I'm completely spamming you all with these but they keep popping into my head. :') Thanks to csiAngel (as always! :D) for being lovely and the title! Read her stuff. She's amazing!
Anyway... Here you go! :)
Disclaimer: (Do I really need to do this every time?) LTM is not mine. Although I have claimed Gillian Foster as my own. :)
You know he'll be in the bar.
You know the seat he'll be sitting at.
You know the drink he'll be drinking.
You know that you have to go in and get him.
Every so often you have a case. One that's difficult in so many different ways.
You have your ways of coping. He has his.
You get out of your car and cross the road.
You shiver as the wind brushes past you.
You open the door and the warm air and smell of alcohol engulfs you.
You see him straight away.
You're surprised that he's alone this time. Surprised but happy. It's easier this way.
You walk over to him.
"Cal."
He looks at you. He squints his bloodshot eyes. Recognition flashes across his face.
"Foster! What are you doin' here?"
"Come on."
His face tells you that he won't put up a fight tonight.
"Where're ya taking me?"
"Home, Cal."
He stands. You wonder if you're going to need to help him stand.
He wobbles a little and then steadies.
If you weren't concerned you think you might find it funny.
You guide him to your car and open the passenger door for him.
He smirks at you.
Drunk or not he knows how to make you smile.
You get in.
Give him a look that tells him to put his seatbelt on.
He gives you a look telling you to stop mothering him.
"Foster. I'm not as drunk as you seem to think I am."
The fact that he slurs these words tells you otherwise.
You drive the short distance to his house.
"Come on."
You both get to his door.
"I think I left my keys in the office…"
He gives you a sheepish grin.
You pull out your own keys and find the one belonging to his door.
You open it and he stumbles inside.
You walk in and shiver at how cold it is.
"Foster…"
"Shh. Just go and sleep."
You follow him to his room. You go to his closet and pull out some extra blankets.
He mumbles words of gratitude as he collapses onto the bed.
You laugh at him as you throw the blankets over him
"Night Cal."
His head pops up as you're walking out.
"Will you stay?"
"Sure. I'll be on the couch."
He smiles and with that his head falls back onto the pillow.
.
In the morning you wake up to the smell of pancakes.
So, you all must review now please and thank you. :D
Or Gillian will be sad. YOU DON'T WANT GILLIAN TO BE SAD DO YOU? ;)