The case was supposed to be easy.
The suspect ran off, and you naturally chased after him.
As you almost catch the suspect, he swung his right fist into your face.
You fight back, protecting yourself, and soon enough, Lisbon came and took the suspect off you.
You pant heavily, crouched on the floor, pain and embarrassment burning in your cheeks.
You wipe your bloody nose, clenching your teeth as your frustration wells up inside you.
After arresting the suspect, Lisbon turns to you, crouching down next to you.
"Are you okay?" she asks, her voice tight with worry as she gently tries to catch your gaze, her fingertips hesitating near your chin.
Lisbon looks at the blood on your sleeve
"That's not usually how okay looks like."
Lisbon sighs slightly as she sees the extent of your wounds.
A bruising eye, a cut above your eyebrow, and a twisted ankle
"Come on, we have to get you checked out..." she mutters slightly, inspecting your wounds.
"No. no hospitals..." You whimper quietly, groaning as you try to put weight on your foot.
She tries to get you to follow her, but you stand there, crossing your arms.
She looks at you and sighs, frustratedly
"Fine." She helps you to her car, putting the seatbelt on you.
The drive to her apartment was quiet, tense.
You arrive, and she helps you out of the car, guiding you to her apartment.
"Sit down," she demanded, pointing to her couch
"Lisbon, I'm fine really-"
You sigh deeply and sit down on her couch, leaning back and closing your eyes.
She arrives back with her medkit, sitting down on her coffee table in front of you, knees touching.
You sit up hesitantly, letting her hold your jaw as she cleans the dried blood off your eyebrow.
You watch her with as much concentration as you can master, looking at her expression.
She looks at you, eyes meeting yours.
Lisbon immediately looks away, a faint color spreads her cheeks, subtle but impossible to ignore.
The Adrenaline fades after a while, as she checks out your ankle, you wince unexpectedly.
She stops, looking at you with concern hidden in her eyes.
"Okay, maybe it hurts a little..? You hiss at the pain.
Lisbon softens quickly, sighing and standing up to get a packet of frozen peas for your ankle.
Your hand shoots out to catch hers as she tries to leave
was all you had to say before she sat down next to you.
The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the bathroom fan and the rain tapping against the windows.
You were stretched out on Lisbon's couch with your injuries taken care of. She had pulled a blanket over you
"You can't keep doing this to me." She whispers after a while of silence, she assumed you were asleep by now.
Another long silence followed before she looked at your supposedly sleeping body.
"Running into buildings first. taking stupid risks. Acting like getting hurt is no big deal."
There was frustration in her tone, but underneath it was something worse. Fear.
„Every time you do stuff like this…I get scared that I will lose you."
She exhales shakily, like she regretted even saying stuff like that in the first place.
She stands up and pecks your forehead softly, her lips barely touching you, but of course, the touch lingered
Lisbon walks away to get some painkillers and puts them on the coffee table.
She sighs quietly before going to her bedroom, shutting the door quietly.
You touch the spot she kissed gently, smiling like an idiot.
