He made his way into the smoky club eyes scanning the room. He told himself he wasn't looking for her. He was just doing his job making sure his partner was in place and all was well. His eyes found her behind the bar mixing drinks. Her hair was down, make-up and lighting hiding the bruises, a smile plastered on for the customers. To the untrained eye it was as if nothing had happened. Dean saw the subtle differences in her posture, the way she carried herself, and the way her eyes scanned the room.
Her eyes landed on him and immediately he saw the small change in her body language. He smiled to himself; his presence put her at ease. He knew he shouldn't put that much stock in it. He assured himself she would feel the same way if it were Carter or Ty.
To his surprise the night went by faster than he thought it would. Before he knew it the last patrons were being ushered out the door, the strippers were changing in the dressing room, and Jaime was wiping down the bar. One of his jobs as a bouncer was to escort the girls out at the end of the night, Jaime included.
She made a show of fumbling for her keys, to anyone that may have been watching they were only making small talk.
"We still haven't seen Sun Kim, although I heard from some of the other girls I wasn't the only one his associate paid a little visit to."
"A couple of his boys cased the joint earlier, black sedan, tinted windows, several drive-bys but they never got out of the car." He paused as she continued to dig through her purse.
The silence was enough to make her look up, "A couple more days and this will be over, you sure you're okay?"
"I promise. I'm fine." She said offering him the first real smile he'd seen on her face in days. She finally grasps her keys pulling them from her bag, turning to unlock the car door.
They made a show of saying good night before she climbed in her car and drove to the seedy motel. She locked the door and double checked the room. Kicking off her shoes she made her way down the hall to the bathroom. After starting the water she pulled off her grungy smoky clothes. Leaving her gun on the counter within easy reach of the shower if need be, she slipped into the shower. Letting the overly hot spray warm her, soothing away the remaining aches and pains. Letting her mind wander of the events of the last few days, she never heard the bathroom window being opened.
He pulled the curtain back enough to climb in behind her. He left his clothes in a pile on the floor next to hers. He slipped his hands into her wet hair making his way down to her neck to rub the knots there. He felt her tense for a split second before she relaxed underneath his hands.
They remained quiet for what seemed like hours but was merely minutes, she finally spoke in a voice so soft he almost missed it, "I never said thank you for last night."
"You don't have to." He spoke into her shoulder dropping kisses there making his way towards her neck.
She turned in his arms, meeting his eyes, "Yes I do. You didn't have to come. If Carter found out you were here, he'd kill both of us."
Dean chuckled, "So we don't tell him" he spoke giving her that bad boy look that probably won over all the girls.
She smirked at him before becoming serious again, "Thanks Dean," she spoke meeting his eyes before resting her head on his chest.
"Anytime sweetheart" he spoke into her hair, holding her against him and letting the water run down over them.