No one had actually thought about it. They knew he had them, the scars and mental wounds done to an innocent man who was set up. Cops didn't belong in prison, and Charlie was a cop through and through. But now, as the paramedics cut off his expensive dress shirt, it became very clear just how much damage was done to this man.

Dani Reese had already seen his scars. He had already told her how he got them, and the tattoos. The circular burn rings that trailed up and down his inner bicep were from cigarettes being pushed into his skin. The many small pink scars were form being cut or shanked. Charlie even had other burn scars from being electrocuted. On his back he had several lash marks from where he said a guard had used an extension cord. Of course, there were stories but any involving guards just seemed to piss Charlie off so much that he'd go silent and try to change the subject. Charlie had several tattoos. Most, you could tell, he was being held down for. Like 'jura' or 'killer cop'. But there were three that he got when he got out, his previous serial number as a cop, his prison number, and a cross that represented his morning for his best friend and his family that were murdered.

So because she had already seen him without his clothes being used as armor, she was more focused on if her partner was going to be okay. He had covered her, using himself as a shield as their suspect went to shoot her. Of course, the suspect was dead now. You don't draw on one of them and think you can get away with it. He had been with it only a few minutes ago but even as Tidwell applied pressure, he had lost a lot of blood.

"Do you know if he has any allergies to medication?" one of the medics asks. Tidwell shook his head no, he didn't know.

"No, he doesn't. His blood typed B neg." Reece answers instead. She can feel eyes on her.

"Thanks, we'll hook him up as soon as we can get him loaded. We got to move fast so if you're coming with us you better get moving. Reese nodded, not even looking at Tidwell for permission.

Crews blinked his eyes open for a few seconds as they loaded him. All he could make out were two people standing over him, causing him to react.

"Woah, Crews, your safe, its okay" He heard Reese speak. He looked to where he heard her, even as the medics restrained him.

"Hey Reese" Crews says smiling, as if he hadn't been shot.

"Hey Crews" Reese says smiling back.

Crews drifted back into the darkness. The medics sighed in relief, for a guy on the verge of death he was pretty strong.

…

"So he'll be okay?" Reese double checked. The doctor nodded his head.

"Yes, he'll be fine. He'll need to rest to recover though." The doc said. Reese nods in understanding.

…

"He said you need to rest Crews!" Reese objected pushing him back to his side of his bed. Crews was smiling.

"I'm in bed, and I am resting." Crews says as he inches closer. Reese raises an eyebrow at him, watching him stalk closer to her. She caves after a few seconds, lowering just slightly. And like a lion waiting for his prey to show weakness, he reacted. His kiss was dominating but gentle, something no man has ever been able to give her.

Only Charlie Crews could make her feel like he belonged to her without feeling owned…