cause music is my thing and this seems to fit I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back The less I give the more I get back Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise I don't have a choice but I'd still choose you I don't love you but I always will
Neither one had said a word to the other in several hours. They walked through the front door and he went straight to the garage while she went upstairs to take a long soak in the tub.
Then - their hearts had been beating so hard and blood coursing through their veins with anger. She thought she’d never calm. He thought he’d never been more angry, ever.
But now they were back to back in bed, hearts feeling a little hollow, eyes feeling heavy and sad.
Andy was the one to roll onto her back first. She looked to her side to see if Sam was still awake, and though she couldn’t see his face, she knew from the movement of his bare shoulders that he was.
Sam was never the one between them to take the system’s dysfunctional “justice” so personally. She felt every time someone told her they couldn’t do anything, their hands were tied, but this was so much bigger and different.
The service that Sam had given years of his life to, put his faith in, trusted… the service that turned him around, gave him discipline and meaning, was one that was betraying him. Lying to the city.
Maybe not the service, but the commissioner.
They thought they had the answers to the questions Tim . They thought they’d gotten those drives out okay…
But somehow. They went “missing”.
That wasn’t what Sam was so angry about though. Duncan was able to share that he’d overheard his step father and he had been involved in the bomb that went off in evidence.
The lying, the cheating, the cover ups had nearly gotten Andy killed. And Sam wouldn’t get justice.
"Sam." She whispered, inching closer to him, eyes still on his shoulder blades.
When he didn’t say a word she moved forward again until she was pressed up against his back, moulding her body to his.
She kissed to strong muscles of his back and slid her hand up to his arm, running it down until their hands met.
"Is this okay?"
He only opened up his hand to her, but it was enough for right then. He didn’t give her much, but that was enough. Knowing he was still responsive to her. So she didn’t push. She just let herself curl around him, and he let her.