Grayson lips are soft under his own. Soft and cold.

"Come on, Grayson, stay with me" Tiger growl softly as he retracts and starts again to compress the other agent chest.
He cannot waist time to admire the long eyelashes and the soft lisp, soft and so so cold, and the chiseled face, framed by dark hair matted with icy water and warm blood. He spare just a glance to the would on Grayson temple. He is loosing a lot of blood, but that's normal with head injuries.

He is more concerned about his cold, soft lips, that are turning blue.

"Don't do me that, Grayson..." He murmurs and than, louder "Matron, we really need that helicopter now!"
"Is coming... How is Dick doing?" Tiger knows that she is fond for the adopted gothamite, but the concerns in her tone surprise him nevertheless.

"Is still unresponsive, no pulse nor breath. I'm keep doing CPR, but is three minutes now"

Crack

"Shit!" Tiger cannot contain is frustration.
"What happened" come from the
"I broke on of his rib... I don't know if he is going to do that..." Tiger is shaking now, but he is attributing that to diving in a mountain lake in December, to save his injured partner.

The scenes replay in his head:

The run in the forest to catch their target, the man feeling trapped when he arrived to the lake, the fight and then the accomplice appearing out of nowhere, and the gun shooting to Tiger.

His partner tackling him out of the trajectory, getting injured in the process and falling in the lake unconscious.

Tiger shooting to the two man, to hell Matron and her mission for taking the target alive, to hell that sweet hearth of Grayson and his no-kill rule, and diving in the lake.

Endlessly searching for his partner in the icy lake, and rescuing him.

Realise that he wasn't breathing and start the CPR.

The report to matron between the moment he had to breath for him.

And Grayson soft blue icy lips.

So soft.

So cold.

He is trembling, but to be honest with himself, is not for the his soaked clothes.

"Please, Grayson, I cannot lose you as well" Tiger chokes out.

And then, Dick starts to cough, and Tiger gently turns him to lie on his side, gently rubbing his back as his partner coughs out all the water from his lungs.

And finally the helicopter approaches and Tiger, minding the broken rib, lifts his partner in bridal style, "come on, Grayson, let's go home"

The only answer is a sound between a growl and a whine, but as Tiger starts towards the landing spot, Grayson seems regain some lucidity "the target?" He asks weakly.

Tiger finds himself holding the other man in a way that will not allow him to see the corpses. But then again, the other man wasn't trained by Batman for nothing, and those blue, piercing eyes stares accusatory to him. But for once Grayson keeps his mouth shout. He crawls more in the other man embrace, fidgety till he found a position in which the pain in his rib is acceptable. Tiger looks directly in front of him, not acknowledging Grayson's staring at him. In this moment the Afghan is more concerns with the lack of shivering in the other man. Hypothermia, on a severe degree if he's not shivering.

They arrive at the helicopter, and Tiger find in it two thermal blanket. He wraps his partner in the first, but then the doubt that that could not be enough, he was so cold, and his hypothermia so severe, that makes Tiger slide under the same blanket.

Grayson's piercing eyes are staring at him again, but this time is different, even if Tiger cannot point out why.
Than that goofy smile that characterise his partner reappears, "aww, you KISSED me"
"I was resuscitating you, idiot"
His partner ignores him and, in a suggestive way adds "you know, he will warm up faster without this wet clothes..."

"Matron, the idiot is fine, and I'm regretting saving him"


Notes: I'm not sure if that is a one shot, or the first part of a bigger story... I guess it will depends on the feedback... Let me know what do you think of it, please!