Disclaimer: See first chapter.
He opens his front door, feeling the simple act drain him. He's exhausted, physically; mentally shattered.
No matter how well he keeps his emotions checked behind a cool layer of detachment, some cases… just get to him.
He's already planning to seek solace in a glass of scotch when he hears movement behind. He stops, turns.
And there she is. The best thing that ever happened to him.
He doesn't have to say anything, she just has to look into his eyes and she knows. Understands. She crosses to him silently, and taking her in his arms, he finds comfort.
A/N: Thanks to Ray LaMontagne for the inspiration.