A/N: I'm trying to write a new one everyday, unfortunately I haven't been able to get on here to update in the past couple days. So I'm updating a couple days at a time. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Your doctor came home from work early today, that in itself is unusual, but now she's curled up on the sofa and she's suffering from lacrimination. You're unsure of the cause of her distress, but you're willing to bet it's the master of that damned dog... if not the dog itself.
Your doctor is trying to muffle her sobs but it's not working, all you can do is shuffle to her side and rest there.
Later, and you're not sure how much time has passed, your sense of time has always been distorted, there's a knock at the door. Your doctor ignores it, but you both hear the click of the key in the lock and the detective's footsteps as she enters the room. Nothing is said as the detective pulls your doctor into a tight embrace. Suddenly you understand, they weren't tears of pain, but tears of fear. You can only watch stoically as your doctor kisses the scars marring the palms of the detective's hands.
"We'll get him," and it doesn't matter who said it, but you are all comforted by the words.
Thanks!