Disclaimer: I own frazzled nerves. That is all.
Rodney let out a yelp.
This wasn't the sort of thing he usually said in a briefing so naturally it caught some puzzled looks.
"Something wrong?" Elizabeth asked.
Rodney looked pitiful as he held out his hand and said sulkily,
"I got a papercut. And it's bleeding."
"Papercuts don't bleed," John snorted.
"It's bleeding!" Rodney repeated firmly.
John rolled his eyes and said,
"Are you a big boy or do you need to see Beckett?"
"John," Elizabeth warned.
She looked at Rodney's hand and thoughtfully left the table. She disappeared into her office and came out a few moments later with a bandaid. Elizabeth walked around to him and gently applied it to his sore finger. She asked with a small smile,
"Do you need me to kiss it better?"
"That doesn't work," Rodney said stiffly.
Elizabeth, regardless, gave the bandaided finger a quick little peck. She countered matter-of-factly,
"But it does help the pain."