She screws up her face like she's maybe going to cry again; puts her mouth in a hard line and doesn't. "Don't. Sam, seriously--"
"No, you seriously." His hands are suddenly shaking, here in some 24-hour Metro parking lot, and he's got to tell her--something. "McNally. It could have been either of us." (The dizzying relief is hitting him all over again, that moment when he climbed into the cruiser and realized he hadn't believed Brennan, not really, when he'd said she was fine.)
She's got her hands up under his jacket, cold fingers sliding across his back. "Yeah, okay." Like she doesn't believe him, but desperately wants to be talked into it.
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Date: 2011-09-12 04:52 am (UTC)"No, you seriously." His hands are suddenly shaking, here in some 24-hour Metro parking lot, and he's got to tell her--something. "McNally. It could have been either of us." (The dizzying relief is hitting him all over again, that moment when he climbed into the cruiser and realized he hadn't believed Brennan, not really, when he'd said she was fine.)
She's got her hands up under his jacket, cold fingers sliding across his back. "Yeah, okay." Like she doesn't believe him, but desperately wants to be talked into it.