captain's son

                he just looks at her, not even sure what to do or say. over the years, tobias has seen some horrible things; it’s something that you just deal with when you’re a homicide detective. she’s alive, with two broken legs and -- oh god what else? “i -- are you hungry?” he asks.

                “hey, dr kepner, right?” he asks, looking down at the name sewn onto her coat. “there’s a gsw that came in maybe ten hours ago; it was pretty gnarly when we called the bus for it. i’m the detective on the case and i think they may’ve witnessed a murder,” he says, sighing quietly. “i just wanted to check up on them and see how they were doing.”

                “there better be a really good explanation,” he says, his gun drawn and pointed at her. the body beneath her looked gruesome; it reminded him of the first body regan had shown him. she had called in a panic after killing that first person, but this woman seemed a bit calm. “keep your hands where i can see them.”

                “so, regan said you guys had fun the other day,” he says, laughing as he remembers regan telling him how she, inadvertently, told kenzi about having whip cream on her body.

                the bright pink casts on both of her legs makes his eyes go wide for a moment. regan told him it would be alarming, but he wasn’t prepared for this. ‘h-hi,” he stammers, eyes moving to meet hers. “i -- are you -- can i come in?” he asks, his words failing him.