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"If you ever want some pearls of wisdom, you can borrow my mother. She'd be happy to have another daughter to boss around."
"Uh... that's not exactly a ringing endorsement. Sorry."
"No," Miriam laughed again and Doctor Webb smiled at Miriam. "It's not. My mother is a bit of a bear. She was overprotective. It didn't help that I was blind. I think it just made her even more fiercely protective. I didn't really get my feet under me until I went to school and learned that I could be just like everyone else."
"Better."
Molly saw Doctor Webb lift his hand and caress her back with a gentle sweep of his arm up and down.
"You're incredible, sweetheart."
Miriam tilted her head back in his direction. "He's hardly unbiased."
"He loves you." Molly pursed her lips together after she said the words, wondering if she'd again, overstepped.
"It's true, love. I'm head over heels for you."
Miriam rolled her eyes. "He started off high-handed and a bit of an ass, but he evened out. A little."
Miriam's eyebrows rose and fell, and then she laughed. "But enough about my once-Grumpy Gus. He mentioned that you and I have something in common."
"Well, he thinks we might," Molly began. "He came to examine me at the hospital when I lost a few hours of my memory."
The naked concern in Miriam's face touched Molly deep in her heart.
Miriam reached for Doctor Webb's hand, and he took it immediately. "Callen?"
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I have every hope that it'll come back."
Miriam sighed in relief and Molly took heart from her easy acceptance of his words as truth.
Miriam turned back to Molly. "What happened?"
"I was working late when some men broke into the records building and I surprised them. They didn't think that I'd be there. They certainly seemed surprised. Later, I found out that they were there to destroy records in the collection box." She explained the rest of what they'd discovered and how she'd ended up at Jacob's apartment. Including how she'd revealed her odd talent.
"Oh, that's why Callen thought we were similar."
"No one is like you, love."
Molly felt like she should leave, the way that Doctor Webb looked and talked to Miriam felt so... intimate.
She couldn't help but feel like she was intruding on their time together.
Miriam waved him off and leaned closer to Molly. "So you remember things that you've heard? Verbatim?"
Molly nodded. And then realized what she'd done. "I mean, yes. It drove my teachers mad. If I didn't remember to keep my memories to an inside voice, they thought I was mocking them. I ended up in a bit of trouble."
Miriam clapped her hands together. "I bet you did! Did you tell them?"
"Once." Molly sighed. "And that teacher thought I was lying. She didn't give me a chance to prove it. She sent me to detention and when I was done with the week, she told me to never fib again, or she'd make sure that I was sorry."
"I'm sorry that happened."
Molly shrugged and felt horrible again. "It's okay. It was a long time ago."
"But it taught you to be careful, right? You didn't feel comfortable sharing your talents, at least that they existed."
"That's true." Molly felt some of the strain on her shoulders ease, it seemed that Miriam did understand. "I would use it, but be very, very careful about how I would. It was on a school field trip to the town court building that I found out about court reporters. That got me interested in the job. I could use my natural skills and help people.
