Title: Reason
Angry blue and guilty blue locked together. Even as Hawkeye bent, retrieving the fallen letter, their eyes held.
"You?"
"Me."
"You took my letter?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because it's from him," BJ hissed, dropping his eyes.
"So what?"
"I didn't want you to read it."
"Why the hell not?" BJ said nothing. "You'd better explain yourself, Hunnicutt."
BJ looked up at the thinly veiled threat, his own eyes darkening.
"That's my reason."
"Not good enough."
"Okay," BJ grabbed Hawkeye, jerked him forward and kissed him hungrily. "How's that for a reason?"