Kevlar
Author's Note: I had another quick scene for today but then I saw all the Kevlar pictures, and this happened.
Let me know your thoughts.
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"Ow," he said as Liz pulled at the straps on his Kevlar vest.
"Sorry," she apologized as she tried to be gentler while he cradled his arm.
"Liz, it's fine I can…"
She huffed and ignored him and continued to remove the vest, carefully.
"It's pretty rank, you don't want to…" Ressler started to apologize, aware of all the sweating that he had done in his shirt and vest in the last hour.
"You know, it is…potent," Liz chuckled as she pulled it over his head and away from his body.
He chuckled. "I have been running a lot."
She carried it at an arms length away from her and threw it in the back seat of their car.
"Thanks," he sighed as he watched the EMTs work on the victims.
"Let's…" Liz gestured toward the ambulance.
"Let them finish with the kid first," Ressler said as he eyed the 15-year-old boy getting stitches.
He leaned his hips back against the car and she did the same right next to him as they watched the now-parentless child sit and numbly get stitches.
"He has an aunt in LA," Liz explained. "I think she's flying out tonight."
Ressler nodded.
"You think it's broken?" Liz asked as she gestured toward the arm he was cradling.
"Probably," he sighed. "Kevlar only covers so much."
"I always wondered if a man designed it why it didn't cover…" Liz said as her eyes flitted to his nether regions.
He chuckled. "It would have been protective but challenging to run in. I can't imagine something hanging down there while I ran or climbed stairs."
Liz snickered thinking of the other things that were 'hanging down there' as he put it.
"You know what I mean," he scoffed with a smile. "Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Oh, the stench on your vest kept it out of there," Liz chuckled.
"Need I remind you that you once peed your pants in my car," Ressler whispered.
"I was pregnant with Agnes, and we were never to speak of that again!" Liz hissed shocked and laughing.
"All I'm saying is…" Ressler started.
"We should be comfortable with each other's fluids?" Liz asked with a raised eyebrow and a sassy expression that made him bark out a laugh.
"All I'm saying…before I was so rudely interrupted by your pornographic talk…is that you can't complain about my sweaty Kevlar because I didn't complain about the urine smell that took me two weeks to clear out of my car."
She sighed heavily and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Shit, speaking of which," she jumped up and grabbed the Kevlar from the back seat, popped the trunk open, and dumped his smelly vest in the trunk before snapping it shut.
"Good call," he said as she walked back toward him.
The end.