The Art of Being Right

Waking Up in White Rooms

Head. Hurts. Crap.

Legs? Can feel them.

Hands? Think they still move. Wait...yep. Still in tact.

Wilson went through the internal monologue he went through every time he woke up with aches and pains - a precaution for if he ever woke up somewhere unknown and seriously injured. He peeled his eyes open for the first time in what felt like days, only to be blinded by the bright white lights above his head.

He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Everything hurt, but it was a dull ache more than a sharp pain. He attempted to grab at the sheets, fumbling to try pull the blankets over his head. His limbs felt almost too heavy to shift, and there was something obstructing his hand - he looked down to see JJ holding onto him loosely, her fingers weaved between his. She was asleep on the chair next to his bed; looking totally out of it. With as much force as he could manage he squeezed her hand softly, trying to wake her.

"Mmm...what is it-" She was cut off when she opened her eyes and saw the detective looking back at her with a soft smile. "Wilson?"

"Hey," he croaked, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a smile. Without warning she lurched forwards clumsily and wrapped her arms around him, gripping his shoulders tight and nuzzling his neck.

"I missed you." She sighed, voice heavy with tears.

"How long was I out for?"

"Too long. A couple of weeks."

"What?!"

That shocked him. He hadn't expected to be unconscious for so long. He hugged her a little tighter until she was pulled back by a sudden swarm of doctors that appeared out of nowhere.

"How are you feeling?"

"Do you feel dizzy? Sick?"

"Can you see clearly?"

"One question at once," he moaned, rubbing his temples.

"Let us through, this is important! Move!" Wilson recognised the voices instantly. He beamed as Hart and Spence fought their way through the crowd to get into his room, standing at the side of his bed with relieved smiles.

"How you doing lad?"

"Not bad sir, not bad. You got your case all wrapped up?"

"The trial ended today. It was thanks to you kid, and JJ. You should be proud."

-

It didn't take long for Wilson to be discharged. The doctors said he was remarkably resilient - and before long he was checking out of the hospital and heading back to JJ's.

He'd be returning to the city in a few weeks - Maddy and McKein had already gone home but Hart had decided to stay and travel back with the younger man. The only problem was what was going to happen between him and JJ.

He knew that she didn't want to bring it up - they both wanted to enjoy their remaining time together, but it was forever looming over their heads. He didn't particularly want to leave, but his job, his home, was back in the city. He loved his life there, but didn't want to give JJ up.

She felt the same - her career was too important to just leave behind, but she didn't want to just let go of whatever she had with Wilson. He was special to her.

As the last few days closed in, they talked about their options. After hours of going round in circles and almost arguing to the point of storming out, JJ said she wanted to try keeping things going, even if it was long distance. Wilson had been up for it - and when their final day came around JJ drove with him and Hart to the station. As the train pulled in, she hugged him tight, sighing against his chest.

"So I guess this is goodbye for now?" She whispered, leaning back slightly to look up at him. She could've sworn she saw tears in Wilson's eyes. He blinked them back, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off her face.

"It won't be for long. I'll come see you when I can. I promise."

"I know." JJ mumbled, forcing a smile, "You'll call me as soon as you get back to your place right?"

"Course I will." Then slowly he pulled her back towards his chest, leaning into her and nuzzling her shoulder and neck softly. "I love you." He whispered.

JJ blushed bright pink and bit her lip, "I love you too."

"Wilson, we gotta go." Hart reminded him, subsequently ruining the mood. With a chuckle he kissed JJ with a smile before shrugging off his jacket. Wilson wrapped it around her shoulders, putting a finger to her lips when she tried to object.

"It looks better on you. You can bring it when you come visit me, it gets cold in the city."

Without another word, Wilson and Hart leaped onto the train, waving one last goodbye before the train set off, disappearing into the distance.

A/N: So there's one last little chapter after this one, you don't have to read it as it's more of a bonus kinda thing, but thanks for keeping up with this so far, hope it wasn't getting too boring for you guys!

~Holly