Here you go, the third chapter of this story! Thanks so much for the reviews and favs. Enjoy this chapter.
Restless Night
He tossed and turned. Warm blankets and white sheets were falling lazily of the surface of a half empty bed. Sleep seemed to be hard to get tonight as he, once again, turned in his side trying desperately to find a comfortable position.
Part of the alcohol that he had been drinking with her last night, was now painfully leaving his body in the form of tiny drops of sweat that were forming in his forehead, neck and hands, as he made another restless movement. The early night events swam in the vast wide sea of his brain, waves of smells, thoughts, visions and words.
He remembered the immense joy both had felt at the capture of that twisted maniac, and the comfortable feeling of being sat in her office sipping from a bottle of vodka she kept hidden behind the anatomy book in the shelf.
"She said the bottle was waiting for the day when I would come over and celebrate the event." He chuckled to the silent night, remembering how it all begun.
He did too bring his own bottle, thinking in the exact same way. They sipped, drink and sipped again, until they had drink too much, and there were two empty bottles nearby and full open grins on both their faces.
All of that was blurred; the spaces surrounding them seemed to twist and turn, the sounds mixing together in a colossal cacophony, but the only thing that remained static were her eyes. Crystal blue eyes that danced freely powered by the Russian alcohol. The damn Russian alcohol that gave him this endless headache that threatened to become even bigger by the upcoming morning light.
And he remembered so much more. Being outside with her, looking into the vast sky, beautifully above, and reflected just as amazingly in her eyes.
He remembered then, how lovely was the melody she chanted into the stars. Her soft voice laughing for no apparent reason, but feeling carefree enough to let her mind drown in his comfortable presence and offer him the most wonderful sound in the world, her crystalline laughter.
She had said something there, but he obviously waved it away. For as unbelievable it might be, she said…
"She said…" His brown eyes opened in disbelief, widening to a state of panic.
Another laugh broke the quietness around. He surely had dreamt it, or rationally it could be a by product of the gallons of drink he had ingested and was now playing awful tricks with his vision and specially his mind.
'Naughty, naughty alcohol…' Although most of it had successfully left his system he was still feeling the painful side effects.
The rest of the night was spent as in much deep thought as it had begun. Somewhere in the ephemeral hours, he had lost the battle to rest his brain as it stubbornly focused on his partner.
Eventually, the first rays of light entered from the window and directly into his eyes. His hand came to shelter his face from the abusing light and prepared mentally to the big event of getting up and ready to work. 'What a hangover…'
A sudden unconfortable feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. Anxiety bathed his muscles at the idea of meeting with her after the last night events.
He then wondered what exactly she had told him that made this morning seem so unsettling. 'Probably an anthropological joke… and I didn't get it.' He thought laughing his way into the bathroom, preparing for the rest of the day.
Oh my.. what a hangover! How will both react when face to face?? Don't miss the next chapter soon :) Keep those reviews coming!