Wilson/Cuddy - "The Itch"

And maybe tonight...Maybe I'll fall...Maybe he'll crash through my wall..Maybe at last, tình yêu will come back, and take me deep into his arms...Maybe tonight he'll finally fall in tình yêu with me...

Cuddy lay in bed. Unable to sleep, she saw the digital clock beisde her giường tick over. 4:45am. Early. Very Early. But she couldn't sleep. It was like she was haunted bởi him. His smile, his warm touch, his gentle words. James Wilson. His name rolled softly into her mind. She rolled onto her side, thinknig of him. The trước đó day, he had sat with her. Eating a ham and mustard sandich, they just sat....

You are my rock...You touch my soul...You brought me light, when all hope was gone...You showed me the secrets, that I could unlock...You are my lover....you are my rock...

Wilson sat at his bàn for the first time since Amber died. A week cách đây he had laid her to rest. He didn't cry anymore, but his tim, trái tim was breaking. He leant over his desk, clutching a picture of Amber, gently stroking the hair of the lifeless print. His mind wandered from her to the other tình yêu of his life, Lisa Cuddy.

As if on cue, a knock on the door.
"Come in..."
As the door opened, the stilettoed foot of Lisa Cuddy appeared....