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hi tumblr! in the midst of this bipolar DMV weather and going crazy over how strangely frustrating it is to flounder into law school, here’s something I whipped up after *a lot* of SVU and Brooklyn Nine-Nine.
The Met - a Skimmons Detective story.
She smiled at Jemma. That damn smile. She couldn’t stay mad at that, not even for a second. Exhaling the last bits of her anger away, Jemma relented. Holstering her gun, she pulled Skye by the coat closer to her.
“I know. But…you make me worry sometimes.” she said, finishing with a kiss planted right on Skye’s forehead.
They parted, the two of them admiring the small moment they’d just shared. The sounds of police sirens began to fade in from the distance. Taking a step back, Jemma pulled out a pair of handcuffs and offered them to Skye.
“Care to bag your perp before the Met gets here? I’m sure you can tell Chief Coulson all about how you took care of this urchin back at the station.”
check it on the AO3