"You're an idiot," Prentiss hissed, pressing down harder on the wound.
Dave winced, frowning up at her. "I'm not sure that's how you should be speaking to me, Agent Prentiss. I did just take a bullet for you."
She glared down at him, trying to ignore the blood seeping between her fingers. "I had it covered."
"Right. Well as tough as you are, Emily, I'm not sure you could have survived a shot to the neck. Unless -"
"Shut up," she hissed. "Just...shut up, Dave."
And that was when he saw it. The tears standing in her eyes, and the set of her jaw as she tried to hold her expression steady. Lifting his uninjured arm, he placed his hand over hers.
"Don't you dare leave me," she warned.
He just shook his head as the sirens grew louder. "I'm not going anywhere, Em. I'm a stubborn old bastard."
She gave him a smile and shook her head, trying to blink some of the tears away. "Thank God for that."
"I'm gonna remind you of that sentiment the next time we have an argument."
Shaking her head, she gave a little laugh, relief flooding through her as the ambulance came to a stop beside them.
"Don't push your luck., Rossi."