Hey-oh! Here's chapter two:
His fingers clamped around the man's wrist and he twisted, wrenching it until he released Sharon's arm. The man's face crumpled beneath his fist as it connected over and over. Adrenaline coursed through him, limbs going numb as they swung and battered the despicable human being in front of him.
His rage was fueled by the image of this man's fist connecting with her cheek, her glasses flying off on the second blow, it took until the third hit that the cry escaped her lips, when the shock had worn off and all hell broke loose.
It was her second cry that broke through the haze of rage, the small gasp that escaped her as she crumpled beside him. He released the bastard and caught her as she fell, sweeping her into his arms. He cradled her to him, one hand in her hair holding her close, the other on her waist supporting her weight.
He barely registered as Sanchez took over where he left off, getting in a few hits as he threw the man against the wall.
Her trembling was evident as he maneuvered her into a chair. He felt her deep breaths as she calmed herself, gaining control, transitioning quickly back to the Captain they all knew so well. Still, he held her tightly against him, almost afraid to let go. The room was still alive with activity, the chaos continuing as the man violently resisted arrest, flailing and fighting against the team.
The panic caused by the man was a blessing in disguise as the shell shocked couple was allowed a few moments unobserved.
Sharon's face throbbed, and pain was shooting through her. She screwed her eyes shut and stifled a groan as she pressed her face into Andy's shoulder. She was pretty sure her left eye wouldn't open right now, even if she wanted it to. It took only a few moments for her to get herself together, Andy's calm presence helping to slow her heart rate and catch her breath.
Allowing herself one more deep breath before pulling back to survey the damage, Andy's familiar scent gave her the last bit of strength she needed. However her attempt to sit up was restrained by the pair of arms surrounding her. Another sigh escaped her and she gently patted his chest.
"I'm fine. Andy? I'm okay."
There was no verbal response, but she found herself pressed even tighter to his chest. She relaxed into his embrace until she felt a kiss press into her hair, a hand softly caress her back.
"Andy, you need to let go." There was still no response. They were in sync now, breathing together gaining strength from the embrace.
"Lieutenant, we still have work to do."
He tensed at her words.
"Sharon."
Her heart aches as his breathing skips; his voice breaking when he says her name again.
"Sharon."
Her fingers stroke his chest in an attempt to sooth him. She pushes back and looks him in the eye.
"Later Andy. We'll do this later, okay?" She can see his hesitation, he doesn't want to let go.
"Andy." She says it more forcefully this time. He nods as his thumb lightly caresses her cheek.
They stand together and he releases her, keeping a hand on her arm. She's grateful, the blows to the head throwing her off balance. After a few moments she feels more stable and pats his arm. She feels him squeeze her shoulder before releasing her one last time. Luckily the team is too occupied with trying to wrangle the suspect to notice their exchange. She takes a moment to be grateful for this fact before bracing herself. She's going to get this situation under control, now.
"ENOUGH!"
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