A/N: This is a little sequel/companion piece to one of my older stories, Support. You might want to read that before you read this one. Only one more chapter after this one!

Balance

"Munch...Munch...John, you big sleepyhead! Wake up!" She commanded, leaning over the edge of the bed to shake his shoulder.

At his insistence, Olivia had spent the night on his couch, instead of going back to her own apartment. Since it was already past midnight by the time she had brought him home, he figured that her going back to her own place would be a waste of time. The couch might have killed her back, but in the light of recent events, namely the incident in the squad room and what happened afterwards, she didn't really mind spending more time with him

"Wait a minute...' she thought, 'his ankle! Crap! He can't even walk on it!" She shook him again, with more force this time.

"John!"

"What?" He mumbled, rolling over. Olivia smiled, chuckling affectionately despite herself.

"Do you still have your crutches from when you hurt your foot last year?" She asked hopefully. He sat up slightly and rubbed at his eyes, speaking more clearly this time, "Yeah. They're in the closet, I think."

While Olivia moved across the room to sort through his closet and find the crutches, he stretched his arms out and reached over to his side table to open the drawer and get out the pair of glassed he kept handy just in case the others broke. Putting them on, he sat up completely and grabbed the crutches from Olivia when she handed them to him.

"Thanks."

"No problem," She said, leaning over and kissing him gently, " now get dressed, we have to be at work in an hour. I drove you home, remember? I could just as easily leave you stranded here."

"Gee, thanks." He snarked. None the less, he got up groggily and began shuffling about his room. Olivia left to give him some privacy and headed out to her car to get her spare change of clothes from the trunk. She changed into them quickly, and then sat on the couch, waiting for Munch to finish getting ready.

Ten minutes later, Munch came hobbling out of his room, crutches in hand and hair still rumpled from sleep.

'His hairs cute when its sticking up like that,' Olivia couldn't help but think. She giggled,

"Nice hair."

Sighing, he ran his hands through it a few times before giving her an annoyed look.

"There. Better?"

She looked him over appreciatively.

"Much."

He smiled at the fact that she was obviously checking him out, and then went into the kitchen. He was surprised to find a pot of coffee already made, though it was undoubtably Olivia's doing. He poured them both a cup, and then after downing it fairly quickly, they both headed to the precinct together.

TBC