One Question Unanswered
A/N: Quick little one-shot that was on my mind
Don't own it at all. Dick Wolfe owns everything.
He showed up at her door, seven hours and twelve minutes after she fired him.
After looking through the peephole and removing the chain, she stood before him staring. Her hair half up in a haphazard ponytail, all traces of eye makeup either washed off, or cried off. He wasn't sure which.
"Bobby…what…"
"Eames. I know what you're gonna ask, so I'm gonna answer you now, before you ask." He towered over her as she walked backwards into her entranceway. Continuing to back her up he placed he hands on her shoulders.
"What…"
He put his hand up and silenced her. "I'm not drunk. I haven't had a drink in two months."
"What.."
"I'm perfectly sane. I went for my yearly checkup with the neurologist."
"What…"
"I just want you to know…I know what I'm about to do.."
"What…"
He pulled her to him in swift move and kissed her. Long and hard, like he'd been born for this moment alone.
When he released her and she caught her breath, she looked up into his eyes and squinted.
"Does that answer all your questions?" He asked
"No."
"No?" He looked confused
"Bobby. I was going to ask you…." And she pulled him to her and kissed him, long and hard.
"What took you so long?"
Fin