Nick's mood was even worse than before. Juliette was awake, but she had completely lost every memory she had of him. She remembered everything but him, she even remembered Monroe. After she spoke to Nick's covert partner in crime he told him that she hadn't mentioned Nick at all.
The Detective had just taken Juliette back to their home. Nick was hoping that she would recognize something, anything, familiar about the house they share.
"So does anything seem familiar to you?"
"Um... yeah, a little bit." Replied the semi-amnesiac.
Nick didn't notice this, but Juliette was only paying half attention to the house. The rest of her focus was on the boyfriend she didn't remember. She didn't know why, but the veterinarian felt compelled to know him, she wanted to remember Nick more than she probably should have. Yet, that didn't seem to bother her. According to not only him but to the pictures of them that decorated their house, not only were they together, they were very much in love with each other.
Juliette closed in on Nick in an almost predatory way, it was the only way she was a little over half a foot away did he notice her. Nick's eyes widened when he saw the proximity between him and Juliette, but strangely he didn't mind how close she was to him. The two began going closer to one another, their heads almost touched. Juliette kept closing in and then there was hardly any distance between their lips. They were about to touch, but the kiss was interrupted before it began by the ringing of Nick's phone.
"Sorry, it's work." Nick slightly backed away and answered. "Burkhardt."
Juliette remained focused on the man with a longing stare. Little did she know was that the call was actually about her current condition and that it was Monroe who was on the other end.
"Listen, Rosalee says that the cure has to be altered, so it'll take longer to finish."
"How long will it take?"
"There are three steps to both finish and modify the cure, each one will take its own time. So we think maybe a week, give or take." Answered Nick's unofficial partner.
"Alright, what do I do about this in the meantime?"
"Just be careful with her emotional state and try not to overindulge the infatuation, both yours and her's."
"Alright, talk to you later."
With that, the call ended. Burkhardt turned around saw that Juliette was heading upstairs. She called back saying that she was going to get some rest.
Upon hearing this Nick saw that it was best if he slept on the couch. Later that night Juliette watched Nick sleep from the opposite side of the living room, she was focused on all of the details of his sleeping form: the rise and fall of his chest, the way his head turned subconsciously, and his overall calmness as he slept. She wanted to lie beside him and hold him close to her, but couldn't she didn't know what boundaries she'd be crossing. Despite this, she felt as if he reciprocated this feeling, that he was fighting back a similar feeling of his own.
The Detective had just taken Juliette back to their home. Nick was hoping that she would recognize something, anything, familiar about the house they share.
"So does anything seem familiar to you?"
"Um... yeah, a little bit." Replied the semi-amnesiac.
Nick didn't notice this, but Juliette was only paying half attention to the house. The rest of her focus was on the boyfriend she didn't remember. She didn't know why, but the veterinarian felt compelled to know him, she wanted to remember Nick more than she probably should have. Yet, that didn't seem to bother her. According to not only him but to the pictures of them that decorated their house, not only were they together, they were very much in love with each other.
Juliette closed in on Nick in an almost predatory way, it was the only way she was a little over half a foot away did he notice her. Nick's eyes widened when he saw the proximity between him and Juliette, but strangely he didn't mind how close she was to him. The two began going closer to one another, their heads almost touched. Juliette kept closing in and then there was hardly any distance between their lips. They were about to touch, but the kiss was interrupted before it began by the ringing of Nick's phone.
"Sorry, it's work." Nick slightly backed away and answered. "Burkhardt."
Juliette remained focused on the man with a longing stare. Little did she know was that the call was actually about her current condition and that it was Monroe who was on the other end.
"Listen, Rosalee says that the cure has to be altered, so it'll take longer to finish."
"How long will it take?"
"There are three steps to both finish and modify the cure, each one will take its own time. So we think maybe a week, give or take." Answered Nick's unofficial partner.
"Alright, what do I do about this in the meantime?"
"Just be careful with her emotional state and try not to overindulge the infatuation, both yours and her's."
"Alright, talk to you later."
With that, the call ended. Burkhardt turned around saw that Juliette was heading upstairs. She called back saying that she was going to get some rest.
Upon hearing this Nick saw that it was best if he slept on the couch. Later that night Juliette watched Nick sleep from the opposite side of the living room, she was focused on all of the details of his sleeping form: the rise and fall of his chest, the way his head turned subconsciously, and his overall calmness as he slept. She wanted to lie beside him and hold him close to her, but couldn't she didn't know what boundaries she'd be crossing. Despite this, she felt as if he reciprocated this feeling, that he was fighting back a similar feeling of his own.