BLOOD WORN.

they were in their hotel room, lilly’s blood mostly on the floor of the bathroom. her husband finishing the last of her stitches on her back, having finished the scars on the front of her body earlier in the night. she didn’t like being wrong and that’s exactly what happened. cursing herself over and over in her head as to why she didn’t know it was a trap. she was more angry at herself than her enemies.

when spencer cut the last of the remaining thread, he went over to the shower and started it the tub immediately started to fill. he could always make her smile, even if she was in the worst mood, and that’s what he did when he cupped her cheek with his hand reassuring her this would never happen again.

she placed her own hand on top of his, ‘ and i know you’ll always protect me. ‘ there was a beat before her tone changed into playful. ‘ i want you in this bath with me. ‘

if anyone else had said that before him, lilly would’ve punched them in the face for being a walking red flag. but when spencer said it, a warm feeling of euphoria ran through her body. having this type of connection was everything she’d ever hoped for, even more so that it was with spencer.

she took his hand and squeezed it. ‘ and you’re mine. you’ll always be mine. ‘

‘ what? ‘ lilly paused and looked down at herself not realizing she’s been grazed with bullets. but sure enough, there was a slight wet crimson patch on her side. ‘ fuck, i just got this shirt. do you think they’ll exchange it with blood on it if i show them my badge? ‘

almost instinctively lilly clamped her arm to the side of her hip so that will wouldn’t notice the blood. the last thing she needed is for him to get distracted. ‘ ' course not, i’m fine. ‘

both of them sat on the back of the ambulance, lilly’s wounds were much less serious than spencer’s beaten lip and bruised eye. if being at gunpoint tonight taught her anything, is that a little trust in her team can go a long way, especially with spencer.

never trust them, you’re there to do a job not make connections. her uncle’s words rang in her ears yet their cases so far were not what she expected. they trust their lives with each other and tonight she had to do exactly that but never wanted to.

she smiled slightly and nodded. ‘ thank you, not just for tonight but for being there. maybe we can practice at the shooting range together sometime? ‘

it wasn’t that she was unprepared, it was that there were twice as many mercenaries than she was expecting. she woke up on the floor from a haze, taking a couple of seconds until her eyes focused to try and sit up. she heard distant crashing and grunting coming from the other side of the room. she felt warm blood coming down the side of her face when she saw james in focus finishing her enemies off. every one of them bloodied and not moving.

standing up, she knew she had a concussion but her primary focus was james’ mental state. he was covered in blood and it took her coming over to where he was and laying her hands on his back for him to pause the beating he was doing.