This is a little different as it'll be a place to post all of the things that come across my mind that I don't have the patience to turn into a full fic. Expect tropes, mostly fluff, not much plot, differing styles, each chapter to be a different pairing/fam relationship, just all the things. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: Bobby helps Athena unwind after a long day at work.

"Burning the midnight oil again, sarg?" One of the LAPD's newest recruits, Braxton, asks as she passed through the precinct.

Athena sighed. "Looks like it, gotta get through all this paperwork from today," the papers make an exaggerated sound as she flips through them.

Braxton gives her a sympathetic look as she puts her jacket and hat. "Well, don't stay too late."

"I won't," she watches Braxton pack the rest of her things in her bag and put it on her back, "tell Nylah I said hello."

"I will. See you tomorrow, bright and early," she gave her a small wave and walked away.

"On time. I let it slide once, it won't happen again," Athena said in her best "scaring the shit out the new recruits voice".

Braxton turned around, gave her firm "yes ma'am", a half-assed salute, and left through the double doors.

Athena let out a chuckle at the barely 25 year old, young woman. She was thankful for her for keeping things interesting around here and trying to boost morale. As there was none right now. That's why she was still there instead of with her husband and children. There has been a massive uptick in violence in the last few months that had the city completely on edge. It's had her coming in earlier and leaving later almost daily now.

Her eyes came across the photos sitting on her desk, one of May and Harry, one of her and Bobby. She felt guilty about working more and not being able to spend as much time with them. She was usually gone before they got up and back by the time her children were asleep. She picked up the photo of her kids. They understood, she knew they did, she just hated it. A necessary evil of the life she's chosen.

She put the photo back in its place and pulled out her phone to check the time. 22:03. She also saw a missed text from Bobby. What time can I expect you home tonight. She looked at the stack with a grimace and made a decision: she was leaving at 11. Whatever was not done would get done tomorrow.

Sorry for replying so late, I'll be home around 11:15, 11:30 at the latest, she replied.

Not even a minute later. It's fine, I know you're busy. Okay, see you then. Don't work too hard. Love you.

Love you too xx

She smiled and pocketed her phone. She threw herself into herself back into her work, trying to get as much done in her newly allotted time frame. She worked great under pressure after all.

XXXXX

It's was 11:20 pm when she walked through the door of her home. The usual silence she was greeted wasn't noticed as her senses were hit with the most delicious smells. It was serving to remind her of how much she hadn't eaten in the last nine hours. She placed her badge and gun in the lock box she kept in the utility closet.

"Harry." Silence.

"May." Silence.

"Bobby." Silence. That was a little odd.

She called out to him again and still no answer. She walked into kitchen to find it spotless, save for the covered plate sitting on the island with a note on top.

Eat.

(I know you haven't had anything in a while)

A smile crossed her face as she placed the note down and removed the top. She was never more thankful to have a husband that was a (unofficial) master chef in her life. Not to say Michael couldn't cook, because he could, but, yeah. There was pork roast, rice, and vegetables that looked just as good as they smelled. Her growling stomach was winning over the curiosity of where her husband was.

"Are you, at least, going to join me?" She called out.

Silence.

"Right," she rolled her eyes playfully as she sat down at the table with her plate, "what are you up to Robert."

After she finished her meal that, of course, tasted as good as it looked and smelled, she went upstairs. She stopped by both of her children's rooms to find them clean (ish) and no sign they had been there. She didn't remember them having any plans for the night. Continuing down the short hall to her bedroom, she made a point to ask Bobby about it when she sees him.

She pushed the door open, to find the room sparsely lit by candles. She let out a squeak of surprise as she looked around the room. There was a bottle of red wine in a bucket of ice on the dresser. As she got a closer look she could see it was her favorite. She headed to the brightly lit bathroom that caught her eye. She found a set up of her favorite scented candles on the counter, giving off the calming aroma of lavender and vanilla, and bath had been drawn. She bent down and ran her hands through the water, finding still warm.

"Welcome home, Sergeant." Her slight startle at the sound of his voice quickly turned to elation. She turned around to see him standing in the doorway, holding a glass of the wine

"Where did you-"

"I trust that all of this has been okay," he said as he walked towards her.

"More than," she took the glass from his hand, placed it on the counter and greeted him properly. She wrapped her arms around him and they shared a searing kiss before she asked, "where are the kids?"

"With Michael, May asked him to get them after I told her what I was planning. She was more than willing to make herself scarce," Athena chuckled, "everything is taken care taken care of, all I want you to do is focus on relaxing."

"You are wonderful, thank you for this," she said softly against his lips. "So, uh, are you joining me?"

"Tempting," he removed his hands from around her waist and caressed lightly down her arms before reaching her hands, "But I'll pass this time around. This is for you," he brought her fingers up to his lips, "stay as long as you need and meet me in the bedroom when you're done."

"Don't tell me there's more."

"Alright, I won't tell you," Bobby said as he left the bathroom.

She shook her head at him. She picked her glass of wine and took a swig before quickly stripping out of her uniform. As she sunk down into the warm water the tension in her stressed, stiff, and slightly bruised from the events of today body start to melt. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind mind of everything that didn't include how much she need this and how much her husband, apparently, knew she did.

XXXXX

Athena zoned back in to the world around her unaware how much time had passed, but more relaxed than she'd been in a while. The water was cooling and her skin was starting to prune, so it was time to leave this little piece of paradise. Wrapping herself in a towel, she blew out the candles, and left the bathroom.

"Better?" Bobby asked her from the other side of the bed.

"Much," she drew out skeptically as saw the towel spread over the bed.

"What? You told me not to tell you that there was more." He said obviously seeing the look on her face. "Lay down on the bed, on your stomach, without the towel."

Her eyebrow raised at the request, but she obliged, wondering where this was going. Once her body was situated, she felt the bed dip with his weight, him straddle her, and heard the pop of a bottle cap. The moan came from her lips and she sunk further into the mattress as Bobby's oil-slicked hands massaged into her shoulders.

His sure fingers dipped into her back and came back around down her shoulder, hitting the bruise on her right one. Her grunt and flinch in slight pain gave him pause.

"What's wro-" He was going to ask before he put eyes on the darkening area.

She kept her head turned away from him. "Routine traffic stop, gone wrong. Turned out she had a warrant and wasn't going to jail without a fight. Gave me a good kick during a tackle. It's not a big deal." She didn't hesitate to explain.

He didn't respond. She didn't have to see his eyes to know he wanted to say more. He just knew not to. It was par for the course. This isn't the first time and, most likely, won't be the last. Sometimes they came back to each other bruised and worse for ware. They didn't like it, but...

He pressed a kiss to the area, lingering there a bit. She turned towards him, raised her arm and ran her fingers through his hair lovingly. It said all they need to.

The tense moment gone, he returned his attentions back to massage he was giving her. It was silent, save for her little whimpers of pleasure. His hands had traveled to her lower back.

"Having fun back there?"

"Lots."

She was thoughtful for a moment before saying, "thanks for this, it's... everything. I love you, I hope I've shown you that as much as you've shown me."

He stopped his movements and moved off of her. "Flip over," she turned and sat up, "I wanted to look into her eyes when I say this."

"Um, I'm fairly certain my eyes aren't down there."

"Shush," she smirk and crossed her arms over her chest. His face turned serious before he said, "of course, you have. Even when you don't think so. And no thanks necessary. I just hate I didn't think about something like this sooner. You've been so tense and stressed and tired lately."

"Bobby."

"I know." He said cutting her off. "And you have nothing to be sorry or feel guilty about. It's fine, I understand. We all do. I'm glad I got a bit of my wife back tonight."

He was a relief to her just by just being who he was. He wasn't perfect, but he was hers and she was forever grateful. She moved closer to him and captured his lips. "I love you, I can't say anything other than that right now, but I just really love you."

"I love you, too."

He put his finger under her chin and brought his lips to hers again. What started as chaste turned hungry before they have to break for air. "So, while we're on the subject, how far does that stress relief thing extend?"

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