This is a little random, and i'm not too sure about it... but i thought i'd post anyway and let you guys be the judge of that :)

Disclaimer: I don't own them... never will... blah blah blah :P

Bruises

She winced as she touched a finger lightly to the dark bruise that spread across her cheekbone and eye. She winced further as she glanced up in her reflection, and for once was glad she'd gotten up earlier than usual. This one was going to take some work. It hadn't taken her long all those years ago to get good at covering the bruises, but it brought back pain filled memories, a time in her life she would rather not revisit. But sometimes – just sometimes, she would get a sharp reminder, it would cut her like glass, she wouldn't realize it had happened till the shooting pain came, till after she started bleeding. Sometimes she thought she deserved it, because the reminders – the pain made her realize she couldn't forget it. No matter how hard she tried, it was something that was always going to haunt her. Something she was always going to have to live with.

She turned her attention back towards the mirror, and reminded herself that this was different – the person who created this bruise wasn't someone who was supposed to love her, to look after her, it was someone meaningless. Someone who wasn't supposed to care. Someone, who, had every right to hate her, after all, cops and guilty suspects were never going to be best of friends. No, it didn't hurt that that random guy had punched her, she'd knocked him to the ground and arrested him within 30 seconds, it wasn't even the bruise that hurt, it was the memories. Just the memories.

She sighed and looked up at the mirror again, bitterly familiar concealers and foundations in front of her. Carefully she began to apply, layer by layer. She tried not to think of the countless times she'd done this – it had been a while now, but not long enough for her to forget. At least there was an upside to her experience; she wouldn't be getting too many stares today.

She glanced at her reflection, satisfied with her work, it was barely noticeable. Last minute before she walked out the door she grabbed the makeup products – just in case.

When she walked into the office, she wasn't surprised to find Jane there already. "You can barely see your bruise anymore," he observed. She rolled her eyes. Of course it would be the first thing she noticed.

"Hi Jane."

He stood up to greet her, and irritated her by staring at her face intently, "Nice covering skills," he teased, taking delight in the fact that, for once, it hadn't been him who'd gotten punched in the face.

"Practice makes perfect," she muttered bitterly, instantly regretting her words, praying that Jane hadn't heard. She looked away, and went to run away from him, but his hand stopped her, his hand firm but gentle on her arm.

"I'm sorry," he looked sincere, and her heart melted a little, not helping the situation.

"Don't worry about it," she said, her locked with his, pleading to be let go.

"I'm sorry," he said again, ignoring her desperate eyes and tense body.

"It's okay, Jane," she said, relieved when he removed his hand.

"If you want to talk, I'll just be over there... on my couch,"

"Thanks," she said softly, only smiling a little once she turned her back to him, cursing herself for even that. But she couldn't help it – somehow, just when she needed it the most, he would manage to brighten her up a little. Not to mention it made her heart melt everytime he showed he cared.

Well i'm not sure, but what do you guys think? :/

Thanks for reading :) I hope it was okay :)

Emily xxx