A/N: I wrote this last night but forgot to publish it.
Another Keenler oneshot. This is an amazing ship! Enjoy, Angels.
Liz is sitting on her desk chair, a pen in her hand, taking her time with the paperwork that's piled around her so she doesn't have to go home to To, her husband. It's 11 at night and she's the only one at The Post Office, she doesn't want to go home to Tom and his hateful glares and his freezing cold shoulder. The door to the shared office opens to reveal Don Ressler, her partner, he looks at her in surprise, obviously surprised to see her here so late.
"Keen, what are you doing here so late?" He asks as he closes the door even though there's only the two of them in the whole site save for some of the security guards, walking deeper into their shared office. Liz sighs as she looks at him. "Paperwork." She simply says, gesturing to the paperwork spread around her desk. Ressler comes to sit on her desk, on the only part of it that's empty and looks at her, Liz frowns as the pen she'd been playing with falls from her hands.
"Keen, we both know that you can do this paperwork with your eyes closed, so why aren't you at home with Tom?" Ressler asks, Liz looks at Ressler before telling him what's going on at home with her husband.
"Tom and I are having a fight at the minute and I can't deal with his glares or cold shoulders right now, not after the day I've had. The case was brutal and he wouldn't understand, even if we were talking, he wouldn't understand what I have to deal with. He thinks having to teach fourth graders is tough, he should see what we deal with on a daily basis. Did you know it's been two weeks since he's hugged me?" Liz rants sadly, finally feeling somewhat relaxed for the first time in two weeks now that she's told Ressler, the man she trusts with her life, everything.
Ressler knows that his partner is big on physical contact: a hug, a brush of the arm and for her husband not to hug her in two weeks just because he's not speaking to her must be killing her. Resser gets off her desk, moves in front of her, tugging her gently to her feet and pulls her close to him, capturing her in her first hug in two weeks. He can feel the way all her tension melts away with one simple action.
It's Liz who breaks the hug and gives him a smile as she sits back down at her desk, picking up her pen and finishing her paperwork, Ressler taking a seat at his desk. They both sit in silence for another half an hour until Ressler calls her name, dragging her attention from her paperwork to him.
"Hey, Liz, it's late, we're both exhausted, why don't we call it a night?" Her partner asks rhetorically. Liz throws her pen down and smiles at him as she puts on her coat, grabbing her bag from the floor and following Ressler out of their office.
Ressler leads the way out of The Post Office to the parking lot, walking Liz to her car, giving her another hug, telling her to call him whenever she wants to talk before closing her car door before watching as she drives away for the night.
As she drives back home, Liz can't help but think about Ressler and how those two simple hugs are all she needed, and how he knew she needed them without her saying anything about needing a hug.
Ever since she started at the Black Site, it's always been Ressler who really understands what she goes through every single day and doesn't brush her worries off like Tom does, instead Ressler tries to comfort her in some way, whether it's a smile directed towards her, a hug when no one else is looking or telling her while it everything won't be okay right now, it will be eventually. Just hearing his voice soothing her after a hard crime scene is enough to feel better if only for a little bit.
Sometimes a hug by Donald Ressler is all she needs.
A\N: This is my fifth oneshot in just 1 day, I'm so proud of myself, enjoy this fluffy Keenler oneshot Angels.