink. I promise.”

They finished their lunch, and as they left the restaurant, Kate felt a little lighter. It wasn’t going to be easy, but with Jane beside her, she could face it. And maybe, just maybe, she’d find a dress that would make her feel like herself again.

The bridal boutique was quiet when they arrived, the soft chime of the doorbell ringing as they stepped inside. The room smelled of fresh flowers and delicate lace, the walls lined with sparkling dresses in every shape and style imaginable. Kate couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed, her nerves creeping back in. She glanced at Jane, who was beaming with excitement.

“You ready?” Jane asked, her voice gentle but filled with anticipation.

Kate smiled, a little nervous but mostly excited. “Let’s do this.”

The consultant greeted them warmly and led Kate to a fitting room, where several dresses were already waiting for her. She stepped behind the screen and began to undress, the weight of the fabric in her hands comforting in its own way. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed this kind of dress shopping, despite how much her body had changed over the past year. She kept her focus on the task at hand, determined not to let her insecurities take over.

The first dress was a beautiful flowing gown with a fitted bodice and soft chiffon skirt. Kate took a deep breath as she stepped out from behind the screen. She was expecting to see a reflection of herself in the mirror, but instead, she was met with a new version of Kate—one who had learned to fight through pain and fear, to keep moving forward no matter the odds.

Jane’s face lit up as she saw Kate in the dress. “You look amazing ,” she said, her voice filled with awe.

Kate hesitated, studying her reflection. She could see the scars now, more apparent than before. She wanted to pull away, but Jane was already by her side, her hand on her arm, steady and warm.

“You don’t have to hide from them, Kate,” Jane said softly. “They’re part of your strength.”

Kate nodded, taking in Jane’s words. Slowly, she relaxed her posture, letting herself stand taller, her heart swelling with affection for the woman who had always seen her, all of her—scars and all.

The consultant was quick to offer another dress, and they repeated the process. Each one was beautiful in its own right, but nothing felt right until the last dress—an elegant, simple A-line gown with a lace bodice and delicate beading along the neckline. As soon as Kate slipped it on, she knew it was the one.

She stepped out from behind the screen, her breath catching in her throat. The dress fit her perfectly, the light fabric cascading over her body with just the right amount of movement. She looked at herself in the mirror, no longer seeing the scars as a flaw but as part of her journey, a testament to her resilience.

Jane’s eyes filled with tears as she took in Kate’s appearance. “You look... I can’t even put it into words. You’re perfect.”

Kate’s lips trembled, and she turned to Jane, her voice thick with emotion. “Do you think it’s... too much?”

Jane shook her head, stepping closer to Kate. “No. It’s you . You’re beautiful, Kate. And this dress—it’s everything.”

Kate smiled softly, the doubt that had clouded her mind slowly beginning to lift. She looked at herself one more time, this time seeing the woman she was becoming—a woman who had overcome so much, who had loved and been loved, who was ready to step into this next chapter with Lucy by her side.

“Okay,” Kate whispered, her smile brightening. “I think this is the one.”

Jane laughed, a tear slipping down her cheek. “I think so too.”

The consultant clapped her hands together, clearly thrilled. “I’ll get the paperwork started. You’ve found your dress!”

Kate turned to Jane, her heart full. “Thank you. For everything.”

Jane wrapped her arms around Kate, holding her tight. “You don’t have to thank me, Kate. I’m just so proud of you. This is your moment.”

Kate closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of her best friend’s embrace. This was just the beginning of something beautiful.

Lucy was standing in front of the mirror, staring at the array of clothing options hanging in front of her. On one side was a stunning, sleek wedding dress with delicate embroidery and a full skirt that would make anyone feel like royalty. On the other side, there was a sharp, well-tailored tuxedo, perfect for someone who wanted to make a bold statement and embrace a more modern approach to the wedding.

She was torn. Her fingers nervously drummed against the fabric, her mind whirling as she tried to decide. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what she wanted; it was just... which version of herself did she want to present? The bride who fit the traditional mold or the one who made her own rules?

Jesse, Ernie, and Kai were waiting for her outside the fitting room, each of them trying on their own outfits, though Lucy wasn’t quite sure what they were all doing. Ernie had picked an entire Hawaiian shirt ensemble for himself, Jesse had already tried on three different combinations of suspenders, and Kai was just standing there, looking perplexed, holding a ridiculously oversized bow tie in his hand.

“So, what do you think?” Lucy called out, trying to make up her mind.

Ernie stuck his head into the fitting room, giving her a thumbs-up. “I think you’d look great in either, but... I’m gonna be honest, you’d rock that tux.”

Jesse, meanwhile, was tugging at his suspenders, trying to adjust them with dramatic flair. “No, no, no, you gotta go with the dress. You’re like... the wedding dress kind of bride.”

Kai, who had been pacing, looked up from the bow tie disaster. “Both options are... interesting.” His face looked like a man trying to find the best way to describe a salad that had too much dressing.

Lucy sighed, glancing between the two choices again. This was more complicated than she had thought. “Ugh, I can’t choose! What if I make the wrong decision?”

“That’s why we’re here!” Jesse grinned. “We’ll help you figure this out. Just... try one on and we’ll see.”

The pressure was mounting. With a glance at all the clothes scattered around, Lucy realized she was quickly losing control of the situation. The guys were not making this easier; in fact, they were only adding to the chaos. Ernie was now holding up a neon green tie next to the tuxedo, Kai was trying to model a white fedora, and Jesse had found an inflatable parrot that he was pretending to wear as a hat.

“I need backup,” Lucy muttered, stepping out of the fitting room and grabbing her phone. “Jane... help .”

A short while later, Jane appeared in the boutique, looking absolutely ready for this madness. She raised an eyebrow as she saw Ernie in his Hawaiian shirt, Kai in a bow tie nightmare, and Jesse trying to balance suspenders while holding a dozen different ties in his hands.

“This is... quite the spectacle,” Jane said, crossing her arms and smirking at the scene before her.

“Tell me about it,” Lucy groaned, gesturing to the chaos. “I can’t make a decision! They’re all trying to convince me to pick something different, and I’m completely lost.”

Jane winked, walking over to Lucy. “Well, if anyone’s gonna help you figure this out, it’s me.” She looked over at the guys, who all had varying expressions of excitement and panic. “Okay, let's make a deal: I’ll help you pick, but we’re doing this my way.”

“Deal,” Lucy said gratefully, sighing in relief.

Jane guided Lucy to the fitting room, leaving the guys to bicker among themselves. Once inside, she eyed the dress and tuxedo, carefully inspecting both options. “Okay, Lucy,” Jane said with a small smile. “Let’s start with the dress.”

Lucy stepped into the gown, unsure of how she’d feel in it. But when she emerged, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and saw Jane’s face light up.

“Wow. You look stunning, Luce.” Jane’s eyes softened with admiration.

Lucy smiled, but a part of her hesitated. “I feel... kind of like I’m playing dress-up, you know? It’s beautiful, but I’m not sure if it’s me .”

Jane took a step closer, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind Lucy’s ear. “You don’t have to be anyone but yourself. It’s your wedding day, and I know Kate is going to see you, all of you, and think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter what you wear.”

That was the reassurance Lucy needed. She could feel her nerves starting to calm down, the pressure easing. “Okay... let’s try the tuxedo.”

When Lucy emerged in the tuxedo, it was a complete game-changer. The sharp lines and tailored fit transformed her, and for the first time that day, she felt like she was making the decision that was right for her.

“I love it,” Jane said immediately, her grin wide. “This is so you. Kate’s going to be blown away.”

Lucy twirled in the mirror, her smile growing as she saw herself in a new light. “I think I’m finally starting to get it. This is me. Not the traditional bride, not the one who follows the rules. Just me.”

Jane’s expression softened, and she placed a hand on Lucy’s shoulder. “And that’s exactly why we love you. You’re not afraid to be yourself.”

They spent a little while longer, deciding on a few minor details, but when Lucy finally stood tall, looking at herself in the tuxedo, she knew this was the perfect choice.

Back outside, the guys had gathered around again. They were all waiting with wide eyes, eager to hear the verdict. Lucy emerged from the fitting room, a wide grin on her face.

“I’ve made my choice,” she announced, grinning.

The guys all cheered, and Lucy couldn't help but laugh at the sheer relief washing over her.

“Thanks for helping me out,” she said to the group, feeling grateful, even as Jane gave the guys a wink.

“Well,” Jane said, “Now let’s get this over with before the guys start planning their wedding outfits next.”

And with that, they all left the store, the chaos of the day having somehow made it all the more memorable.

As the group was heading out of the store, a new thought struck Lucy. She paused, turning to face the guys who were happily talking about their wedding “outfits.”

“Hold up!” Lucy raised her hand, signaling for everyone to stop. “I need to put a veto on something.”

The guys all froze, their eyes wide, and their expressions turned to one of concern, as if they feared they were in trouble. Jesse had a suspenders-and-vest combo that was a little too flashy, Ernie still had his Hawaiian shirt ensemble in mind, and Kai was on his third bow tie try.

Lucy glanced at them, arms crossed. “Guys... no. Just no.”

They all looked at each other, confused.

“You’re not wearing those for my wedding,” Lucy said, a firm but playful smile on her face. “I love you all, but none of you are going to look like you’re attending a circus, a karaoke bar, or a 90s prom. Sorry, not sorry.”

Ernie’s eyes widened dramatically. “Wait, I thought the Hawaiian shirt was a good idea! It’s colorful! It’s fun!”

Lucy shook her head, biting her lip to hide her smile. “It’s... something all right. But not for my wedding.”

“And I was going to wear this awesome green bow tie,” Kai added, holding it up like it was a prized possession. “I was gonna make a statement!”

“A statement? Yeah, no. Not in this lifetime,” Lucy replied with a smirk. “Classic tuxedos. All of you. I’m not going to have my groomsmen look like they’re about to start an impromptu dance number in a stripclub ”

The guys’ faces fell, though there was a hint of amusement in their eyes. Jesse shrugged. “Alright, alright. I get it. No Hawaiian shirts, no... neon green bow ties. But... classic tuxedos? You sure?”

“Yes,” Lucy said, nodding with absolute certainty. “You’re all handsome, and I want you to look as sharp as you are on my wedding day. So, I’m choosing for you. Tuxedos. No exceptions.”

Jesse, who’d been holding up the inflatable parrot as a potential accessory, let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine. But I’m still going to argue about the tie situation.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, but she was secretly relieved. This part of the wedding planning was more fun than she expected. She had no doubt Kate would love the classic look, and she was happy to have her friends looking their best.

“Good,” Lucy said with a grin. “Now, let’s head home before you guys start planning your shoes or something.”

Ernie, Jesse, and Kai exchanged glances, but they could see the love and care behind Lucy’s decision. And as they walked out of the store together, they all secretly agreed that the classic tuxedo look was indeed the best choice—for Lucy, for Kate, and for themselves.

As they left the boutique, Jesse and Ernie’s earlier banter turned into quiet teasing about the upcoming wedding, but the matter of their clothes was settled. Classic tuxedos, it was. Lucy had spoken.

As Kate and Lucy sat at the kitchen table, papers and notebooks scattered around them, they were deep in the details of the wedding—flower arrangements, music playlists, venue seating, and guest lists. Kate was still beaming as she wrote down ideas for the ceremony, while Lucy was juggling her own list of things to do.

The conversation was light, filled with the usual banter and excitement about the big day. But then, as Lucy flipped through a family photo album to find an example for the wedding invitations, she paused. She hadn't realized it until now, but there were no pictures of Kate's family. No smiling parents or siblings in the background of any of the photos—just a few old friends and work colleagues scattered here and there.

Lucy hesitated for a moment before speaking up, her voice gentle. “Hey, Kate... I’ve been meaning to ask...”

Kate looked up from the list of wedding readings she was working on, sensing the change in Lucy’s tone. “Hmm?”

“Who’s going to walk you down the aisle?” Lucy asked, her words soft but with an underlying concern. “I mean... you don’t really have anyone, do you?”

Kate froze, her hand pausing mid-motion as she turned to look at Lucy. For a split second, there was a flicker of something sad in her eyes, but she quickly pushed it away. She’d never been the type to dwell on things like this. She was used to being on her own, the way it had been for so long. But hearing Lucy’s words, it hit her harder than she expected.

“...No,” Kate said quietly, the words feeling heavier than she intended. She took a deep breath before continuing, her voice low and steady, as if she was trying to keep the pain in check. “I don’t have anyone left.”

Lucy felt her heart tighten, and for a moment, everything else in the room seemed to fade. She had known about Kate’s past—vague memories of her family, the few mentions Kate had made of them—but hearing it all laid out like this, it hit her in a way that was completely different.

“Kate...” Lucy whispered, reaching across the table to gently touch her hand. “I didn’t... I didn’t realize... I mean, I knew about your brother, but...” She trailed off, her eyes searching Kate’s face, trying to understand the full weight of it all.

Kate gave a small nod, her expression unreadable. “My dad died when I was just a baby. I never knew him. My mom... she was always there for me, but she got sick a few years after Noah... after everything with the bombing. She passed away a few years later. So it’s just been me, really. I’ve gotten used to it.”

Lucy felt the sting of Kate’s words as they hung in the air. She squeezed Kate’s hand, her heart aching for the woman she loved. Kate had lost so much—too much—and Lucy felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for her.

“I’m so sorry,” Lucy said softly, her voice cracking with emotion. “I can’t imagine... I wish there was something I could’ve done.”

Kate offered a faint, bittersweet smile. “You already do. You’re here. That’s all I need.”

Lucy blinked back tears, but she wasn’t going to let herself cry—not now, not in front of Kate. She wanted to be strong for her. “But what about the wedding? You should have someone to walk you down the aisle, Kate. Even if it’s not family...”

Kate shook her head gently, a small laugh escaping her lips. “I don’t need that, Lucy. It’s just... it’s not my thing. I’ve always been independent. I’m okay with it.”

But Lucy could see the hollow ache in Kate’s eyes. She wasn’t okay with it. And maybe she’d never be. That loss was something Kate had carried with her for so long, it had become a part of who she was.

“Kate...” Lucy started, her voice soft but firm. “You have me. You’ll never be alone again. And if you want someone to walk you down the aisle, I’ll be there. I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I’ll do it. Because I love you, and you deserve someone to stand by your side.”

Kate’s eyes filled with emotion, and she gave a small, shaky exhale. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” Lucy said, her voice steady and unwavering. “You mean the world to me. And I know... I know what it’s like to lose family. I just want to make sure you know that you’re not alone in this. Not anymore.”

Kate squeezed Lucy’s hand, feeling the tears threatening to spill. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t think... I didn’t think anyone would ever care that much.”

Lucy leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Kate’s forehead. “I care. And I always will. We’ll figure out the rest, okay? This wedding... it’s about us. Just us.”

Kate nodded, the weight of her past and the emptiness it had left behind still heavy on her heart. But in that moment, with Lucy’s hand in hers and the warmth of her love surrounding her, she felt something she hadn’t in a long time—hope. Maybe it wasn’t about the past anymore. Maybe it was about the future.

And she could start to see that future, bright and full of love, with Lucy by her side.

Chapter Text

Six Years Later – O‘ahu, Hawai‘i

The late afternoon sun dipped low over the horizon, casting golden rays across the ocean and bathing the beach in a warm, honeyed light. The sound of waves rolled in and out like a lullaby, interrupted only by the delighted squeals of a small child and the gentle laughter of two women sitting on a beach blanket, toes buried in the sand.

Lucy sat back on her elbows, the salty breeze ruffling her curls as she watched their daughter—four-year-old Noa—chase after a bright red beach ball. Her giggles echoed through the air, high and wild, as she clumsily kicked the ball, only to have it bounce and roll back toward the water.

Kate, just a few feet away, was already on her feet, sprinting forward with ease and scooping Noa into her arms before the ball could reach the tide. Noa squealed with laughter again, her tiny arms wrapping around her mother’s neck.

Lucy couldn’t help but smile. No matter how many times she saw it, it never got old—seeing Kate like this. Strong. Vibrant. Whole.

She remembered a time when it all seemed impossible. When Kate couldn’t move her legs. When just sitting up in bed came with exhaustion and pain. When therapy was a brutal uphill battle and neither of them knew what the next day would bring. There had been tears. Fights. Moments of distance. Even fear. But there had also been healing. Love. Relentless support.

And now?

Now Kate was walking. Running. Surfing again—something she’d thought she might never do. The only remaining trace of that terrible accident were the faint, silvery scars along her legs and back, and even those had become symbols of strength more than reminders of loss.

“Gotcha,” Kate said with a grin as she returned, Noa riding proudly on her hip like a tiny queen. She plopped down beside Lucy, sand scattering around her as she handed the ball back to their daughter. “What did we say about chasing beach balls into the ocean, huh?”

“But it was going fast, Mama!” Noa insisted with a pout, though her eyes were still dancing with joy. “I wanted to kick it into the sky!”

Kate laughed. “You nearly kicked it into a sea turtle. He would’ve filed a complaint.”

Lucy chuckled, reaching out to brush the sand from Kate’s thigh. “I don’t think the turtle union would’ve been impressed.”

“Excuse me,” Kate said mock-indignantly. “I’ve always had excellent relationships with marine life.”

A small cry drew their attention as Isaac—twelve months old and steadily mastering the art of standing—wobbled and landed on his diapered butt with a disgruntled huff. He blinked, frowned, then clapped his hands and grinned up at them like he’d meant to fall all along.

Lucy leaned forward and scooped him up, cuddling him close. “You’re just happy to be part of the chaos, aren’t you, buddy?”

Isaac gave a gummy laugh and reached for Lucy’s sunglasses, managing to pull them off her face with surprising force. Kate laughed beside her.

“Team Chaos, Party of Two,” she said fondly, looking between their children. “We’re so doomed.”

Lucy rested her head on Kate’s shoulder, her heart full in a way she never thought it could be. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

They sat in peaceful silence for a long moment, watching Noa build a sandcastle with half a plastic bucket and Isaac babble happily at a passing crab that was entirely unimpressed.

“You know,” Lucy said quietly, “I think about it all the time. Where we were... where you were. That hospital bed. The pain. The fear. The... not knowing.”

Kate nodded slowly, wrapping her arm around Lucy. “I think about it too. A lot. But it’s not what hurts anymore. Now, when I think about it... it just makes me grateful. For you. For us. For this life.”

Lucy turned her head to kiss Kate’s temple. “You did all the work. You got here.”

“We both did,” Kate said, kissing her back. “I walked because you stood by me. I healed because you reminded me who I was when I forgot.”

Lucy blinked fast, her throat thick. “You’re gonna make me cry in front of the kids.”

Kate grinned. “Noa already thinks you cry at commercials. It won’t surprise her.”

“I do not cry at commercials,” Lucy huffed.

“You cried during that ad for pineapple juice!”

“It had a puppy reunion!”

They both laughed, pressing their foreheads together as the sun dipped even lower. The ocean shimmered, Noa’s sandcastle grew taller, and Isaac made a bold attempt to eat a handful of sand before Lucy gently intervened.

This was their life now. Messy. Beautiful. Full of light and love and laughter.

And after everything they'd endured—the broken hearts, the impossible odds, the long, agonizing recovery—it wasn’t just a happy ending.

It was a new beginning.

A perfect, imperfect, utterly real one.

Kate turned her head and watched their kids with quiet awe.

“Let’s never stop being grateful for all of it,” she whispered.

Lucy squeezed her hand. “We never will.”

And on the warm shores of Hawai‘i, with the ocean stretching out before them and their family surrounding them in giggles and sand, they held on to each other. Not just because of the past.

But because of every tomorrow still to come.