Note: I'm from europe, so my english might be a little bit confusiong.
This story is about Jimmy and Sylvie and it plays during season 4.
The first one shot is a sequel to 4x18- on the warpath
Sylvie is staying at home, recovering from nearly getting killed by a shoter, when Jimmy comes to look afterher…
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"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you."
Sylvie Brett was still holding the frying pan in her left hand, when she stared at her partner in shock.
Jimmy stood at her door, giving her the most concerned look she had ever seen on his face.
She put the equipment on the table, tiredly took a seat on her couch.
"I thought it would be better to drop by to look out for you after all what happened today."
Still shaking Sylvie nodded automatically.
It seemed like the guy didn't only took her id card. It felt more like he sucked all the power out of her.
Jimmy stepped closer, finally taking a seat on the couch next to her.
"Sure you're okay?"
She didn't answer, just sat there, staring on the wall.
"Can I get you anything? Or is there something else I could do? Maybe call somebody or get you something to eat", he stumbled, when she started speaking out of nothing.
He already didn't expect an answer.
"I thought that was it. When he pointed the gun at me. I wasn't ready to die", she spoke in a whisper until she started to cry.
"I just thought that I would never see my mum again", Sylvie sobbed into her hands.
That's when Borrelli pulled her in a bear hug and squeezed her hand, like he wanted to tell her that she could count on him and that he was still there for her.
He gentely carressed her back, while soothing herin a low voice.
"Shh…It's okay. It's over. You're gonna be fine", he whispered and started to rock her in his arms until her breath got back to normal.
"I screwed it up, Jimmy", he could hear her saying between sobbs, encouraging him to stroke circles around her back again.
"Hey. Don't do that to yourself. You did nothing wrong. It was just a really dangerous situation", he whispered, still holding her close to his chest.
It seemed to work. It finally felt like she would start to relax.
Sniffling and hiccuping she got a rid of his grip and wiped her tears away, giving him an emberaced glance.
"I'm sorry. I might look like a mess."
But he shook his head, gentely touching her cheek to wipe another tear away.
"You're still beautiful."
She couldn't help but smiled when her eyes met with Jimmys.
Their faces got closer and finally she felt his lips touching her own skin.
She didn't know what hit her, but she realized the desire to kiss him for another time.
Both looked each other in surprise, happy about the way they felt for each other.
"That was for being happy that you're still here with me. That nothing serious happened to you."
She gave him a sad expression, touched his forehead with her index finger.
Thats when she kissed him harder, felt how he gentely removed her bra.
"I think, I love you Sylvie Brett", he said in a whisper, driving his hand through her hair, before they changed their place from the couch to her bed…
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"Why did your mom had to die?", Sylvie wanted to know, enjoying the smell of his hair as his hand was stroking circles on her palm.
"It was lung cancer. She was sick, suffered for many years."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I'm fine."
"How about your dad?"
There was a long silence and for a minute she already regretted that she had asked.
"You don't have to talk about it", she told him, but he already wanted to continue speaking.
"I was 16 when he was ordered to scene where he never returned from. He died a hero like my brother."
"Oh god. I thought…I didn't know that", Sylvie whispered, her head still resting at the edge of his arm.
" It's not like I'm still crying myself to sleep at night."
"You feel lonely, don't you?"
"Sometimes, yeah", he admitted, feeling her taking him by the hand.
"You're not alone anymore", she told him in a quiet tone, before their lips fuse in a long kiss….