Hey readers! Excited for the return of Major Crimes! I'm procrastinating from readings by writing this so I hope its somewhat enjoyable:)
What she wants right now, more than anything, is to be alone in her condo. Preferably in a hot bath. But she can't leave while the situation is so uncertain.
Unofficially, Daria has solved their case for them, but now there is a whole new situation to deal with. FID is now involved, and she is uncertain how this will play out for Julio, or Andy for that matter. There is no doubt they were responding to an assault on a police officer, but with their files… well the outcome at this point is unclear. Not to mention the raging headache that she now has to deal with.
The paramedics have advised that she take the rest of the day off, the rest of the week actually, but there is no way that is going to happen now. They cleaned her up as best they could, but her face still looks gruesome. At least she was able to change her blouse - the old one is probably a lost cause, blood is a tough thing to get out.
She received a text from Rusty about an hour ago, but this was something they would discuss in person, when she got home. She was unsure how he would react and wanted him to be in a safe place when the conversation happens.
Scanning the murder room her chest tightens, anxiety welling within her as she watches Andy being interviewed by Sergeant Elliot. She knows there are good people in FID, she trained most of them after all, and Elliot is definitely one of the better ones. She also knows that the fact that she was the officer being assaulted may work in their favour - she has a good relationship with the department and was a good boss. Their anxiety over her health when they first arrived had really touched her.
The fact is, she is still concerned. This job is everything to Julio and Andy - they love it, they are good at it, the best, and they are good men too. She can't bear the thought of them being permanently assigned to desk duty, or worse, kicked off the force. If they are punished for protecting her, she would feel an incredible amount of guilt, already does feel it.
The problem here is that there's nothing she can do, they have to let FID do their job. Obviously she will advocate for them, but her personal involvement in the case doesn't lend much credence to the objectivity of her statements.
Suddenly she's out of her chair and pacing the office, a restless feeling settling over her. Provenza is working on finishing up the paperwork for the previous case. He'd offered to do it and she was definitely not going to pass on his uncharacteristic generosity in this area. She'd been touched by the gesture when he'd offered, but now was regretting that decision. The minutes following her attack had been hectic, her team was scrambling and frantic until she'd delegated everyone a task to keep them calm - those who were not being interviewed by FID.
Now though, she has nothing to do. Her statement was given to FID, she'd been looked at by paramedics, and everyone was giving her a wide berth - allowing her some time to herself.
Normally she would appreciate this, but this isolation was giving rise to a level of anxiety she hadn't felt in years. Not since she was left on her own with two small children, a boatload of debt, and a hostile work environment. Her stride falters and her hands began to shake. Oh god no. She hadn't experienced a panic attack in years, and she sure as hell couldn't afford to have one now.
Reaching her desk she leans heavily on her hands, her attempts to slow her breathing failing miserably. Desperately hoping that no one is observing her distressed state she looks up from her desk and immediately locks eyes with Andy.
His soft gaze pulls her in, and a few moments later her shoulders relax and her chest feels lighter, breaths coming at a steadier pace. His lips curl into a soft smile and she feels her worries fade for a moment. She smiles back, and he turns his attention back to Sergeant Elliot. Hopefully this stage will be over soon. She'll be able to think more clearly tomorrow.
She sighs and settles into her chair.
What she wants right now, more than anything, is to be at home in her condo. Preferably in the arms of the man who can soothe her with just a look.
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