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“Dana! Have you seen Trinity?” You ask gently, making the older woman turn to you.
“Stairwell.” You nod gently.
“Thank you!” Your feet quickly carry you as you pull the door open, hearing the tail end of Garcia’s voice.
“He made a mistake and owned up to it. Put on your big girl panties and deal with it.” Your eyes widen as you watch Garicia walk away, Trinity’s shaking breath in her wake. You rush forward, crushing your arms around Trinity from behind. A sob echoes out through the space as she realizes it’s you.
“Oh, Trin…” You gently pull her into the open family room, sit her down, and shut the door. She reaches out for you desperately, lips trembling, and you sit down beside her, and she makes space on your chest and sobs wrack through her body. “Trinity…”
“Why does everyone expect me t–t–t–to be ok?” She sobs, knuckles going white at her grip on your scrubs. You gently take down her ponytail to scratch her scalp.
“You don’t have to be ok…” You soothe gently.
“He just– he just came back like it was nothing! He committed a fucking felony, and I’m t–the problem!” She sobs again, making you frown.
“And he should be the one to fix it. You’re allowed to be hurt… you’re allowed to fuking hate him…”
“He yelled at me in front of everyone… and I’m just supposed to tolerate him?”
“No. You–” Your words are cut off by the door clicking open. Trinity takes in a sharp gasp, and her entire body stills against yours as her eyes clamp shut.
“I don’t think HR would love hearing about cuddling on the clock.” Baran tases lightly, frowning at the sight of Trinity. Her eyes slowly open, looking at her new attendant. “Can I talk to you about what happened in there?”
“Can I stay like this?” She chokes out, wiping her nose with her sleeve. Baran gives her an empathetic smile and nods. She moves to sit on the floor in front of the couch, eye level with Trinity. “How– how much did you hear about what happened with Langdon?”
“I was told he was caught stealing drugs, did his time in rehab, and is now attending the physicians' health program.” Your eyes widen.
“Nothing else?” Her eyes snap to yours as she shakes her head, and you scoff, fingers combing through Trinity’s hair.
“I was the one who… figured it out and told Robby,” Trinity admits with a weak sniffle, making Baran’s eyes widen.
“On her first day, nonetheless.” You explain gently.
“Is there more to that?” Baran asks, making Trinity nod, squeezing your shirt softly, and shutting her eyes.
“Langdon and Trinity were butting heads all morning, and he slowly started getting worse as he started realizing she was figuring him out… then we had this seizure patient. Langdon wasn’t in the room when Trinity figured out that the patient was hypernatremic, and we needed to give the patient saline. Saved the paintent life, and Landson came back in and yelled at her. Berated her and undermined her intelligence.” You hear a weak sob leave Trinity’s mouth, and you pull her even closer.
Baran sits there for a long moment before reaching to grab Trinity’s empty hand and squeezing it gently. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Santos. I wouldn’t have made you work that case with him, or even… addressed it all like that, if I'd known. I’ll try to keep you two on different cases as best I can. The night shift is coming in early, so we should be able to keep you two apart.” Trinity nods.
“Thank you.” She sniffles, making the older woman nod.
“You two have fifteen minutes, but then I need you back on the floor, got it?” You both nod as she stands and steps out of the room. Trinity lets out a large, shaky breath, curling closer to your chest.
“I want to go home…” She whines gently, making you kiss the top of her head.
“I would kill for pizza.” You snort, making her tilt her head to look up at you.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“We’ll grab some wine on the way home and order pizza. A reward for getting through this shift.” She nods, leaning up to press a loving kiss against your lips. “And for the record, don’t listen to Garcia. You can feel exactly how you want to. There’s no– fucking time limit on your healing. But I’ll be here for all of it.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” You lift your pinky, letting her intertwine hers, and gently kiss her thumbnail.
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Trainity sat against your chest as you both sipped glasses of wine and ate pizza together. She was still jumpy and shaken up, but after a long, shared shower, she was finally loosening up. “Can you stay the night? Maybe for the… the next week– maybe– if you don’t wa–” You smile, cutting her off with a kiss.
“I’d love to. But we need to stop by my place so I can grab some stuff.” She nods, picking at her nails. You reach for them and intertwine your fingers. “What are you thinking about?” She pauses for a long moment, taking a few shallow breaths.
“Cutting.” She breathes out, the word almost inaudible. You nod slowly, setting your plate on the bedside table and nodding, kissing her temple.
“I’m going to stay for a while. Promise. I don’t care if Dennis complains about my music.” A small smile breaks across Trinity’s face.
“Thank you… for everything.” She whispers, finally moving to look at you. You nod, pressing a long, tender kiss against her lips. You reach your hand down, slipping your fingers beneath the fabric of her shorts, tracking the raised skin along her thighs. She gasps and shudders against your mouth but keeps kissing you.
The tender way you handled her made something short-circuit. No one had ever cared like this. Not until she’d met you three months ago. Fresh off breaking things off with Garcia, her mind a mess. You’d stepped in like her own personal ray of sunshine, only meant to find her skin. She’d tried to push you away with a dub nickname that endeared you horribly, being snappy on her off days, but none of it deterred you. She couldn’t resist your warmth and welcome forever. She kisses you harder, and you pay no mind to her tears as you pull away and smile. “I love you.” You admit gently, making her eyes widen and the grip on your hand tighten.
“Really?” She chokes out, making you nod earnestly. She throws her arms around your shoulders. “I–I–I love you, too…” You kiss her cheek.
“How about a movie, hm?” She nods, hugging you tighter.
“Anything… just… stay… love me… please.”
“Loving you is the easiest thing in the world.” You mutter gently, making her stomach explode with butterflies.