He was always close to her when she was saving the victims.
Naomi could always feel his eyes on her back, or even more distracting, his breath on her ear or on her neck. He was right next to her today while severing those nasty tumors, his eyes focused on her every move. Today was the first time he had ever offered her to let him drive her home. Of course, Naomi refused, but he insisted. So she went along with it, but she told him she was driving. He didn't seem to mind.
Then that crash happened, the person that was tailing them for several miles had crashed into the side of the tunnel that they had just exited. He was relieved, nobody was following them anymore. Naomi was worried, she wanted to save his life. She stepped out of the car with her briefcase and rushed over to her new patient. He trudged behind her, grumbling something about damn doctors.
When holding that penlight, he would kneel next to her, his shoulder brushing hers. She ignored it, suturing and draining and gelling taking up all her focus. Then the penlight's batteries when out and she hissed at him, he brought his hands up in a defensive pose, swearing that he didn't mean to. She groaned and handed him the reporter's camera, telling him to flash it when she told him to. He couldn't help but think that what interesting pictures these would turn out to be.
Now he took the drivers seat, noticing that Naomi seemed tired. She swayed with the turns he took, her eyes not focused but were somehow trained on something. She could feel her escort staring at her from the corner of one of his eyes, and noted that the other seemed magically able to stay focused on the road and not swerve and hit the nice jersey barrier in the middle of it. He stopped looking at her and rolled into her driveway. She thanked him and she stumbled out. He followed her up to her door, telling himself he didn't want her to fall and crack her head open.
Naomi slid the key into the lock, jostling it until the lock clicked. She opened the door and walked into her apartment, turning to give a weak smile and mutter another thanks to her blonde companion. He nodded and smiled, Naomi took that as a goodbye.
But he grabbed the door with one hand and kept it open. Naomi looked at him with wide eyes, usually this man was all business. But he grabbed her face with both hands and gave her a small, chaste and hard kiss. Naomi pushed him away and her breath caught in her throat. She was going to say something, but he was gone.
She brought her fingers and touched at her slightly bruising lower lip, and smiled.
Ohhh dang. Look at this drabble. Me and my best friend have been hooked on Second Opinion like no other. And I couldn't figure out the blonde guy's name because we haven't completed the game yet. Ha. Besides, there has to be something going on between them, you know? Yeah.
- T & H