Agent With a Shotgun

Twenty two

After the medics looked over her, Amelia was now leaning against the front of one of the black SUVs parked in front of the warehouse. She managed to convince them that she didn't need to go to a hospital when they assured her that her ribs were not broken, only severely bruised. They didn't like the idea of her not getting a more thorough check up in the emergency room but she was not having it. They let her go after giving her some medicine for the pain.

So now, she was leaning against the SUV with Coltons' FBI windbreaker over her arms. Her ruined shirt was taken off when the medics began their examination on her so Colton brought over his jacket for her to wear before going to help the other agents in the warehouse. She stood waiting for him to come back out because since she wasn't an agent with the bureau anymore, she couldn't be in the warehouse with them. It was against the protocol.

Amelias' head was leaned back with her eyes closed as her arms crossed over her chest gently, the cool night breeze had her feeling refreshed. Her hair was damp as well from the water so she shivered every now and then as well.

She wasn't standing alone very long before she heard footsteps approaching her. She opened her eyes and saw Colton walking towards her, beginning to take off his bulletproof vest.

"You alright?" He asked her gently once he reached her, setting his vest on the ground beside the car. Amelia nodded her head tiredly in response, her eyes dropping to a hooded look. Colton looked over her face with sad eyes, he had no idea what Wilkins did to her the entire time he had her but it was clear she had been through hell and back.

He sighed softly before reaching up to cup her cheek with one hand, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead, "I still think it's a good idea for you to go to the hospital to get checked out. Just to be safe." Amelia shook her head though, leaning into his embrace, "I'm fine."

Colton wasn't convinced but he let it go, knowing this wasn't an argument he could win. He just wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, leaning his cheek on top of her head.

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Amelia spoke up, "I was starting to worry that maybe you wouldn't find me," she leaned back to look up at him, "the more time went on, the less confident I was."

Colton, however, calmed her worries, "I'll always find you. Just may take a little longer than either of us would like." That had Amelia letting out a small chuckle, "Yea, god knows that you aren't exactly the fastest."

Colton feigned offense, "Hey, I get the job done though don't I?" Amelia laughed at his expression, feeling a little it lighter at their banter.

"I guess you do," Amelia nodded, wrapping her arms around Coltons' neck, "it's not always the best but it'll do." Colton scoffed, moving his hands to hold her waist, "I'll remember that next time you get kidnapped by a crazy serial killer." Amelia giggled, biting her lip as she looked up at him, "Let's hope I don't get kidnapped by anyone ever again."

"I'll preach to that," Colton laughed, but his smile didn't exactly reach his eyes. Amelia saw the worry from earlier still visible on his face and in his eyes, but he was trying to mask it.

Amelia brushed her hands softly across his jaw, threading her fingers through the hair on his nape, "I'm okay, Colton. You can stop worrying now."

Colton looked over her face for a moment before letting out a sigh and dropping his head, fingers tightening their grip on her waist, "I thought I lost you." He whispered, making Amelias' heart clench at his tone. He sounded so vulnerable, scared. A way Amelia had rarely ever seen him.

She lifted his gaze to meet hers, "You are not getting rid of me that easily, okay? You're stuck with me." She told him softly, tracing her thumb over his cheek gently. Colton looked over her for a moment in silence before he nodded his head.