Disclaimer : I don't own the characters !


Two days later !

When Chris and Luca picked him up from the hospital that morning, he couldn't hide his relief. Three days in the hospital were more than enough for him, even if he had been able to take his mind off things by finishing his book and watching a few movies on his phone. Chris's daily visits had done him good, too, but nothing quite equaled the comfort of being at home. He was surprised at the state of the house when he set foot in it. It was spot on.

"Did you do a spring cleaning, or what ?" he asked as he crossed the threshold.

"Yeah, that's one way of looking at it." replied Chris. "Come and sit down !"

She helped him to the sofa, and he let out a groan of happiness.

"Home sweet home !" he breathed.

"Shouldn't you lie down instead ?" Luca asked.

"In a minute." Street replied. "Let me enjoy this moment."

"Okay, I'm going to go buy something to eat. We didn't have time to fill the fridge." Luca said. "We made a list with Chris, do you want anything in particular ?"

"No, just what I usually take." Street replied.

"Hmm, that's a good way to pass the time." he muttered against her lips.

"Watch out cowboy, you're recovering. No sex for a while." she warned him.

"I can still use my fingers." he reminded her. "You know how good I am with my fingers."

Oh yes, she knew it. Chris blushed, feeling a familiar tingle in his lower abdomen. She clenched her thighs, which Street noticed.

"A problem, my love ?" he asked, smirking.

"No !" she replied, before clearing her throat.

"You know, the doctor said I'll be fine in two weeks." he said. "Can you wait until then ?"

"It will be hard, but I don't have much choice." she says. "Besides, I can always take care of myself."

"Chris…" he growled, feeling his penis twitch as he imagined Chris masturbating.

She kissed him.

"I can play with your nerves too." she whispered to him.

"Okay, I stop if you stop." he offered.

"Ok, I stop !" She smiled and kissed him again. "It's time for you to find your bed again."

"Our bed !" he corrected.

His bed was more comfortable than ever. Farewell to the horrible hospital bed. Hello true comfort. Chris helped him get out of his shoes and then lay down under the blanket.

"Sleep !" she told him, kissing him on the forehead. "I'll bring you food anytime soon."

"Stay with me !" he begged. "I know you haven't slept very well the last few days."

He was right. Street in the hospital, Chris had barely slept a wink. She walked around the bed, took off her shoes, her jacket and slipped under the blanket. She lay on her side next to him, her head close to his shoulder, and put her left arm across his chest.

When he returned from shopping, silence greeted Luca. He called his roommates once. Without answers. Putting the bags in the kitchen, he went to look in the bedroom, the door of which had remained open. Sketching a smile in front of the sleeping shapes of his friends, Luca closed the door and went back to put the groceries away. He didn't wake either of them for the next few hours, and three hours passed when Street emerged from the bedroom.

"A helping hand, buddy ?" Luca asked.

"No it's fine. The doctor said I could walk on my own." Street replied. I just take the time it takes not to wallow. How long have I slept ?"

"About three hours." Luca said. "I made some mac and cheese, in case you were hungry."

"You're the best, buddy."

Street disappeared into the bathroom, and did what he had to do before heading back to the kitchen. Despite his protests, Luca helped his into a chair.

"You need to take your antibiotics." he said, reaching for them in Street's bag.

"I feel like a twelve-year-old kid." grumbled Street.

"You were shot in the stomach." Luca said. "Stop complaining and let yourself be pampered by your best friend and your girlfriend."

He put a plate of hot mac and cheese on the table, a bottle of water before putting two antibiotic tablets in his hand.

"Come on, bottoms up buddy !" he said, handing her the bottle of water, the cap of which he had opened.

Street swallowed the pills, washing them down with a long swig of water.

"Enjoy your meal !" Luca said.

They were in the middle of their meal when Chris emerged from the bedroom as well. After passing through the bathroom, she stood behind Street as Luca got up to serve her a plate. Chris waited for her man to turn his head towards her to lean in and give him a long kiss before sitting down in a chair. Lunch was over, Luca was doing the dishes and Chris was helping Street to the couch when their phones rang. They were called to the field.

"Okay handsome!" Chris told Street. She handed him the TV remote, and made sure he was seated. "We have to go."

"I'd guessed." he scoffed.

Chris kissed him, and went to retrieve her things from the bedroom.

"Okay, there's food in the fridge." Luca said. "We're going to lock up, just in case. Rest, don't move forward in the series that the three of us have started to follow, and don't open the door to strangers."

"Chris, do me a favor and make sure you lose him on the way home." Street replied.

"I'll try, but I don't promise you anything." said the latter. "We're doing it as fast as we can. I love you !"

"I love you too." Street replied. "Be careful !"

"And me, no sweets words ?" Luca huffed.

"Be careful, sweetheart !" Street teased.

Triggering Chris' hilarity.

...

As soon as he found himself alone, Street fired up Netflix and scoured the movie catalog. He was following several series, with Chris and Luca, and the three of them had promised each other not to move forward without the others, so he launched the first Transformers. After ten minutes in the movie, he paused, got up cautiously and went into the bedroom to retrieve his phone before returning to sit on the sofa and restarting the film. He would so love to be able to be on the field with them. There, sitting on the sofa, he felt useless. He shook his head and forced himself to concentrate on the movie. He had taken a bullet in the stomach, for God's sake. He had to rest and follow the doctor's instructions, if he wanted to be able to return to service with the team in a month. Changing his position, he lay down on the sofa, on the side where he had no pain and wedged a cushion under his head and watched the film. He was at the scene where Sam and Mikaela were meeting Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots, when someone knocked on the door. He swore between his teeth, paused and got up as best he could. He looked through the peephole to see who his visitor was, and frowned before opening it.

"Mrs. Harrelson ?" he wondered. "What are you doing here ?"

Hondo's mother was a very beautiful woman for her age, and above all someone who had a very strong temper.

"I heard what happened to you, I wanted to make sure you were okay." she says. "And also, Hondo asked me to bring you his famous gumbo."

She lifted a shopping bag with her right hand.

"That's very nice." he said to him. "Come in, please."

He closed the door behind her.

"Excuse me for a minute ? I have to go to the bathroom." he said.

"Yes, go ahead." she answered. "Are you hungry ?"

"I got off the table less than an hour ago but, thank you." He returned after a few minutes. "Can I get you something to drink ? Coffee ? Tea ?"

"Show me where the ingredients are and I'll take care of it." she told him.

Feeling tired, he didn't protest and explained to her where to find what was needed to make tea or coffee, then he went back to lie down on the sofa. Except he didn't lay down fully.

"Hondo asked you to spy on me ?" he asked, smirking.

"Rather to make sure you rest." she answered. "You are like the little brother he never had."

It is true that he was the youngest of the team. If Buck Spivey had been a father figure to him after his mother was sent to prison for his father's murder, the rest of the S.W.A.T. had become a second family for him.

"I caused him quite a bit of trouble when I came to S.W.A.T." Street said. "I'm still amazed that he gave me a second chance."

"Daniel doesn't give anyone a second chance." Charice brought him a chamomile, and sat down on the couch, facing him with her own mug. "Drink, it will do you good."

Indeed, it did him good, and he felt more relaxed than ever after drinking the whole cup.

"How's it going with Chris ?" Charice, who had cleaned the mugs, asked and sat back on the couch.

"Better than ever." he replied. "I feel like I belong when I'm with her. I just hope it will last."

"Why wouldn't it last ?" she wanted to know.

"We both do the same job, and I know I could never ask her to choose between the job and the life I want to have with her." he explained. "But I tell myself that we have time. We are young, and I want to take advantage of what we have at the moment."

"Do you see yourself spending your life with her ?" Charice asked.

"Yes, and I told her." he said.

"You'll get there, I'm sure." Charice asserted.

They were still talking when the nurse sent by the hospital arrived. She changed Street's bandage under the watchful eye of Charice.

"The wound is closing normally." she said taking off her gloves. She listened to his heart, then took his blood pressure. "Everything looks normal." And wrote everything down in a notebook, which she put on the coffee table. "Take your antibiotics with meals, rest but take time to walk, even if you stay indoors."

"Okay !" he said.

"I'll come back tomorrow at the same time, and avoid wetting the bandage." she told him before leaving.

He got up from the sofa to go to the bathroom. The chamomile hadn't just relaxed him. When he got out, he let out a powerful yawn.

"Go to bed, young man !" Charice told him.

"No, I'll be fine I…"

"Ah, we're not talking." she cut him off. "I'm sure I'll find something to do."

She picked up Street's phone from the couch, and brought it to him.

"Are you going to make me call Chris ?"

He abdicated, and went into the bedroom. Charice followed him, helped him to lie down, and covered him with the blanket.

"I'll bring you some water, just in case." Two minutes later, she put a bottle of water on the bedside table. "Rest, Jim."

"Thank you, Mrs. Harrelson, for coming and keeping me company." he said in a sleepy voice.

He did not hear her answer, that he sank into the arms of Morpheus.

A delicious smell of meat and vegetables roused him from his sleep. When he sat up, the bedroom door opened slowly. He turned on the bedside lamp to lighten the room a little.

"Hello Darling !"

Chris's soft voice drew a sigh of happiness from him.

"Don't tell me I slept all afternoon." he grumbled.

"You did !" she said as she went to kiss him, cupping his face in her hands. "It's past nine o'clock. You are hungry ?"

"Starving !" he replied.

"Luca heats up the gumbo that Hondo made." she told him.

She helped him out of bed, took him to the bathroom to change his sweaty clothes. On the way, she made him sit on a chair and washed him with a washcloth.

"It's official, it sucks getting shot." he muttered.

"Stop complaining". Chris said, pulling the wet washcloth over his chest.

"Oh no, there I can do it." he stopped her when she approached his cock. "I better do it, especially if I have to wait two weeks before I can make love to you."

"Okay !" she said with a shrug.

She put the washcloth in the basin in the sink, then undressed and stepped into the shower. Street sighed in frustration. Seeing Chris's naked body didn't really leave the young man indifferent. And dripping with water, too. Street forced himself to look away and finished cleaning himself with the washcloth. He grabbed his clean clothes, and even while sitting on the chair, he couldn't put his jogging on without hurting. The water in the shower stopped running, and Chris got out, wrapping a towel around her body. There she bent down in front of her man and helped him get dressed.

"I hate that." he said.

"Hey…" She cupped his face in her hands. "I'm not going to have the same conversation with you over and over again, so stop complaining. I'm helping you get dressed. Me. Not a stranger. Me, and I love you, Jim Street."

"I love you, and I ask your forgiveness." he said.

"Let's stop talking about it." she said, before welding their lips together.

The gumbo had no chance of survival. The three roommates devoured it.

"I'm going to do an hour of weight training tomorrow to get rid of all that." said Luca, at the end of the meal.

"It was really good." Chris sighed.

Street, he, took his phone and photographed the empty dish, then added it to a text message he sent to Hondo.

[From Street]

Thanks for the gumbo, boss. Not a single crumb remains.

P.S. Thank your mother for me.

He didn't need to elaborate further, and Hondo's response confirmed it. Street wanted to help clean up the kitchen, but was sent back to bed by Chris and Luca. Especially by Chris, whose mere gaze dissuaded him from wanting to argue. So he went to get into bed, but he didn't get any sleep at all, so he took out his phone, put on his headphones and started a tv show he hadn't seen yet, and wasn't following with Chris , nor with Luca. He was halfway through the second episode when Chris slid in beside him. He handed her a headset, and turned the phone to her so she could follow.

"You've seen it ?" he asked.

"I only saw the first season." she answered. "I never found the time to continue."

"We could continue just you and me, in the evening ?" he offered.

"What if I have to go to work ? Or if I'm at work ?" she asked.

"All I have to do is get myself a new book, or watch a movie instead." he said, kissing her on the forehead.

"I'll stop by the bookstore tomorrow and bring you the book of your choice." she told him.

"I made a list." he said.

"You'll pass it to me." she answered. "Come on, focus on the episode or you're not going to follow anything anymore."

They watched until halfway through episode three, when fatigue set in on both lovers. Street turned off the phone, and put it on his nightstand before lying down. Chris kissed him, and lay down next to him, one arm across his chest.

"Wish I could hug you again." he breathed.

Yes, so does she !