home is where the heart is
Hannah is in London for the week and Hardy is…not dealing with her absence terribly well.
Hardy/Hannah fluff for @fadewithfury who asked for established relationship pining fluff. Hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for, Foxy! :D
Hardy sat in bed, thumbing absently through a case file. It was a cold case, untouched and gathering dust for fifteen years until he’d dug it out of the archives that afternoon in a fit of boredom. The only cases that had come in had been shoplifting and a bit of minor vandalism, nothing that actually required his attention for more than an hour.
He’d been hoping for something to distract him from the fact that the other side of the bed, her side of the bed, was cold and empty.
The cold case was doing nothing on that front, just frustrating him with evidence of shoddy police work instead of actual evidence in the case. Hardy groaned and whipped off his glasses to run his hand down his face.
This was ridiculous. He’d managed these nights just fine before Hannah had waltzed into his life and turned it upside down with her smile and he should be able to deal with them now.
She was only gone back to London for a week, for fuck’s sake, he should be fine.
(But the fact was there was an ache in his heart that had nothing to do with his health problems and the flat felt dull without her laughter and sparkle lending it life.)
He tossed the case file onto her side of the bed and slumped back against his pillows. Two days. Two more bloody days and she would be back home with him. He could make it two days.
Probably.
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