Okay, so this is my first fanfic. I would really appreciate if you would take time and leave a review, because i'm very unsure about my writing. I had a lot of troubles publishing this, so it might come out in weird shape. English is only my third language and I'm sorry for all grammatical errors (you should warn me about them in a review).-K :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize!
SULLY'S POV:
She is often tossing and turning in the middle of the night. I can tell her nightmares are horrible. She is sweating, her eyelids are twitching and she is murmuring something I can't understand. I always try to wake her up or comfort her somehow. I hold her tightly or I stroke her arm but nothing seems to help. So every night at least once there are twenty minutes when I'm helpless. I tried to talk to her about that, but she avoided the subject.
It is already midnight and she is still not at home. Her mobile is of and her phone is on answering machine. I decide to check on her and drive to the Jeffersonian. I greet the night-guards and head towards her office. There is light on inside.
A man's figure is sitting behind her desk. It's Booth, her partner. I see her lying on the couch. Booth appears to be doing paperwork. Suddenly her nightmare begins. I want to rush there immediately, but I stop when I see him heading towards the couch worriedly. He kneels down and puts a hand on her arm. I can read from his lips that he says: "I'm right here."
It is like her nightmare goes away. Her eyes fly open and her lips form into a relieved smile. She sits up on the couch so there is space for him to do the same. His arm is around her shoulders stroking her back. Her head is on his chests above his heart. It obviously belongs there. I leave, because it feels like I'm invading a personal moment like I have never experienced with her. I believe no one except this guy, Booth ever has.
I decided to post another chapter here, since it's also a short piece and is in a way similar to this one. Reviews make me happy :D