When Beckett and Bethany arrived at home, emptying out the car was the last thing that they wanted to do. Bethany was not a fan of the long process of putting away, dragging away, and then putting away again. The redundancy was just too much. It was what she spent so much of her work day doing. Re-arranging, replacing, and relocating. Her phone alerted her of a new message, and she knew that one of the two had read their letter. Beckett still had his unopened in his jacket pocket.

Dougal was waiting for them at the door. He immediately went to check on the bedroom to make sure that whatever had Bethany upset last night was nowhere to be seen, heard, or smelled. Becks understood the dog perfectly and chuckled under his breath. Yeah, me too, Doo, " Bethany was too busy preparing her bins for the re-homing phase and didn't catch the exchange. She would have found humor in it.

He decided that since she was busy organizing, he would take the dog out. When he came back, he thought about her letter and decided he'd sit on the front steps and read it. He didn't know why but it felt weird reading a letter in front of the person who wrote it. It really shouldn't be, because she wrote it and knew what it said, and he seriously doubted that there were any embarrassing stories inside that he hadn't heard about, or feelings that she hadn't already made clear to him. Sitting on the stoop with his pup just felt like the right move, and so he pulled it out and sat down.

It read, " Five things I NEVER will tell you enough. So remember them well. I appreciate you. I love you. Thank you. You're my favorite. I'm a better Bets because of Becks." He smiled and placed the letter back into the folds of the envelope, then reached a hand down by his side to pet the furry friend beside him.

"That girl." He shook his head. "I might be in trouble with this one," he intimated while taking a moment to look up at the clear autumn sky. He pushed himself up off of the step and directed Dougal to the front door. "Come on, let's go see how far she's gotten, " he opened the door to see a couple of the bins were not only empty, but put away somewhere.

He found her in the bedroom in the closet, shifting some of his clothing over so that she could have some room to hang her clothes. Becks came and pushed his hand in between hers and his hanging clothes and easily created some space for her by swinging his things about two feet to the left. If it would make this process a bit quicker, he was alright with dealing with some wrinkled clothing. She happily pulled a large amount of her clothing from the bin and up onto the rod.

"Thanks!" she smiled happily. He nodded.

" Do you want me to help with anything else?" He took a look around the room. Was there empty space for her to put her other stuff? He headed over to his dresser and pushed his pajamas and underwear into one drawer, and his t-shirts and shorts into one drawer. He thought that would do for the time being. Getting another dresser was also a good idea. Dougal was hesitant to come into the bedroom, which Beckett found entertaining. Bethany didn't notice, but he was pretty sure that it had to do with the night terror. He was looking all over into the corners of the room with his extra sensory vision to make sure that they were safe. He still looked a little skeptical. He was probably right to wait.

"Thanks for the note. I'm keeping it, so that when you hurt my feelings with your callous ways, I'll have a reminder of your true feelings." she turned and slugged him gently in the arm.

"You jerk," she laughed. " But, not a bad idea," she admitted. He nodded his head and went to the nightstand on his side of the bed and placed it in the drawer. "It's going to be in here if you want to add something to it or change it up any," he chortled.

"Be careful, I just might!" she replied. Bethany didn't stop putting her things away. She was determined to get it all out of the way so that she didn't have to think about it any more. If she finished all of that tonight, he would be thrilled.

"I'm going to go take a shower, and then watch some TV. If you want to stop or find that you're ready for bed, come and get me," he requested. She nodded absently as he walked into the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed and quiet.

"Bets, what are you thinking about?" he asked. She opened her eyes and smiled hazily.

"You." she said.

"Lies." he said.

"Yeah," she laughed. "I'm tired,"

"Ready for bed?" he asked. She shook her head.

"No, I have to finish putting this stuff away and then I'll go," she said stubbornly. He headed out of the bedroom and into the living room where he plopped onto the sofa and flipped on the television. He turned to the doorway where a few other smaller clear boxes were and he realized that they were things that he could put down in the basement because they weren't everyday items. They were seasonal. So he grabbed them and headed down the stairs placing them over in what he liked to call, Holiday corner. Everything in Holiday corner had a place, but it wasn't exactly in perfect order. Placing the boxes in this area felt like the right decision. After he stepped back to admire the placement, he nodded in satisfaction. He was pretty sure she wouldn't miss the things in those boxes anyway. He also was sure it would be a while before she found them.

She met him at the top of the stairs with a look of curiosity, but she seemed to have worked out that he had taken her boxes down and out of sight. He had no idea that she would look at such an insignificant action as pure kindness. She was so happy. "No, you don't understand. I'm just so tired, Beck." she leaned into him. He was right. He didn't understand. He had told her that she didn't have to finish and that it was perfectly fine to go to sleep. He said none of these things, however. What he did say, was, "Let's go to bed,"

"I never really thought about it, but this whole house is gray, and white," She was lying on the bed and he threw her pajamas onto the bed beside her.

"You don't like it?" he asked. She closed her eyes.

"It's not like or dislike," she sighed. " I actually never paid attention to it before...and that's my whole job...to pay attention to those things.. What does that say about my work ethic, Beckett??" he looked a bit confused at her train of thought.

" I honestly don't know what it says about your work ethic. Maybe you never thought that the color scheme is fine the way it is. It's not like we have much say about it, right?" He had a point.

"Are you sorry that you married me?" she asked, looking up at him. He twisted his eyebrows in a level of exasperation but just took a deep breath and sighed. "Get ready for bed." he said before he headed into the bathroom.

"Will you teach me how to rollerblade?" she called. He spit out the toothpaste in his mouth.

"You don't know how to rollerblade? Don't you know how to ice skate?" he asked in surprise.

" I mean, I know what I'm supposed to do. I don't remember ever properly learning." her voice was muffled. It was probably because she was half-asleep.

"Yeah, let's go to the skating rink. You took the day off tomorrow, right?" The question was met with silence. They were supposed to drive to Chicago and spend the night, then have a full day to explore before dinner. He rinsed his mouth and flipped a hand through his hair before heading back out to the bed.

His dress shirt was pulled out from her pants and that was as far as she had gotten with the preparations. She was obviously not going to be brushing her teeth. He quickly unbuttoned the shirt and slipped her out of it, pulling on a t-shirt over her head. He placed the pants and the shirt on the desk chair by her side of the bed and repositioned the sleeping woman properly in the bed.

She snuggled down deep into the pillow. He set his alarm for a half an hour.