A Trip to the Doctor (Fic for sands-in-mexico)

[texan_housewife]

Sandra sat in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, fidgeting anxiously. The doctor was running late, and she just needed to know. She’d been feeling sick to her stomach, off and on, for a few weeks, and she just knew something serious was going on. She didn’t get nauseous, not often. And never, ever lasting this long.

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[sands_in_mexico]

Sheldon was sitting at his desk at the office, still unable to go out into the field which was fine by him. He was getting too old to chase around a bunch of snot nosed rookies and the promotion landed him a nice position though he never liked wearing a suit and tie.

His arm still in the sling, the time came to pack up for the night and go home. His shift was over. Closing his door, Sheldon never bothered with a brief case until now and that old Chevelle still waited for him in the parking garage below. One of the perks being an office bound agent. Nearing retirement, Sheldon didn't want to just be stagnant either but routine was starting to take it's hold on the otherwise chaotic agent that spent more years in the field than behind the desk.

Now he was the one sending out the operatives in his division which mostly consisted of narcotics and illegal smuggling. International crimes was what he dealt in and really he loved messing with politics even more. But simply because he was too hands on, Sheldon was forced away for most of his career. The agency wanted him as far away as possible simply because he was too much in control of his own life and refused to comply with standards.

Not much has changed and it showed with his defiance to the dress code. Suits and ties made easy targets. And he wasn't about to become one again for the fifth time in his life. He already had to explain the new scars. The old ones all had their own story.

Leaving floor and dressed like the cowboy he generally loves to wear the most, his collection of boots are about to be shown off one more time and now it was time to go home.

He opened the door to his Chevelle and entered the car. Turning on the ringer on his cell phone and inserting the bluetooth in his ear, his checks were all routine.

[texan_housewife]

Sandra had gone home, spending a few hours in bemused anxiety, too many emotions to deal with flooding her system. She glanced up at the clock, then pulled out her phone. Sheldon should be off by now...

[sands_in_mexico]

His phone rang and touched the button on his bluetooth to answer it. "Yeah, hello." One of the things that Sheldon hardly does anymore is look at the caller I.D. He had a separate ring tone for his custom groups and Sandra had her own entirely different ring tone. "What's up, babydoll?"

[texan_housewife]

"Sheldon, what're ya doin' tonight?" She bit her lip, drumming her fingers on the counter. She hoped he could come over. She didn't want to worry longer than she had to.

[sands_in_mexico]

"Not much other than to work on a spreadsheet and I can do that in twenty minutes." He wasn't entirely sure but the tone of her voice sounded like she needed him and he decided to oblige. "I'll bring dinner home tonight. What do you feel like?"

Since he was out anyway, it only made sense that he would do something to help out a little and she's one of the best cooks he's ever known. But again, there was something on her mind and he could here it.

[texan_housewife]

She sighed. "Honestly, sugar? Food's the last thing on my mind." At least she wasn't throwing it up at the moment, but...

[sands_in_mexico]

"Okay. Am I allowed over or is it one of those days?" Sheldon wasn't exactly sure what was going on but he needed to find out since it was pretty clear that she's troubled.

[texan_housewife]

"If ya can... I'd like ya to come over. I... we need talk, hon." Oh, Lord, now she sounded like she was breaking up with him. That's how men always interpreted that phrase.

[sands_in_mexico]

Sheldon clears his throat with a thoughtful pause. The tone sounded very close to those Dear John talks that he's been often the other side of and that did worry him some. He kept his voice calm. "Okay. Okay. Whatever it is, we'll talk it over and, and uh get things squared away."

For the first time in a long time he felt off center and unbalanced. Still he didn't want to jump to conclusions until he had all the facts. It still didn't help his emotional state and Sandra always knew just the right things to say and do that shatters that poker face of his.

"I'm on my way. Are you sure that you don't want me to pick up anything along the way?" It was good to extend out the laurels even if the circumstances are uncertain.

[texan_housewife]

"No, sugar, all I need's you," she murmured, forcing the worry out of her voice for a moment. She didn't want to worry the man, not too much.

[sands_in_mexico]

"Okay." His voice softens. He didn't know what else to say other than to keep her reaffirmed that he's not going to ignore the situation.

Five minutes later, he pulls into Sandra's drive. The familiar rumble of the engine of his Chevelle and the ugly flame paint job certainly made the car stand out in the otherwise tranquil suburban home. The owner was just as loud and it was so hard to believe that he's a CIA agent.

The bright blue sling stood out against his black and red cowboy outfit. The door creaked closed.

[texan_housewife]

Sandra stood on the porch waiting for him, as much as she wanted to fling herself into his arms. She needed him inside before she could tell him. It was... too private to let the neighbors see. And... she just didn't know what to do.

[sands_in_mexico]

Sheldon's emotional state was pretty much on par with his facial expression. Stoic, calm and relatively unreadable, he was preparing for the worst. Stepping up to the porch and sliding his keys into his pocket, he gulped down the urge to say the wrong thing. He stops just at the edge of the porch and gives a quick grin.

"Hi," Sheldon said in a slightly uneasy tone. And the funny thing about it all was that he didn't think he did anything wrong...besides forgetting to tell Sandra that he was injured on the job.

[texan_housewife]

"Hey there," she said softly, gulping anxiously as she reached for him. "Come... come on in, hon."

[sands_in_mexico]

Sheldon didn't hesitate but he knew there was something serious going on. It wasn't as if he could guess. He could and none of them would be correct. "Alright," he said stepping in through the door.

Crossing the room, he took a seat on the couch slowly and watched Sandra as she went about her movements.

[texan_housewife]

She paced in front of him for a moment before speaking. "Lord. Sugar, I... I went to the doctor this morning." She ran her fingers through her hair, agitation radiating from her, easy to see.