Hello everyone! This will be a rather short story, one or two more chapters are planned. I first wanted this to be a oneshot but decided to go for a handfull of chapters :)
hope you like it and don't forget to review... =)
To eveyone who's following my other Castle story 'I send this just in case...': next chapter is in the making, I have a bit of a writer's block.
Disclaimer: don't own nothing- but you know... Christmas isn't THAT far away... ;)
AN: I don't want to confuse you, Lanie and Esposito are NOT at the beginning of their relationship!
PS: Enjoy... and. review. please.
Lanie Parish took a deep breath before beginning to cut the dead body in front of her open.
A slight wave of nauseas hit her when blood came out of the wound but she ignored it.
This was a child she was supposed to be examining, cutting up children has always been the hardest part of her job.
She took another deep breath and set for the second cut. This time it wasn't a slight wave of nauseas that hit her- from one moment to the other she felt an incredibly forceful wave nauseas hitting her.
With a loud clutter the scalpel fell out of her trembling hand and she backed away from the body.
What the hell was happening to her? This wasn't the first autopsy she did on a child and she had seen bodies that looked far worse than this one.
Leaning against the other autopsy table she closed her eyes, desperately fighting the violent urge to vomit.
This was not normal and certainly not supposed to be happening. Though, it was the third time this week she felt sick without a reason.
The first time she thought she ate something wrong and brushed it off, the second time she brushed it off as warning that she might be catching virus but this time she had no explanation.
Also, it didn't get any better. Her hands made contact with the cold metal of the table trying to regain some composure. She didn't hear the footsteps coming until the door opened. Without opening her eyes she forced a professional smile on her face but when she heard who came down to visit her and her dead bodies she let the smile slip.
"Hey, Doc. Good news, we clos…" Esposito stopped when he saw his girlfriend clinging to an empty autopsy table for dear life and forgot everything about the "we stay professional at work" – bit.
"Jesus, Lanie what's wrong?" he said, his voice heavy with sudden worry.
She opened her eyes and managed a weak smile.
"Just a bit of… nausea" she murmured, closing her eyes again, pressing on hand onto her stomach.
She felt his hand on her back, his thumb lightly brushing up and down.
"Can I get you something do drink?"
She shook her head.
"Come on, we're going outside. A bit of fresh air is going to help"
Lanie smiled weakly at him when he carefully slid an arm around her waist and slowly led her outside.
Lanie's knees still wobbly, the couple leaning into each other, they made their way outside and the air really made her feel better. Even if it was just a tiny bit.
"Thanks" she whispered. Still leaning into him, having forgotten all about their agreement to play things professional at work. She felt him squeeze her lightly and she tried to steady her breath.
"Have you considered seeing a doctor?" her boyfriend asked cautiously. He knew she was stubborn as hell when it came to things like that and he also knew she had been sick before, brushing it as a virus and eating something wrong.
She shook her head and inhaled deeply.
"It's just a bit of nauseas" she replied, her voice more normal.
He looked at her, worry still on his face.
"Okay. But if this happens again, you gotta see a doctor. No matter if I have to cuff you and drag you there."
She laughed at him, slapping him lightly on his arm.
"Thanks". She smiled warmly, letting him pull her in a hug.
"You better, cariñio?"
The pet name made her smile grow wider she allowed herself to snuggle into his body and inhale his scent. Something about him was incredibly soothing and the way he was stroking her back made her feel like nothing bad could ever happen to her as long as she was in his arms.