"Guess we'll have dinner for breakfast," Rosie joked to the woman laying in his arm, her head on his shoulder and her chest pressed to his body. His thumb stroked her back softly, as he tried to process what had just happened between them. He couldn't seem to get over the fact that this was Annalise, laying in his arms, radiating heat against his body.

"Mhm," she mumbled an attempt at a laugh in her sleepy state.

"You know, when I was in high school, I spent months in the hospital. It was the sickest I'd ever been. And the day I went home, I felt so alive. I've chased that feeling for a long time. I didn't think I'd get there again." Annalise's tucked her head further into him, taking a deep breath. He knew she was too tired to speak, but she was listening. He didn't need her to speak. He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear gently, smiling at the woman in his arms.

He knew from the moment he'd laid eyes on her, she was a strong, intelligent, feisty, independent badass and could scare whoever she wanted. Still, he could pick out a hundred instances he found adorable. Such as this one.

Not sure if she'd finally drifted off or not, he whispered to her the thing he'd most wanted to say since that night in her bedroom.

"I love you, Annalise."

-

While Andy had known Rosie for years, she'd never seen him in as much pain as he suffered on a run before work shortly after that night. He nearly tumbled to the ground, grabbing into the railing that separated him from the water on the other side of the path. Annalise turned back around, immediately concerned. She placed her shoulder under his arm and slowly helped him to the ground asking,

"What can I do?"

"My meds," he croaked, clenching his pocket desperately for them.

"I got it," she replied, moving his hand away and retrieving them. Being used to fast moving and stressful situations, she moved rapidly but steadily, placing one in his hand at a record spead.

"Everything all right?" Another runner asked, catching up to them.

"Fine," Rosie replied before Andy could. She turned back to the man and nodded.

"We're good, thank you." When she turned back to Rosie, the pain appeared to be subsiding at least slightly. Having been squatting, she sat herself down.

"Sorry about that."

"No, don't apologize," she said without a thought as a breeze hit her. She drew circles on his arm and looked out at the sky. He took note of how calm she was. It wasn't that she wasn't concerned, because she definitely was, but that her calm attitude helped him to recover, not having to worry so much about scaring her. He appreciated the quiet support she offered him. People walked by, glanced on, but didn't question it much. After a minute, he tried to climb to his feet but her hand tightened around his arm.

"Where do you think you're going."

"I'm fine, Villa," he spoke, slowly, the medication in effect. He made it half way to his feet when she snapped,

"Hey, this isn't a debate. Sit your ass back down." Knowing that tone, he followed her direction without hesitation. They sat in silence for a while, feeling the breeze, Andy's thumb rubbing his arm until he was really ready to continue down the path. When he tried, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back from where they'd started the run.

"I can handle myself, you know."

"Hey, you're driving me to work and I never show up late," she said with a shrug, though they both knew that wasn't her reason for turning around.

It didn't take long for Rosie to realize how Annalise might have felt when he went down, for the next day, after Andy's night with her friends, he saw the explosions at pac north on the television and jumped for his phone.

Got called in, might be late tonight.

He practically froze, unable to return to his paperwork concerning his new practice set to open the next morning. It was deja vu but this time, he wouldn't be with her through the danger. He just had to watch the tv and wait.

"It doesn't hurt," she insisted when he studied the bandages on her forehead that night, just above her eyebrow. "The hangover is another story." She dragged herself from the kitchen and plopped down on his couch, arms across her body and wearing a comfy and baggy fire department sweatshirt.

"It hasn't worn off yet?"

"Mhm, massive explosion prolong hangovers, didn't they teach that to you in med school?" She mumbled just clear enough for him to make it out.

"Stay awake for a few more minutes and you can have a nutritious and delicious energizing meal." There was a long moment of silence and he looked into the living room, trying to determine if she were awake. "Villa? Villlla," he sang, receiving no response. When she didn't answer, he smiled at her sleeping form and grabbed a container for the food knowing her hunger would catch up with her later. Once he'd eaten, he placed a blanket over her and joined her on the couch, flipping on a movie and watching it quietly until he drifted off.

He woke up once to Andy mumbling in her sleep, tossing and turning, clearly unsettled. He lightly shook her awake, refusing to leave her in a nightmare. She was barely concious when she crawled forwards into his arms, letting him hold her as she quickly drifted off again.

Annalise's automatic alarm woke her several hours later, the noise traveling from her phone all of the way across the room. She climbed off the couch and rushed to turn it off, though she was groggy.

"It's morning?" He asked, surprised.

"Mhm. Sort of. Go back to bed, I'll see you at the lab," she said, grabbing her keys and slipping on her shoes.

"It's only five, skip the run and come back to sleep."

"I told Jack I'd run with him and I already blew him off hiking."

"Right," he said, remembering Andy mentioning it before.

Two hours later, Annalise found herself standing outside of the lab with a cup of coffee, joined by the Rosewood family.

"That run must have woken you right up," Rosie commented as he pulled out his keys.

He let everyone in to take a look around the new space. It was similar to the Miami lab, spacious with large windows. Past the computer, instead of an entire staircase down to another level, in the back were two steps onto a lower platform to perform autopsies.

Tara and Izzie jumped to check out the computers and equipment while Donna told her son how proud she was of him.

"So, what do you think," Rosie asked, eventually catching up to her as she looked out the window.

"Impressive." She glanced back at Tara and Pippi. "I mean, I don't know what half this shit does but they do and I think that's a pretty good sign." He laughed and she turned to look at him. "And it's only a few blocks from the station." He leaned in to her ear, placing a hand in the small of her back as he flirtatiously told her,

"That's my favorite part, too."

"Um, is there something you two have been keeping from us?" Pippi asked, suddenly as attentive to them as she had been to the equipment a moment before. Rosie took a quick glance at Annalise, reading her eyes for a go ahead.

"Actually, yes. Annalise and I are dating," he revealed once he got it.

"Really?" She asked, her excitement growing from the confirmation of her suspicions. When he nodded, she exclaimed, "finally!" Before rushing towards them and taking Annalise in a hug. "We have all been waiting for this daaay!"

"We used to make bets on how long it would take you guys," Tara admitted. Annalise laughed lightly before looking to Donna, who was already being studied by Rosie. A smile grew on his face, seeing them standing together all these years later. She'd always liked Annalise. She was good for him and he knew he would be good for her.

"I'm very happy for the both of you."

"That's it?" Pippi asked, resulting in Donna taking Annalise in for a hug.

"You want a ride to the station?" Rosie asked a few minutes later, knowing she was running low on time.

"You're still behind the wheel. Which means you haven't started the drug yet," she observed, knowing he would know better.

"You caught me. But I will start soon. They have to run a lot of tests. But very soon."

"Tomorrow soon?"

"Day after. Maybe the day after that. You want a ride or not?"

"It's nice out. I'll walk," she told him before planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as she slipped out the door.

"Have a good first day." When the door closed behind her, from the corner of his eye, he saw someone else step up beside him.

"Son, everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just overthinking something," he admitted.

"And what would that be." With a sigh, he turned to her, explaining,

"She doesn't say she'll see me tomorrow. Or will see me later."

"You don't like that job of hers," Donna observed, having respect for the woman's lone of work but understanding it couldn't be easy on the people who loved her.

"I didn't like when people shot at her either. But it's who she is. She comes with the threat of losing her."

"Hm. Sounds awfully familiar."