Hey guys! Hey! Hey look! Another one! I. Am. So. Bored. Like seriously, I'm about to read War and Peace… So I'm not really sure what the hell this was supposed to be, but I'm sure I had a good inspiration at the time that I wrote it…
The smell of blood was disgusting. It always had been to her. A trained assassin, bred to kill, and the smell of blood made her sick. So many times, she had killed her target by hand or with a knife. Each time, she had spent hours in the shower, spent hours just washing her hands. Now though, now it was worse.
She stared blankly at the body on the floor. This case was one of those rare few that hit much too close to home. They had spent weeks tracking the killer of 7 young girls, all under the age of five. She was barely controlling her raging stomach at the moment.
They had stormed into the apartment, he had had a gun. He fired first, the results of the shot quickly becoming irrelevant as she assured herself that it hadn't hit anyone she knew.
She heard people screaming, yelling, it was so loud, but she couldn't hear a thing. Someone had been hit, another team, but one of their own, nonetheless. She stared, not at her fallen comrade, but at the gaping hole in the head of the man she had put everything into taking down. Now he was dead, and she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself.
Thoughts were chasing themselves in circles inside of her head, but she didn't move a muscle. It wasn't until she felt strong, familiar arms wind themselves around her waist that she realized that everyone had left. It was logical, of course. The CSI's would take care of the scene, some would be at the hospital, and others had paperwork. She had paperwork, lots of it, she realized, but she couldn't seem to make herself move. When she did, she was only mildly surprised that the only motion her body seem to be capable of was turning in his arms.
He squeezed her tighter, not speaking, only offering strength in her moment of weakness. She knew it killed him to see her like this, that he had to wait until they were alone before he could offer anything other than a hand on her shoulder. She didn't sob or scream, she let a few hot tear make their way down her cheeks, before pulling back and resting her forehead against his, eyes closed. He leaned back and kissed her temple before gathering her up in his arms again.
Who knows how long they stood like that, just letting the stress of the last 5 weeks slip away. They knew they had to go back to work. They both had paperwork to fill out. For now though, for now all that could wait.