Drabble Word : Box
Set : Late season three. Tag continuation to Scared.
Word Count : 200
Disclaimer : I own the words, but not the world.
Gentle hands wrapped around tense ones, each move deliberate and careful. The cautious fingers eased away the frozen ones, taking their place one by one. Seconds ticked by and slowly the whirlwind of panic and fear was replaced by the years of training and steadiness.
As soon as she was free and the serious grey eyes of the bomb tech met hers, Andy was pulled away by Sam and bundled to his body as he hurried the two of them from harm.
Tears streaked her cheeks, but she didn't remember shedding them.
Once they exited 15 Division at a run, she broke away from his grasp and made for the alleyway across the street.
Crouching, she was violently ill, all of the pent up feelings and terror spilling from her mouth and onto the dirty ground.
Sam's presence hovered at her back, protecting, guarding.
When she finally gained her legs, spat and swilled the water he offered, all she could do was stare at him. And show him everything that was inside with her eyes.
For a moment he was still.
Then he boxed her close to the wall and held on, assuring both of them they were still alive.