Harlee's POV
It's been a 2 years since James died and I never fully recovered. We weren't even together long but he was the man I loved in a long time and now he's dead. Everyone tells me it's not my fault, but I can't help but blame myself, I should've been there. And he and Cristina had a good relationship and it's my fault she doesn't have that. After his funeral, I told Cristina everything, I didn't any want anymore secrets. It brought us closer, so I can't be mad at that.
There are times when I feel like he's still here. Sometimes I feel like I'm being watched but instead of feeling uneasy, I feel safe or something good will happen at just the right time and it'll be like he's watching over me. I miss him so much, I really think he was the love the of my life and now he's not here and he's never coming back.
James POV
It's been a 2 years since I "died" and I can finally come back. Watching Harlee and Cristina cry and grieve over me was the worst thing I've ever experienced. I never wanted to make her or Cristina experience any type of pain, especially not after everything they've been through; they didn't deserve it. It broke my heart, but I did it to protect them.
There was a bigger threat than Stahl and everything else we were facing and it was my fault. I did some stupid shit a long time ago and it caught up to me and they were threatening to kill Harlee and Cristina but I got to them before they did. I did get shot but I didn't die, and I was working to stop them, which I did.
I've been talking to Woz this whole time, keeping tabs on Harlee, making sure she's okay. At first, he was pissed at me, but when I explained everything, he decided to help me.
Today I was gonna go see Harlee, and I was nervous, I mean how would you react to seeing someone you thought was dead perfectly fine a year later.
Woz told me Cristina was at a friends house, so that's one obstacle out the way. I've been outside the door for about 10 minutes trying to get what I'm going to say to her. I just decided to man up and knock.
Harlee's POV
It was Friday and I was chilling in the house watching some random movie. Cristina was at her friends house, so I had the house to myself for the weekend. It was probably gonna be as uneventful as my other weekends. I've kinda just been going through the motions, never really doing much.
I keep getting the feeling that somethings about to happen but i can't figure out what. I don't think it's anything bad, but with my luck you never know.
I was brought out my thoughts by a knock at the door, it's like 10:30, who is that.
I opened the door and had to do a double take. I had to be dreaming or I was drunk because I do not see James Nava at my door.
"James?" was all I got before everything went black.
James POV
Well her passing out is better than her screaming at me or hitting me. I caught her before carrying her into the house; locking the door. I carried her to the couch and laid her down before waking her up.
"Harlee, wake up." I said in a soft voice, stroking her hair. Her eyes started to flutter, before she opened her eyes, her eyes widened in shock.
"I'm not crazy, you're really here?" she asked.
"Yes, i'm really here and I know you're probably pissed and-" she slapped me, I was expecting that, but it still hurt.
"HOW COULD YOU THAT TO ME? HOW COULD YOU LET ME THINK YOU WERE DEAD FOR A YEAR? HOW COULD PUT ME, PUT CRISTINA THROUGH THAT? How-Why-" she screamed, then suddenly broke down. I pulled her on my lap and hugged her.
"Baby, I'm sorry, but I did it to protect you and Cristina. I did something stupid a long time ago and it caught up to me. They were worse than Stahl or anything else that happened at that time, We couldn't risk it."
"What happened?" she asked.
"We don't have to go into all that right now, what matters is that I'm here and i'm not going anywhere ever again." I told her.
"Wait...we? Who's we?" She doesn't let anything slip by her does she?
"Me, some guys who owed me a favor...and Woz." I said that last part slowly. I tightened my grip on her before she took her anger out on me...again.
"WOZ?! He knew!? He fucking knew and didn't tell me?" I forgot how much of a firecracker she was.
"He didn't tell you because I told him not too. He wasn't happy with it either, but when I explained the situation, he agreed to help me and to watch out for you. I was watching over you this whole time, not in the way you expected, but I was." I told her.
"So those feelings I got that you were here weren't me being paranoid or missing you too much?"
"Probably not."
We sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence, until I noticed her falling asleep; well trying to. She kept going in and out of it.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed." I told her, before turning the TV off and carrying her into her room. I laid her down, and tucked her in.
"Stay with me." She whispered.
"Okay."
