"You were suspended four times when you were 16, Carol! I never took you as one to break the rules so readily"
"I told you… I did loads of things my mother never approved of when I was 16"
Their evening began with them setting up camp in Tony's living room, surrounded by files on Father Callaway and takeaway containers. Soon Carol had migrated to the floor, pouring over the files in hope that they would give some indication as to where they could track down the Priest. Throwing the file aside Carol attempted to stretch the knots out of her back, wincing as she did so. Seeing her grimace Tony did something that was extremely out of character, he reached over and began massaging the knots out of Carol's back.
"hmm… that is exactly what the Dr ordered" Carol leant back into Tony's embrace. They remained that way for a while, no words spoken just Carol sitting between Tony's legs with him massaging out the knots in her back. To a casual observer it would appear as if they were a couple enjoying nothing more than each others company. In reality the gentle caress was the only thing keeping the both from reaching breaking point. This case was horrific on so many levels, and the personal connection that Carol had to it was something new for the pair to address.
Before long Tony felt the tension ease out of Carol's body, her shoulders relaxed and she leant further back into his embrace and rested her head on Tony's knee. Glancing at the clock Tony saw that it was getting very late, or early, depending on how you looked at it. Removing his hands from her shoulder's Tony gently turned Carol around so that he could see her face.
"Do you want to sleep here tonight?"
"mmkay…" Not having the energy to argue Carol stifled a yawn with the back of her hand. Using Tony's knee to brace herself she rose and stretched, Tony watching every inch of her graceful body. Shaking himself Tony stood and gently grasped Carol by the hand and led her to the bedroom.
The next day as Carol walked into the station she prepared herself to reveal her secret to the team. Pushing open the class door which lead to her teams bullpen she took a deep breath. Kevin was at his desk, coffee pot teetering on the edge piled on a stack of newspapers, Paula was on the phone a frown on concentration wrinkling her forehead. With a sigh Carol called the team to attention.