Bathing in sweat Monica wakes up. Totally upset she reaches for the phone and turns Dogget's number.
Dooget's P.O.V.
I just put on the telly when my phone starts ringing. I reach out with my left arm and answer it.
"Doggett" It stays quiet on the other end of the line.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"H.. Hello ?"
"Monica? Is this you?"
"Jo.. John. Yes it's me, can you come over please?"
I don't answer and just throw the phone down. I grab my jacket and get in the car. All the way to her apartment I keep thinking what could have happened. She sounded really upset and her voice was thick, like she had been crying a few moments before she called.
"This probably has something to do with the fact that she was late this morning." I think to myself. I'm beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Do I really wanna know what happened to her this morning?" "Yes I do, Monica is my partner, she's not just my partner, she's also my friend, maybe even more. And if she needs me, I'll be there for her."
A few moments later I arrive at her apartment and knock on the door. It takes a few moments before she answers it. And when she does, she just looks at me, her eyes all red from crying. The way she is standing there, looking so vulnerable, all tucked away in her robe, makes my heart weak. I move in closer and embrace her against my chest. For a moment she doesn't move and just lets me hug her. But than her arms find their way under my jacket, around my waist. She moves her head a little so she is resting on my shoulder.
I just hug her more tightly and don't wanna let go. She feels so good in my arms. But this isn't for me... it's for her. I know she needs some comfort right now.
"Auw"
All I hear is a whimper. I know I wasn't suppose to hear it, but I did. I move back a little to look up into her face, but she keeps her eyes firmly on the ground. Her hair is hanging over her face like a curtain. I lift her chin up with one finger and urge her to look at me. She moves away.
"John, I... "She doesn't finish her sentence and I know she has trouble telling me. I cup her face and look her straight in the eye while saying "Monica, you can tell me. I'm here for you." I can see a little smile appearing. "I know John. I know."
She takes my hands and leads me towards her couch. We go sit and I can see her wince in pain again.
"Monica what happened to you? She just sits there with her hands folded in her lap, staring at them. Again she looks so vulnerable. So unlike the Monica Reyes I know.
I grab hold of one hand.
"Monica, why did you call me?"
This seems to get her attention and she looks up at me.
"Umm" she sighs "This is gonna sound weird but I had a bad dream. And when I woke up I didn't know what to do. So I just grabbed my phone and called you." A blush appears on her cheeks.
"I'm glad you called me."
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