All These Little Things
It was the little things he loved the most about her. Particularly her smile. The way the simple movement of her lips turning upwards can light up an entire room. However there was that smile that was only reserved for him. When he brought her coffee in the morning, or when they bounced theories off each other or even when they shook each other's hands.
And then there was moments just like now. He was sitting on the couch with her head resting upon his chest. She was dazing in and out of sleep after a long day at the precinct.
"What are you looking at?" questioned Kate
"Nothing" he smiled coyly before drifting off into a sweet slumber.