Hard Day's Night
It's been a long night on patrol, but a welcome one. Working off his earlier frustration's been draining, both physically and emotionally. By the time he gets back to the brownstone, it's first light. He's got a few of his own cuts and bruises to show for the night's work, but he's thinking more of a long hot shower before getting some sleep.
As he silently enters, he sees Babs is still awake, and working. He can tell just by the slump in her shoulders, the slight lilt in her voice, that it's been a long night for her too. He moves to her side, gently resting a hand on her shoulder, letting her know he's there, that he missed her, without saying a word. Without missing a beat, she looks back up at him, with a tired smile. He draws up a chair, and sits patiently at her side, waiting for the call to end.
As he silently enters, he sees Babs is still awake, and working. He can tell just by the slump in her shoulders, the slight lilt in her voice, that it's been a long night for her too. He moves to her side, gently resting a hand on her shoulder, letting her know he's there, that he missed her, without saying a word. Without missing a beat, she looks back up at him, with a tired smile. He draws up a chair, and sits patiently at her side, waiting for the call to end.