Authors note: Wow I'm just realizing how bad my typing is. Sorry for any errors, I'm doing my best to slowly re-edit things that are already posted. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, I'm having a lot of fun writing this and I'm glad it shows.
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"Just lift that left arm a little higher Mr. Munch," the pretty physical theripist said.
"That's Detective Munch," he growled. There would've been a time when he would've hit on her, but not now, he wasinjured and feeling old and grumpyActually the thing that hurt the most right now was his pride.
Whoever he was - he was a lousy shot. Munch sustained minimal damage to his left shoulder and minor burns to his left side when he dropped the kettle and spilled water down himself. Had he lost more blood, it could've been worse, but luckily, Fin had been close by and got there quickly.
"You're free to go today Detective Munch. We'll see you in two days."
"Super, I can't wait," at least he hadn't lost his sarcasm.
Fin stood up in the waiting room when John walked out. Munch could see in his partner's face that he was trying to show sympathy, but what he really wanted to do was make fun of him.
"Are you sure you want to go home?" Fin asked gingerly, avoiding Munch's eyes.
"Of course - home is where my stuff is - whether I get shot there or not. They headed out of the hospital towards the parking garage. "Did you find my glasses? This old pair is making my head hurt."
"No man, the way we figure - the dude watched you struggle until you passed out - kicked the rest of the kitchen window in, grabbed your glasses, then took off out your balcony and down the fire escape."
"So he shot me for my glasses - you know they have these things now called Eye Masters, why doesn't he try there instead. Those kind of shops are everywhere. Hell - if he needed them so badly, I would've gladly just given him them, he didn't have to shoot me!"
"I don't think he's seeing impared, you…" Fin swallowed an insult directed at his partner, "I think he wanted a trophy."
"Well now that he has them, maybe he'll see better enough to shoot me in the head or the heart instead of my shoulder," Munch spat back.
Fin unlocked the passenger side for his wounded friend, then walked around and got in the car himself. He put the key in the ignition, sat back, and let out a sigh.
"What's wrong with you man? You were acting a little un-Munch-like and then you got shot. You've got the whole squad freaking out." Fin looked at Munch and Munch looked back at him, and for the first time he saw every worry, sorrow, and fear in the older man's eyes - for a brief second Munch let his guard down and he knew what had to be done.
"Fin - drive to the station house - its time to unlock the bottom drawer."
