Your sleep is deep and dreamless. Your heart skips a moment when you wake up as the alarm shocks you from the inky blackness of your slumber. Allison shifts next to you as her arm reaches around your torso.

"Y'okay?" She mumbles.

"Yeah.." You reply, getting your heart back under control. "Alarm just got me off guard, I was sleeping good..."

"That's good.." She grumbles.

You rise from the bed and head to the kitchen. Your body still aches and as you walk you feel the weight of your bones beneath the weakened muscle. You flick on your coffee machine and set about the finest breakfast you can manage on a work morning... You silently thank your mom for the four slotted toaster she gave you as a house warming gift, crisping up two bagels.

A half hour later and you're tightening your belt an extra notch to keep your pants snug. Bagel in one hand and the other one Allison's back you both make your way to the street. A pleasant drive, a nice chat about 'being official' and a light kiss later, you watch her drive off before stepping in the doors of the station.

====

The moment your foot hits carpet in the bullpen there's a series of snaps that cause you to tense up, hand moving on instinct before relaxing as you hear Kimble and a small crowd shout: Welcome back!

Kimble, duel wielding confetti pistols, smiles at you. As blue, yellow, and red ribbons rain down around you more than a few officers approach to slap your back or give your hand a quick shake.

"Glad you're back on your feet, rookie." Bunko says, slapping your back. Chen trails behind him with a handshake.

"You know, you gotta choose between being sleeping beauty or prince charming."

Your smile hits wide as you thank everyone who steps up to give you an attaboy.

Kimble approaches last, pistols tucked in the front of his waistband.

"Glad to have you back in the land of the living, boot." He says harshly, then he pulls you into a powerful hug and thuds his fist between your shoulder blades. "I'm gonna get you back for scaring the shit out me like that, you know?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah." He replies confidently. "Since you're on light duty and the hospital CC'd Reiner in on your injuries, seeing as they were service related and all, that means your schedule has some wiggle room."

"Wiggle room for what?" You ask, stomach sinking.

"Half of your day is gonna be paperwork. The other half? PT, ran by yours truly."