Summary: Missing scene between Thomas and Higgins from 1x18.

It was late when she got the call. Juliet had been sleeping when the phone rang and she considered letting it ring through to voicemail. However, when she saw that it was Katsumoto, she was suddenly wide awake. Given the case they'd been working on and the fact that he was out with Magnum tonight, she doubted he'd called just to chat.

"Detective?" She answered, trying not to sound as worried as she was.

"Sorry to bother you so late Miss Higgins, but I need to ask a favor of you."

"Of course." Juliet said, assuming it was something to with the case. "How can I help?"

"It's about Magnum actually. He got jumped tonight by our suspect and he took a pretty nasty hit to the head." Juliet stiffened. "He was unconscious when I found him, but he came to pretty quick. He seemed fine and wouldn't go to the hospital. I may be overreacting, but I thought you'd want to know."

"Thank you for telling me, Detective. I'll be sure to check in on him." She said calmly even as she frantically threw on clothes. She hastily wished him a good night and hung up, sprinting out the door and toward the guest house. As she ran, she called Magnum's cell and listened as it rang through to voicemail. The Ferrari was parked in the driveway, but the lights in the house were dark. When she reached the door, she knocked hard.

"Magnum?" Without waiting for a response, she tried the handle and was dismayed to find it unlocked. Despite her constant needling about him being careless, Magnum never left his door unlocked. She called his name again as he slipped inside. "Thomas? Are you in here?" Glancing around, she could see his muddy boots discarded on the front mat and his keys thrown haphazardly onto the counter. He's definitely here…

As she moved through the house, her worry began to increase. With all of the noise she'd made, he should be wide awake. The man was a notoriously light sleeper. When she reached the open doorway to his bedroom, she saw one of his ridiculous floral shirts crumpled on the floor. A bright crimson stain on the collar stood out sharply against the pale yellow fabric. Unable to contain herself any longer, she ran into the room, and found Magnum lying face down on the bed.

"Magnum?" She called again, hoping he'd wake up on his own. The last thing she wanted to do was startle him awake. For all of his laid back affect, it could sometimes be hard to remember that he was a Navy SEAL, a combat veteran with a traumatic past. When her words failed to rouse him, she continued on. Moving closer, she could see blood drying in his short hair and on the back of his neck. Cautiously, she reached out and placed a hand on his bare shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. "Magnum? Can you hear me?" Nothing… "Magnum! Wake up!" She shook him again, harder this time. Her heart was pounding. He'd gone to sleep with a head injury and now he wasn't responding. Ugly thoughts rose up in her mind, facts about skull fractures and intracranial hemorrhaging. "Thomas, wake up!" Frantically, she rolled his head to the side and peeled back his eyelid. As she did so, his head jerked back away from her and he groaned.

"Higgins? The hell?" Thomas mumbled sleepily. Juliet sagged in relief.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking?!" She shouted, trying to disguise her worry with anger. Magnum gave her a confused look.

"Ummm, what?" He asked, sitting up.

"Going to sleep with a head injury! Are you daft? You could have slipped it a coma or died, and no one would've been the wiser. I certainly wouldn't have known if Katsumoto hadn't called me just now!" Thomas winced as she yelled and massaged his temple.

"That's what this is about? Higgins, I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. Trust me, I've had enough head injuries to know-"

"I couldn't wake you." She interrupted, crossing her arms and perching on the edge of the bed. "I was shaking you and yelling your name and you wouldn't respond." Magnum had the grace to look embarrassed.

"Look, Higgy, I'm sorry I scared you. It's been a long day and I'm pretty exhausted. I guess I was just more out of it than usual. You don't have to worry about me." He assured her. Juliet didn't look convinced, but dropped the issue for the moment.

"I need to have a look at that wound." She said, changing the subject as she dug out the first aid kit she knew he kept under the bed.

"That's really not necessary. It's just a scratch." Thomas said with a yawn.

"A scratch? Magnum, your hair is fairly covered in blood. Not to mention mud. Would you prefer an infection?" She asked haughtily, even as she gently began cleaning wound.

"S'not that bad." Thomas protested tiredly. Juliet arch an eyebrow and tossed a handful of bloody gauze into his lap.

"No?" She challenged as he frowned at the pile. "Just a scratch indeed." She muttered. Thomas wisely said nothing and let her continue with her ministrations.

Five minutes later, she finished and silently gathered the soiled gauze into the trash. Thomas turned to her and offered her a small smile.

"Thank you, Juliet. I appreciate you doing this. You can go back to bed now, I'll be okay." Higgins huffed and plucked a White Knight novel off the shelf

"Go to sleep Thomas, I'll wake you in an hour." Her voice was soft, but firm. Without another word, she curled in the armchair to the right of the bed.