Sherlock Holmes & Mrs. Hudson
The screaming tapered off as Mrs. Hudson reached a shaking hand up towards his face, and as her fingertips grazed his cheek she seemed to collapse into him, embracing him. He caught her easily, holding her close. “You’re really alive,” he said.
“Yes,” Sherlock said, his nose nestled in her hair. “I’m sorry I had to lie. I’m sorry I hurt you. I had never wanted...”
“I should slap you,” Mrs. Hudson said with a shaky laugh.
“You should, but you won’t,” he said. He stroked her back and then calmly, softly, said, “It’s me. I’m okay.”
After a moment she pulled away and kissed his cheeks, one at a time, tears streaming down her face. “You’re alright?”
“More or less,” he said. “I could use a cuppa and a good meal, though. I know you’re not my housekeeper, but you are the best cook I know.”
Mrs. Hudson snorted out a laugh. “Because the food you make is barely edible.”
“That’s not true,” he said, pouting, and seconds later Mrs. Hudson wrapped her arms around his neck and he quickly embraced her back. “I missed you. I’m happy to be home.”
“I’m happy you’re home too,” she said, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Perhaps tea and food could wait, he thought. This was vastly more important.
Horatio Caine & Alexx Woods
“I know he did, Alexx. I’m not saying you did the wrong thing.”
“You’re not?” she asked, surprised. “Then why…?”
“I wanted to make sure you knew.”
She nodded. “Ryan’s a good cop, a good CSI. He needs a chance to just show it.”
“And thanks to you, he has one.”
“Yes, well, it almost blew up in my face.”
“No matter what, Alexx, I’ll make sure you both are okay.”
And she knew he meant it.
There was something in this dusty world that made him think that maybe if he tried hard enough, things could be okay. Not great, not worse, just okay.
After all, anything was better than what these people had...even if it was just an unjustified sense of pride directed at him.
Don Flack & Aiden Burn
Aiden glared. “Don’t rush me.”
“At this point, I’m about to suggest you just close your eyes and point.”
Aiden looked over at him, then back at her kit, choosing the purplish powder. “This should lift prints off of anything.”
“Finally. She makes up her mind.”
“You know, I really don’t mind losing this powder if it accidentally spills all over you.”
Flack grinned evilly. “You wouldn’t. You’d contaminate the scene.”
She stepped up, got right in his face. “Wasn’t talking about here, Flack.”
“Your place, all over your nice suit.”