"Mija, you're awake!" Daisy exclaimed upon seeing her daughter shuffle into the kitchen.

"Morning," she replied with a tired smile as she made her way to the coffee machine.

"How are you feeling?"

"A little under the influence," she replied honestly, replacing the pod in the machine. "How was the hotel?"

"We had a good time, they left chocolates on our pillows. I can't wait for our real honeymoon. Speaking of chocolate delights, where did yours go?"

"Rosie is still asleep," she replied, emphasizing his real name.

"You look like you should be too."

"It's just the meds wearing off," she replied. She couldn't keep sleeping but she wasn't quite awake. All she knew was that she could not do another dose of those drugs. "I'm sorry, I'm not myself this weekend. I didn't exactly plan on sleeping through half of it."

"Oh, don't you worry about it. I just wanted you to be here."

"I'm glad I came. This isn't something I wanted to miss. I didn't know if you were still together. If you were married. I wouldn't have even known if something had happened. I should have kept in contact."

"I thought you might be with your father. I wasn't surprised you took up firefighting either, the way you used to talk about it."

"Is that how Hornstock found me?" Annalise asked, curiously.

"Mostly, yes. It was nice to know where you were but I didn't think you wanted us to reach out. I knew you'd be okay. I just wish I could have been there when things got tough." Daisy informed Annalise she'd be be going into work for the morning but would be back to spend the night with Annalise before she took off. A few minutes later, Rosie wandered into the kitchen following the voices of the two woman sipping coffee and chatting, pleased to see Annalise on her feet.

"Good morning, Daisy." He placed a hand on Annalise's back. "Sleeping beauty." He glanced down at the coffee in her hands. "This combination is going to stop your heart," he scolded her, taking the mug away.

"So, there's no dead bodies in Miami?" She asked, knowing he was right but missing her coffee.

"Mitchie's on it. I have to run home but I'll be back to pick you up in thirty."

"What? Why?" She asked, following him as he started towards the exit.

"I thought of something to make you feel better."

"I don't want to feel better," she said, truthfully.

"Okay, well, then, something to do with what you're feeling." When she still looked confused, he smiled and said, "we're going kickboxing," before disappearing out the front door.

"So, you and Rosie at last?" Daisy inquired. "Don't lie to me, I saw you two dancing and Ira told me you were clinging to him like a koala bear last night."

"That doesn't sound like something I'd do or something Hornstock would say."

"Well, the choice of words was different but he meant the same thing. But Mija, you've waited so long and now everything is falling together. Don't let your grief hold you back, your father would want you to go for it."

"Mom, you barely knew dad."

"I knew him well enough to know he wanted you to be happy and safe. Why do you think he didn't want you to become a firefighter?" She asked, remembering Andy being upset he didn't want her to be a part of the next generation of firefighters. He wasn't too pleased when she chose to be a cop instead, another job where she would see things and be at risk, but she loved her job so he gave in, like he did with the fire academy when she joined almost a decade later.

Annalise barely uttered a word on the way to the gym, which she insisted was a useless trip.

"Come on, Villa. I've seen what you can do to a punching bag," he said after she threw a few weak and slow punches and the pads in his hand.

"I wasn't drugged."

"The meds should have worn off. But you're also weak because you're barely eating. There's a health bar in my bag."

"I'm not hungry."

"Then, let's work up an appetite." While he didn't like the idea of her working out on an empty stomach, he hoped it might help with her appetite, amongst other things.

Annalise turned away from him with a deep breath, unable to find anything in her wishing to be there.

"You're not just sad, Villa. I know you too well. I know you're angry. You're angry and Ryan and you're angry at your dad-"

"I don't want to talk about them."

"And now you're angry at me. Well lucky you, I'm you're target."

"I'm not angry at you."

"Then who are you angry with?"

"I don't know! I don't have a face or a name. I just-" she stopped speaking, shaking her head and suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the need to punch and kick and beat the living crap out of anything and everything that'd hurt her, even if she couldn't place them all.

This time, Rosie was surprised by the force. He knew Annalise was strong but he was sure the last several days weakened her, but she was fast and she was forceful.

"Everyone has to grieve." She began, speaking while she hit, taking short breaks to breath. "And you know there's people out there that just keep losing people but when you're a kid, you don't think you'll ever lose that much. And all the loss feels so far away. And then one day you look around, ugh!" She kicked especially hard. "You're grown up and you realize the people around you are dropping like flies. Makes you realize what you have. I have so much more to lose. And whoever the hell is controlling this, I want them to stop! Just stop- ugh, taking things."

When she stopped speaking, her throws became even more forceful. She defied her bodies limitations, her mind and soul more powerful than her muscles and heart. Finally, she needed a break and gave in, stepping back and placing her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath, giving Rosie and opportunity to as well.

"What's going on in there?" He asked when she stood back up, clearly battling something in her mind. She shook her head, wanting to continue it in her head instead of aloud. "Hey, you've gotta talk. You can hit. But you've gotta talk too."

"I'm fine."

"Okay. Then we'll try it this way. Your emotions, your thoughts. They don't go away when you stuff them down."

"I don't wanna hear it-"

"Then we'll skip the lecture and you can talk." Annoyed, she set back up and the moment he was ready, she began hitting again.

"Annalise!" He finally exclaimed, interrupting her after another minute, realizing she wasn't planning to talk.

"My father's not getting a line of duty funeral."

"What? Why?"

"Because Ripley died and Dixon, the new publicity hungry unmoral sad excuse of a chief wants to pretend that the esteemed former captain- a firefighter of three decades, who knowingly sacrificed his life and burned alive to save half a dozen lives, was a civilian when he died. A fucking civilian! He was a legend he should be honored. Ugh!" Rosie teetered, underprepared for the force of her kick.

"Sorry," she said, reaching for her water on the bench.

"You father deserves that funeral. But even without it, his legacy will live on. There there are people who aren't even alive yet, your grandchildren, your teams grandchildren, they're going to know what he did." she smiled softly, thanking him silently for her words as she took them in.

"Can I hit you some more?" After the trip to the gym, Annalise showered and spent the rest of the day with Daisy. The next morning, she said goodbye to her mother and Hornstock and was driven to the airport by Rosie.

"How many close calls have you had?" He asked, curiously as he pulled her bag out of the back of his car, standing outside the airport.

"On the job?" She asked, assuming that's what he was talking about. "More than I can count." She took the bag from him and soon realized this had upset him as she placed the strap on her shoulder.

He'd only heard about three instances, including the ambulance crash and her vague description of the storage unit. Pippi had asked about the skyscraper fire she'd seen on national news and Annalise confirmed she had been there.

"Was that your biggest call?" She asked, to which which Annalise responded,

"We went to LA for the wildfire last year."

"Really? What was that like?"

"It was... intense," she'd replied before moving the conversation along.

"So you're bothered by fire but not guns?" Annalise now asked Rosie, knowing he'd seen her in plenty of dangerous situations.

"I never said I was okay with the danger you were in as a detective. I kind of wish you'd become a banker or something." Annalise laughed, shutting the back of his truck. "You chase danger. I worry."

"Yeah, firefighting's dangerous but to me, it's worth it. Rosie, if I weren't doing this job, I might as well be dead, I love it that much. I consider myself lucky to care about such a big part of my life like that."

"I understand. You wouldn't be you if you weren't kicking ass." She laughed again, lightly, embracing him in a goodbye hug.

"Thank you," she told him when she pulled back, sliding her hands down to his forearms. "You didn't have to help me thro-" He interrupted her, shaking his head.

"You have nothing to thank me for. And I'm still here, you can call me at anytime." He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"You know I'm here too, right? I'm not changing my number. I'm stable enough to lean on, believe it or not," she said, smiling a little.

"I know. Right now, I just need you to be safe. Your father was a hero. Please, don't be one too," he said, terrified of losing her after just getting her back.

"I don't think I could do what he did."

"You would. You would in a heartbeat. That's what scares me."