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Drugged from surgery as he was, Tommy couldn't really think straight, but he did notice that something important was missing.

The clicking of those heels can only mean one thing…

He loved the sound, even when there was a thunderous note to it and he knew she was angry with him.

Seeing her, smelling her, accidentally brushing past her at a crime scene… actually talking to her, even if, technically, their mode of conversation should more accurately be called "snapping", was a treat after all these years of separation.

He was hell-bent on making the clicking of those heels the cadence of his new life here in Philly. A constant reminder of what he had had, what he, thanks to his own idiocy, had lost, and what he now wanted back. Badly.

Those heels could heal him.

"Megan?", he croaked.

The doctor's order came promptly. "Don't speak."

"Put your shoes back on."

A second later he had passed out again.

Megan was stunned. His eyes were bandaged. There was no way he could have seen she had slipped out of her pumps to be able to pace the hospital room without disturbing his sleep.

She took his hand, squeezed it and didn't let go for the rest of the night.