A/N: A little nothing drabble that I typed out after rewatching a Knight on the Grid, season 3 episode 8. I own nothing, etcetera. Tell me if it sucks, yeah?
I kissed him.
It was short, sweet-barely a proper kiss. He didn't have to do what he had done for me. If I had been in his position I don't know if I'd have done the same; if I would have broken protocol the way he had done for me. In our line of work, protocol is everything. How many times had criminals gotten off charges of murder or worse because someone didn't follow the correct protocol?
I know the situation here wasn't quite the same as a murder investigation. But still, it meant a lot.
So, I kissed him.