Tony and Charity soon arrived at his place. Tony had helped Charity out of the car and up to his apartment. He kept his arms around her waist and kept her close. "Lets get you into something more comfortable." Tony said, keeping his voice soft.
"That sounds nice." Charity replied.
Tony led Charity into the bedroom. He let go of her, slowly, making sure that she wasn't going to fall over. He grabbed a tshirt out for her and a pair of sweats out for himself. He walked back over to her. "You look extremely pale." He said, a note of concern in his voice.
Charity grinned up at him. "Is that worry in your voice?" She teased.
"Yes." He answered, unable to stop the smile that came across his face. "If something really bad were to happen to you..." Tony said, trailing off unable to finish the sentance.
"Well, if it were easy to take me out, I wouldn't be here now." Charity replied. "I'm pretty tough."
"Doesn't stop me from worrying about you." Tony replied.
"I'll be fine." Charity said.
Tony handed her the tshirt and kissed her forehead. "Do you need any help getting changed?" He asked, a playful smile on his face.
Charity smiled at him and playfully narrowed her gaze. "I think I can manage."
"Okay, but if you change your mind." Tony then removed his shirt and pants and slipped into the sweat pants.
Charity was still slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She slipped it off. She unclasped and removed her bra and then slid Tony's shirt on. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, but when she bent to remove them, the room began to spin around her and she started to fall.
Tony quickly caught and steadied her. "Maybe I should take you to the hospital."
"I just need to get off my feet."
"Well, in that case." Tony said, scooping Charity up into his arms and carrying her to the couch. He gently sat her down. "So, what movie would you like to watch first?" He asked.
"What do you have?" Charity asked.
"The better question would be what don't I have."
"You pick." Charity answered.
Tony plucked a movie off the shelf and then popped it in the player. He sat back down by Charity and put an arm around her shoulders. Charity rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled up to him. "So, what's going on?" Tony asked her.
Charity sighed. "The bastard that broke into autopsy and gave me this wonderful concussion today, is supposedly a Mossad Operative undercover." Charity answered.
"You don't believe the story?" Tony asked.
"Nope." Charity answered. "You should know by now I don't trust very easy."
Tony nodded. "Yeah, you snapping my neck in autopsy that first day reminds me." He teased.
"You know deep down you liked me having to climb on top of you."
"Well, since you're the human lie detector, I have to admit that I did enjoy that part."
Charity chuckled slightly and then she was grabbing her head. "Ow."
Tony kissed the top of her head. "I'll be right back." He said, getting up and going into the kitchen. He returned after a few minutes with an ice pack. He sat back down by Charity and held the ice pack to the back of her head. "Does that help?"
"Yes, thank you." She replied. "You're the best."
"I've been hit in the head enough, I know what works."
"Well, that explains a lot." Charity teased.
"That's a nice thing to say to the person whose taking care of you."
"Hey, you opened the door."
"I did." Tony admitted and kissed the top of her head.