⋆˚꩜｡ when holland march calls you "baby"
holland calls you baby naturally to (try and) command attention like the tough guy he thinks he is. he doesn't usually get results from his boldness at work, but that never stops him. he's impulsive, sassy, and prideful, and will direct your focus with a quick gesture of his hand and a cool, casual, "baby, need you to look at this really quick." however, he's also a single dad, the worse half of the nice guys, and could trip up a flight of stairs sober—don't even ask what it's like after an evening of whiskey and a night of margheritas. with a lifetime of failures and slip ups, he’s not ignorant to the reoccurrence of mistakes. but the least he can do is pretend.
"baby? come over here, check out this alibi. so, mr. anderson claims that he hasn't seen the victim since two weeks ago, but CCTV caught them at gibbs' on the 18th. exactly. i don't believe it for a second."
holland calls you baby when he’s drunk, and it’s the only word he doesn’t stutter. you find him at healy's place, barely holding on, meanwhile healy's desperately trying to yank holland's sixth beer bottle out of his hands. mind you, he's already had shots of whiskey, and he was supposed to be winding down with one or two beers. you appear seemingly out of the blue, but really, he's just too wasted to notice healy giving you a call. as you hold him and slowly walk together to your car, holland hiccups and slurs his words, talking to you about everything they did that night. but he never messes up calling you baby. it's near sacrilegious to do so.
"i was just- hic! speaking my mind. it's not my fault that- hic! that they didn't wanna hear it. i don't know, baby, i don't get people sometimes. they don't get me either. you do, though. oh god, i love you so much, baby.
holland calls you baby when he's absolutely smitten by you as you do what you do best, proving why he loves you yet again. you're no detective, but at this point, you might as well have your own badge considering how many times you're dragging into an investigation. when the bullets fly, you don't flinch anymore. you just fire right back. holland gets googly eyes in the background. and when you're at home, enjoying your hobbies, he's as giddy as a schoolgirl. he likes to watch. sometimes asks you to pose in the middle of what you're doing so he can take a photo. he's your number one fan.
"i don't know how you do it, baby. you're incredible. you should be famous, everyone should know who you are. it's always the wrong people getting the spotlight, isn't it? guess i get you all to myself."
holland calls you baby when the world turns upside down and he lands in jail for another failed B&E mid-investigation, or a car chase leads to a car crash, or enemies leave him on the ground with a broken arm or leg. his klutzy nature is going to kill him someday, you’re more than sure of that. so, you always stay close to a phone. and when he does call you, you're quicker than lightning, having learned all the side roads just for the sake of holland. and there you find him, beaten and bruised, crying his eyes out. he calls out for you over and over, hoping for the comfort in your arms he always gets. he's a little fragile, but that's okay. that's why he has you.
"jesus christ, baby, thank god you're here! there were so many of them and healy and i got separated a-and my phone died right after i called. i was just—i was so worried. i think i tore something... i wanna go home.
notes: i will always continue to write for the holland march fans. yes, this movie was 10 years ago. yes, no one talks about it anymore idgaf holland is pathetic and whipped and hes mine
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