Movie Therapy
She arrived home, the cut on her arm still stinging from the antiseptic. She tossed her keys, gun, and badge on the hallway table and headed for the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of wine and looked at the clock. He said that he would be about an hour and twenty minutes had passed already. As she sipped her wine, she headed into her bedroom and shed her blood caked clothes. She knew that she wouldn't even wash them, that they would go straight for the trash. After she showered she slipped into her worn sweatpants, and oversized t-shirt, and an NCIS hoodie. Then she grabbed an elastic from her bedside table and pulled her damp hair back off of her face. She looked at the clock again and realized he would be there any minute. She headed into the kitchen and started popping popcorn.
He arrived home, limping slightly as he put weight on his knee. He tossed his stuff into the corner and limped to his bedroom. He shed his clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water sooth his aching knee. When he was done, he dried off and strapped a knee brace onto his knee. No sense in injuring himself further. He dressed quickly and headed into the living room to study his movie collection. He needed to pick something funny that would distract both of them from the day's events. Finally he decided on Blades of Glory and put his coat on and headed back out his door.
When he arrived at her apartment, he heard the sound of popping popcorn and smelled the salty buttery scent. He twisted the knob and pushed the door open. She was in the kitchen, standing on front of the microwave, watching the popcorn bag grow bigger. He snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She heard him come in the door, but she didn't turn around. She heard him walk over and noticed the slight difference in his gait. When he wrapped his arms around her, she felt the knee brace bulge underneath his jeans. He kissed the back of her neck and she leaned into his embrace. This was one of those nights where they knew neither of them needed to speak and just let their presence comfort each other and heal their wounds.
When the popcorn was done popping, she dumped the bag into a bright blue plastic bowl. He led her to the couch where he had already taken the liberty of setting up the TV. He sat in the corner of the couch, his injured leg propped up under a pillow on her coffee table. She curled into his side, making sure her arm didn't touch the rough fabric of his shirt, and placed the popcorn bowl in between them. He picked up the remote and pressed play and the movie began.
An hour later, the movie played on while they slept in each other's arms.
A/N: So, you all know the drill, review, tell me what you thought.