Author's Note: This is my first proper case fic, and while I can't promise I'll live up to Kan's level of feels-ness and plot-twistiness, I certainly want to try. Another thing I can't promise is updating with any form of regularity—not only is my college semester starting next week, this fic is still a work in progress as far as plotting goes. I have a vague outline of where I want the fic to go, but I still need to work on the details.

This fic takes place after "A Secret No Longer Hidden," so there's some established Rosawatts.

Disclaimer: I don't own To the Moon.

Prologue

Eva groaned softly as she woke up, blinking back sleep as she turned her head to the digital clock on her night table. 6:49 it said in bright red. In just eleven minutes, she would need to get up, get ready for work, and drive over to Sigmund Corp. Headquarters and wait to learn about whatever patient she and Neil would have for today. The alarm was set to go off at seven, but she switched it off.

Not wanting to get up just yet, she turned over onto her side. It was still pretty dark—she guessed the sun wouldn't rise for another ten minutes or so—but she could still make out Neil, all stretched out on his back and sleeping beside her. A thrill shot through her body. In some ways, three months was enough time for her to get used to Neil being both her partner and her boyfriend, but she still hadn't gotten tired of the sight of him lying in the same bed as her.

Last night had been relatively quiet. Yesterday's patient—a man who'd wished to get back together with an old girlfriend—took all morning and most of the afternoon, but there'd been enough time in the evening for a home-cooked dinner rather than the fast food or hotel room service meals Eva and Neil often made do with during winter. He cooked some steak on the stove, she bantered with him about his choice to not experiment with foreign cuisine for once, and they later settled on her couch to watch a marathon of Doctor Who reruns.

After a few episodes, she'd found the doctor sitting next to her far more interesting than the Doctor on her TV screen. They made out like hormonal teenagers, all heated kisses and roaming hands, and Neil eventually drifted off to sleep. Eva, wrapped in his embrace, followed suit shortly afterward.

It was well past midnight when she'd woken up, muscles sore from falling asleep on the couch. As romantic a notion as sleeping in your boyfriend's arms was, she knew getting some decent rest was necessary if she wanted to be functional for work in the next several hours. Thus, she carefully extracted herself from Neil's hold and got to her feet. He made a noise of protest, and she wondered if he was waking up (he'd always been a light sleeper), but all he did was resettle himself on the couch, his breathing low and steady.

She'd gone to her bedroom to sleep alone, but it was about an hour later when she became aware of Neil getting into bed with her. "Missed ya," he mumbled as he pulled her to him.

Eva came back to the present as Neil hummed and rolled onto his side to face her. "Hey," he greeted through a yawn, rubbing at his eyes.

"Hey yourself." She reached towards the night table to turn on the lamp and grab Neil's glasses, the latter of which she handed to him.

"What's the time?" he asked after putting his glasses on.

"Five till seven."

He hummed again, scooting closer to her and leaning in for a kiss. She met his lips with her own, running her hand through his hair. Her mouth opened for his, and as his tongue slowly glided with hers, something between a sigh and a moan escaped her. He took it as encouragement, sliding a hand up her thigh and causing her to gasp.

And then the mood was abruptly ruined by Eva's cell phone ringing. She and Neil jerked away from each other as if they'd been burned.

Neil groaned in annoyance as he sat up. "It just had to be now, didn't it?"

"We'd have to get up soon anyway," Eva reminded him, sitting up as well and grabbing the phone off the night table. She pressed the Accept button and put the phone to her ear. "Hello."

"Dr. Rosalene," came the boss' voice. "I have a patient for you and Dr. Watts."

Before she could ask who the patient was, she felt Neil move her hair away from her neck. She started at his touch, then gave him a warning glance. Keeping her voice calm, she asked, "Who is it?"

"Faith Murray."

It took everything Eva had not to make a sound when Neil pressed his lips to the ear not covered by her phone. "And the address?"

Now he was placing feather-light kisses down her neck. While the boss told her where Faith Murray was living, Eva's breath involuntarily hitched as Neil pulled down the collar of her cotton pajama top and kissed the place where her neck and shoulder met.

"Thank you," she said (his lips were at her neck again, going up until they reached her jawline), hoping to God that her voice wasn't sounding too breathless or too high-pitched or too anything that would make the boss think something was going on. "I'll call Neil and we'll be there soon."

Eva ended the call just as Neil decided to stop his mischief. She turned to glare at her frustratingly incorrigible boyfriend, who was looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"What the carrot was that all about?" she demanded.

The grin on his face only got bigger. "Like I need an excuse to kiss you. Besides, I didn't hear any complaining two minutes ago."

She shook her head in exasperation. "For pineapple's sake, Neil, do you want the boss to know we're dating?"

Even as she asked it, she didn't know if her question was rhetorical or not. When they first got together, she'd insisted that they abided by certain rules when it came to the workplace, at least for a while. Rule number one was, "Don't tell anyone at work—especially not the boss." The gossip surrounding their relationship would only get more annoying—and considering that there'd been rumors about them sleeping together for years, that was saying something—if any of their colleagues found out, and if the boss knew, he would assign them a couples therapist to make sure their relationship wasn't interfering with their job. They even went as far as continuing to drive in their separate cars to and from work and home to keep themselves above suspicion.

Rule number two was, "Don't get touchy-feely while working," and it was that particular rule that Neil apparently found impossible to follow. Eva had already lost count of how many times he'd done things like kiss her in one of their offices or stroke her leg under the table during a work conference. No matter how much she chided him for it, he seemed to think that it was okay as long as no one actually saw anything.

All that to say, Neil had never bothered to hide his opinion on therapy—namely that it was a total waste of time—and Eva knew he wasn't stupid enough to tell a fellow Sigmund Corp. agent that they were together (at least in so many words), all second-rule-breaking aside. So why on Earth would he risk the boss finding out?

He answered her with another question. "What? Are private displays of affection off-limits now?"

"If it's possible for the boss to hear us, they are!" She exhaled sharply. "But we really don't have time for this. We've got a patient to work with."

Neil let out a dramatic, long-suffering sigh as he got out of bed. "Duty calls, I guess."

Eva just rolled her eyes. Honestly, this was probably why she held off on taking that next step for so long. Forget how a breakup could potentially ruin everything they were to each other—the real reason was that, if Neil had it his way, they'd never get any work done.

As it was, it was over forty-five minutes before they were ready to leave Eva's apartment. They had to shower, get dressed, groom themselves, and have a quick breakfast, and Eva also made sure Neil wouldn't forget to take his painkillers with him ("You got your pills, right?" "Eva, I never leave home without 'em"). After driving to headquarters to get their equipment, they were finally on their way.

A little under an hour later, Eva and Neil arrived at their destination. Faith Murray's house was a small, white building with a gray-tiled roof, surrounded by bushes and overlooked by an oak tree. Eva shivered from the cold morning air as she and Neil got out of the company car, and she waited for him to get the briefcase from the trunk before they began walking up a set of stairs that led to the front door.

"It's been a while since we had a lady patient," Neil commented.

Eva turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Dare I ask what your point is?"

"My point, doll, is if we get another old bat who wants to see her dog again, I'm leaving."

"Neil!"

"Oh, don't 'Neil' me. Even you thought Erica Alders' wish was stupid."

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."

"You just did," Neil pointed out, smirking.

Eva's only reply to that was to turn away from him and ring the doorbell.