Lips Of An Angel - Hinder {Castle, Ryan/Esposito}
~Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
"Hey."
"Hey."
Nights like this made Kevin glad that Jenny was a very sound sleeper. Little noises, like the sound of his phone vibrating or him climbing out bed, didn't rouse her. He'd never had any trouble sleeping either, though he woke easily, a hazard of being on call as often as he was, but ever since Lockwood and his goons….
Yeah, Kevin could admit that night still gave him nightmares and he had trouble talking about it.
Javi, who had been there with him, understood. Frankly, Kevin thought the other man had gotten off worse than he had. Sure, he'd been half drowned and knocked around, but Javi had to watch it happen.
Kevin didn't even want to think about having to see Javi be treated like that. He'd choose hypothermia and bruise over that any day.
It was after the Lockwood thing when the late night calls started. They saw each other every day at work, saw each other recovering, but a sort of panic tended to set in as the hour grew late. During the day, they could see each other, at night, a voice on the phone had to be enough.
They both knew it was silly. They were NYPD homicide detectives. Each of them had a beautiful, loving woman in their lives and yet neither of them slept well without hearing each others voices.
That was the sort of co-dependence that would make a department shrink twitch, so neither of them said a word to anyone about it.
Instead, they talked, usually about nothing important, until one of them fell asleep.
Maybe that wasn't the healthiest thing to do, but it worked for them.