a/n: hi everyone, here is a little oneshot post 5x25. not my usual fluff but i hope you like it anyways.:)
Body crush
I felt his body crush me to the floor, encasing me protectively. His hands fell on my head as we tumbled to the ground. I stopped breathing and in the chaos that was erupting all around, I could still hear his heart, a steady beat that let me know he was still there. I focused on him only, his hands on my head, his chest on my back, his breath on my neck.
It felt like an eternity before either of us moved. He did first and I followed his lead. I had shut my eyes at some point and didn't dare open them yet. I don't think I was ready to face the possible outcome of that shoot-out.
I felt Danny's hand brush my hair as if to get something out of it -- probably glass. Then his hand went to stroke my arm in a comforting gesture. That was what I needed to boost my courage. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes. They needed a moment to focus and get used to the light again but then he appeared. I gasped at the scrapes he sported on his face, a reason, no doubt, of him protecting me. Glass had cut his beautiful face but I was relieved to see him otherwise unharmed. He moved his lips but no sound came out, come to think of it, there was no sound anywhere else. I saw Danny's lips move again and his hands cupped my cheeks.
And as if his touch suddenly held some kind of magical power, my ears were assaulted by the sounds around me -sirens from police cars and fire trucks and ambulances, voices yelling unintelligible things.
"Linds', you alright?" And then his voice, his accent, his concern transpiring in those three little words.
"Yes." I managed to croak. He rushed me to his chest and my mind immediately traveled to a similar embrace that we shared what feels like a lifetime ago. After a few seconds that felt much too short, Danny pulled apart and stood up before helping me up too. He began to look around and I saw the change. Reassured I was alright, my devoted and worried husband turned into the committed detective that he was.
Suddenly, I saw horror cross his face. His eyes widened and welled up, his mouth hung open and his whole body tensed. I recognized that look, I hated that look. That look didn't mean anything promising for us or for them.
I didn't want to, yet I knew I had to, so I slowly began to turn around. I was already crying, tears were running down my face but they didn't prepare me for what I was about to discover. I was seeing what Danny had seen now and I gasped at once: "Oh my God."
a/n: so? what did you think?