Not beta'd
She came home submerged in a cloud of misery. Her forehead lines were creased. Her body posture was slumped. She appeared exhausted and the way she squinted her eyes and rubbed her forehead crease, goren knew she was plagued by one of her epic migraines.
"Uh oh. What did you in today?
"The captain thinks he can turn me over to working with a new partner by bombarding with paperwork and busy work. I think any text I see are just transformed into squiggles by this point." She palmed her face briefly and rolled her shoulders back. "We had a lovely conversation about my role as a senior detective and about my responsibilities. He doesn't get it. He doesn't understand how difficult i can be but if he keeps pushing me, he will find out."
"Look out captain. Apparently, he hasn't had much experience with that stubborn streak of yours. C'mere."
She sat in the chair and leaned her neck and head back as he positioned himself behind her. He began kneading her neck and temples in an attempt to sooth her knotted muscles before massaging her shoulders.
"Oh that's nice."
"Did you give you any indication of when I'd be back?"
"No. The chief has an axe to the grind, Bobby. He has really got it in for you."
"Yeah and a major stick up his ass."
Eames let out a light laugh. "It doesn't help that you are always pushing his buttons. You know, you could just pretend to play ball. I know. I know."
"Ah I'm not going to fold because of their egos."
"Men and their egos." She shook her head with a smirk on her face. "How was Dr. Olivet?"
"Psht a waste of time."
"doesn't have to be."
He gave no response.
"You could make use of that time. Let her help you into a new springboard for when you come back."
"When you went to therapy did you talk about me?
"Well I kinda had other things on my mind."
He smiled "yeah, I know but I never came up?"
"Oh yeah I went on and on about this pain in ass, hot man I was fucking that oh yeah happens to be my partner." They both chuckle.
"Not exactly like that...no um like did I come up when you talked about what you went through...it's just we spent a lot of time together during that time and it would make sense."
"What you getting at, Bobby?" She scrunched her eyes confused where this line of conversation was headed. "Are you worried that I may have told her something personal about you or is it more of you want to talk about me but unsure?"
"I don't know."
"No, see with you. You always know what you're thinking. What's going on? Did something come up today?"
"She just said something about helplessness and it got me thinking."
"Not exactly the word I would use to describe you but," she turned her head to look at him,"it makes sense you may feel a loss of control, lately. You have been dealing with a lot which is why I think talking may help."
"We talk."
"Yes but you don't really open up a lot to me either. You hold a lot in. Someone on the outside may be easier to open up to."
"I don't trust her. I trust you."
She smiled. She knew that but it was nice to hear it come out of his mouth accompanied by the sincerity she found in his eyes.
"So did you wanna talk...you know about what happened in tates?"
