A/N: Kinda short, but it's somewhat B/A, and that's what counts, right? In case you can't tell, I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that it is...anyways, yeah. I'm leaving now before I start rambling, but one more thing: CI is not mine...
She'd always been one to believe that she didn't need anyone to make her feel safe. She had a badge; she had a gun…she might've been short, but she was a cop, and damned if anyone would do what they would with her without her say so. That was just the way it was. It had been that way in Vice, continued to be that way in Major Case, and would continue to be so as long as she was a cop. Or so she thought.
Sometimes talking to people was a bit more frightening than she cared to admit. She hated feeling threatened, and could usually use her snark to make the feeling go away, but that didn't always work. It was then that she resorted to other tactics, such as leaving. Or reaching for her gun, which was exactly what she found herself doing. If this guy got any closer to her, he was not going to like what he got.
The sound of someone shouting broke through her nervous thoughts .She looked up, and there was that familiar brown portfolio flying in the direction of the one she was backing away from. And then there was her partner, looking more annoyed than she felt, walking closer to make sure she was all right. And suddenly it hit her.
She did need someone to make her feel safe…she needed him. And as they left this so-called threatening figure behind, she found herself marveling at how safe his mere presence made her feel.