Warning: curse words and violence

Y/N POV

Back to work.

Back to an ongoing case.

Back to questioning the suspect.

Back to seeing the man of my dreams.

Me and Agent James Aubrey have been working on this case for 3 weeks now. It's so slow, even the technicians fall asleep on duty...

Today, I brought some donuts from James' favorite place to share with the team working on my case. I thought it might cheer them up a bit, get their head in the game again.

-Good morning! I chirp as I walk into the room outside of the questioning room. Everyone only nods and groans as a response.

-What got you so optimistic today? James asks. I blush and show him the three boxes full to the brim with donuts.

-I brought breakfast sweets! I say and open a box. Everyone thanks me and grabs a donut.

Agent booth nods at me as he takes a donut.

-Good save, he whispers in my ear, before taking to one of the other agents in the room.

James approaches me with a large grin on his face.

-You got me my favorite donut? He asks.

-Yep. Thought I'd get a smile on everyone's faces, I smile and open the last box of donuts. James goes for the whole thing, and I snatch it away. James frowns slightly.

-Its not just for you, big mouth, I say and slowly bring it back to him. He shakes his head, clearly amused, and grabs 2.

-Is this ok, mom? He asks jokingly. I nod and take one myself, before closing the box and putting it away.

We walk up to the 2 way mirror and I look at the suspect.

-Name's Phillip Addams. Male, about 36-37 years old, has a fiancé... James sighs and looks down at me. I nod and start my donut.

-The guys tested him positive for many illegal substances, he continues and looks at the man again.

-What is he suspected for? I ask and take a bit out of my donut.

-He's suspected for... he pauses and looks into the file.

-Selling the chemicals that killed the victim, he says and gives me the file. I continue to eat my donut as I read the description file.

-What do you think? He asks. I look up at him.

-What I think? I think he has a real special bond to his tattoo guy... I say, acknowledging his many tattoos in his arms and throat. James chuckles amused.

-You think we can get something out of him? He clarifies. I sigh.

-We can at least try, I say and stuff the rest of the donut in my mouth.

Third person POV

The team was ready for action as Y/N walks into the questioning room. She closes the door and nods at the camera, before heading in. James nods to her behind the glass and takes a sharp inhale.

Y/N walks calmly to the table and sit down. The man in question, Phillip sighs and hold his face in his hands.

-What am I in for? He asks defeatedly.

-You're a suspect in my case for the murder of Anya Winters, Y/N says and pull up a photo of the girl and put it in front of him. He shakes his head.

-Never seen her before in my life, he says.

Y/N POV:

-Maybe not. But we have reason to believe that you sold the murderer the chemicals that killed her, I say and open the file. He looks confused at me.

-What? He laughs in disbelief.

-It says here that you work at a chemical factory? I ask.

-I do, he nods.

-And upon investigation, we saw that you sold these chemicals from your factory, I say and pull up pictures of the chemicals that was used.

-Ans you're the person people come to when they need stuff like this? I ask. He nods.

-Yeah but... we only sell to hospitals and laboratories... We haven't sold to a private person in years, he says. I nod and put the pictures back in the file.

-I haven't done anything! I've just done my job and I never fuck up! I don't use drugs or over consume alcohol! He says defensively.

-Oh really? I ask. He nods.

-Cause the night we took you in, my team tested you positive for 3 different illegal drugs and substances, I say and look into the file.

He sighs.

-Anything to say for yourself? I ask.

-Me and my fiancé, we... we were just celebrating our engagement, and the boys offered me some shit and I just took it without question, he says, getting angrier by the minute.

-Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a holding cell at the FBI! He says defensively. I look over his shoulder to the team, telling them to look up these "friends".

-Why am I even here!? He asks angrily.

-Mr Addams, please calm down- I get cut off by him starting to lift the table.

-This isn't even my fault! He says and punches me right on my shoulder when he can't lift the table. When I land on the floor, he walks around the table and kicks me. He kicks me once in the stomach and once in the face. When he takes a leap to punch me in the jaw, I kick him in the nuts and he flies backwards.

My team comes rushing into the room and holds him back. James comes in and offers me a hand. I take it and cough from the pain in my stomach. He heaves me from the floor.

-Are you ok? He asks. I nod and hold my hand over my stomach.

-Yeah... Yeah, I'm ok, I say. He frowns and leads me out of the room, towards the medical room.

A medic looks me over.

-I'm alright, I say, for the probably 10th time.

-We know... we just want to be sure, Booth says, hands in his pockets. I sigh and try not to wince from the pain in my shoulder.

-Well... you look well... no internal bleedings and no cuts... your stomach is probably in shock, so try not to drink any string drinks for the coming week, the medic says, and I thank him.

-Awww... we'll have to rain check on the drink on Saturday then, James chuckles.

-Yes, you do, the medic says sternly as we walk out of the room.

-Are you sure you're ok? James asks, and I nod, feeling the pain sting in my shoulder.

-I told you, I'm fine, I say.

-Well... James, take Y/N home. I don't feel like she should drive tonight, Booth says and crosses his arms. We nod and James leads me to his car.

-I don't wanna go home yet... I groan as I close the door of the car.

-We can go to my house? James suggests, and I blush slightly.

-We can watch a movie and eat the rest of those delicious donuts, he says, and I look at him. He looks back at me with hope in his eyes.

-Sure, I say.

-Yes! James throws out a fist and I laugh as James pulls out of the parking lot.

At James's house still Y/N's POV

James sits down and places 2 cups of hot cocoa on the table in front of us.

He smiles as he starts the movie. We chose to watch a classic: the fast and the furious.

As the movie goes about, I forget about my pain and focus on James and the movie.

I keep my eyes on the tv as I reach out for my cup of cocoa. I grab it and quickly pull it towards me... big mistake.

A strong pain strikes in my shoulder and I wince and gasp, making me drop my cup in pain.

-Y/N? Are you ok? James asks and pauses the movie. I feel tears build up as the pain builds in my shoulder. I shake my head.

-No... no, it really hurts, I say and hold my shoulder tightly.

-You want me to get some ice? James asks nervously. I quickly nod and he runs off to turn in the lights and get an ice pack. As I grimace from the pain, I feel my cheek and nose sting, making a tear slip from my eyes.

James comes running back, but stops and looks at me.

-What? I ask.

-You... you have a big bruise on your cheek... he says and slowly puts the ice on my shoulder. I sigh happily as the cold calms the pain a bit.

James runs back into the kitchen and grabs another pack of something in the freezer, before coming back and sitting down.

-I only had peas left, he says. I giggle and grab the bag of frozen peas and put it my my face. I wince as I put pressure into the bruise.

We sit in silence for a while. I look to James, who looks concerned at me.

-How do I look...? I am jokingly, making James chuckle and blush a bit.

-I've seen you look prettier, he says.

-Aw, really? I ask and he nods.

-Y/N, why couldn't you tell us that you were in pain? James asks.

-I didn't think it was such a big deal, I defend.

-It is a big deal! Y/N, you're my partner, I care about you! He says and grabs my free hand.

-I know... I say.

-I just... don't want to seem weak, I admit.

-Weak? Why? James asks confused, and I sigh.

-I didn't want to seem weak in front of you... I say. James stops.

-Me...? He asks and I nod.

-Y/N, your not weak for feeling pain, he says.

-I didn't want to seem like a little girl that couldn't handle a little pain, I say.

-Y/N... I know you better than that, James says and I look at him.

-You're the strongest, bravest, most beautiful person I've ever met! You're not weak for admitting that you feel pain! He says and I blush... immensely...

-And I'm your partner! You should tell me if something's wrong, James says and rubs my hand a bit. I sigh and look down on our hands.

-I don't want to seem weak... because I like you... I admit. James turns quiet. I look back up and he is all pink in the face.

-Y-you do? He asks, and I nod.

-I didn't want it to seem weird, because were partners and- I like you too, James interrupts me.

-You do? I ask in shock. He smiles and nods.

-Yeah... he says. I smile.

We sit in silence for a while after that.

-So... I say.

-So... James copies and I giggle.

-What now? He asks. I pretend to think, before leaping forward and kissing his cheek. Then I wince because of my shoulder.

-Hope it was worth it, I say and rub my shoulder a bit. James looks absolutely dazed. I frown and clap my hands in front of his face, making him come back to reality.

-Wow... you're more beautiful now than ever! He says and pecks my lips. I freeze up and blush red. James puts a hand on my non bruised cheek and I hesitantly lean into it.

-Don't ever change... he says lovingly. I giggle.

-Not even my bruises? I ask and like my other cheek. His eyes widen.

-No, I didn't mean- I-, I shut him up with another kiss and he laughs airily.

-I love you, we say at the same time and laugh.

-So... wanna return to the movie? He asks. I nod and take a donut from the box, as he starts the movie again, him moving so I can lean comfortably on his shoulder.

-Can't wait to tell Booth about this....