Shot to the Holt

By: xffan_2000

Summary: The day after "Steele Threads."

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Laura was moving slowly. Gingerly hanging her coat. Cautiously pouring a cup of coffee. She sat across from him, but didn't touch the back of the chair. Later, when he placed his palm between her shoulders, she flinched.

Frowning, he turned her and brazenly lifted her shirt. The huge, multi-colored bruise centered on her back stopped his heart.

"The jacket's bullet proof," she said, "but I'm not."

Yesterday's fear returned. "I thought he'd killed you."

She turned, and he knew she'd see the tears that had made a sudden encore.

Her hand touched his cheek. "Then make me feel alive."

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