Radclyffe - Safe Harbor

"Never mind that. Sally is always forgetting to lock it." Tory scrutinized Reeses face carefully.

"Youre going to need stitches."

"I need to call for backup"

"Whyam I under arrest? I didnt know it was you until you spoke. I heard a noise in the hall"

"Terrific," Reese grimaced, doubly embarrassed. "First I announce my presence, then I let you take me out. Maybe you should be wearing the badge!"

Tory smiled grimly. "This cane is nearly as deadly as that gun of yours, at least at close range. Im thankful I didnt break your arm." She looked at Reese with mounting concern. "I didnt, did I?"

Kneeling with some difficulty in front of Reese, she grasped Reeses right hand in hers. "Squeeze my fingers," she said.

"Cant," Reese mumbled, battling a sudden wave of nausea.

"I must have hit the median nerve," she noted clinically. "It may be a couple of hours before you can flex your fingers, but nothing seems broken."

She continued to probe along Reeses forearm, aware of the well-developed muscles under her fingers. "Youre lucky youre in such good shapeyour muscle mass protected you. Still, well need to watch for compression injuries. Youre going to get a lot of swelling." She rocked back and studied Reeses face, brushing a lock of hair off Reeses forehead. The sheriff was pale, but her gaze was clear. "Youve got a laceration through your eyebrow. We need to go back to the procedure room so I can take care of it. Can you walk?"

Reese nodded, holstering her gun as she carefully pushed herself to a standing position. She extended her left hand to assist Tory to her feet.

"I cant tell you how sorry I am, Sheriff," Tory began as they moved to the rear of the clinic.

"It was a lesson well learned, Doctor," Reese said grimly. "Having a gun sometimes make you overconfident. A well-trained martial artist is a real threat in close quarters. Thats what you are, isnt it?"

"Sit here," Tory indicated, motioning to the operating table in the center of the room. She was silent as she opened gloves and a suture tray. "Are you allergic to any drugs?"

"No."

"Lie back. I just need to clean this up a bit." As she set about her work, she continued, "Hapkido. Do you know it?"

"Some - Im trained in jujitsu," Reese replied, wincing slightly at the sting of the novocaine injection. "Hapkido. Thats Korean, isnt it?"

"Uh huh," Tory responded as she began placing the sutures. "Its a combination of Aikido and Tae Kwon Do. Fortunately for me, it also teaches the art of the cane."

"Well, its certainly effective," Reese said flatly. "Youll have to show me sometime."

"If you like. There, thats it. Ill need to take these stitches out in five days." She pulled the stool over and sat down facing Reese. "What are you doing here?"

"I happened to be driving by and I saw your Jeep. The place was dark. I was worried. Youre not supposed to be here alone, remember?"

Tory sighed, "I know. We ran so late I sent everyone home an hour ago. I had literally just finished and was heading out the door when I heard you. I am so sorry"

"Please," Reese said, pushing herself up to a sitting position. Thankfully her head felt clear. "Im glad to know you can take care of yourself so well. Lets just leave it at that, okay?"

Tory stood, reaching for an alcohol swab. When she cupped Reeses chin in one hand, Reese tensed.

"Youve got blood on your neck," Tory said quietly, wiping the skin gently.

"Thank you," Reese murmured, her eyes meeting Torys deep hazel ones. She was acutely aware of the warmth in Torys touch.

Tory stepped back quickly, averting her gaze as she quickly broke their contact. The withdrawal was so abrupt, Reese shivered involuntarily. Tory frowned. "You need to be in bed. Come on, Ill drive you home."

"Im okay," Reese muttered, jumping down from the table. She swayed with a sudden wave of dizziness, and would have fallen if Tory hadnt slipped her arm quickly around her waist.

"Not quite, youre not. You may be strong, but youre not made of steel. Youve had a nasty blow to your head and with that arm, youre not fit to drive. I mean it."

"I cant leave my truck on the road," Reese protested.

"Ill drive it. Come on."

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"Go get into bed," Tory said when Reese led them into the living room of her new home. "Ill get some ice for your arm - kitchen through there?" she indicated with a nod of her head.

"Yes, but I can get it"

Tory rounded on Reese, her eyes flashing. "Look Sheriff, you can save the butch routine for the bad guys. I know you can get it. The point is that I want you to lie down, so Im going to get it."

Reese stared at her, an uncomprehending look on her face. "Im not trying to be butch! Im just used to doing things for myself."

Torys features softened, and a smile curved her full lips. "Yes, Ill bet you are. But tonight you dont have to. Now go onplease."

Tory found her a few minutes later awkwardly trying to hang her gun belt and uniform in the closet. Her right arm was still uncoordinated and visibly swollen. She had managed to pull on a faded cotton T-shirt, USMC stenciled over her left chest. Her legs were bare below the hem of the shirt. Tory tried not to stare at the expanse of smooth skin and tightly muscled limbs, finally deciding she couldnt avoid looking at her unless she suddenly went blind. Taking the hanger from Reeses fumbling grasp, she said firmly, "Bed."

Tory folded the trousers carefully and hung them up in the precisely ordered closet. Shirts and pants were neatly segregateddress clothes to the left, casual clothes to the right. She stared thoughtfully at the crisp Judo gis and the carefully folded hakamas on the top shelf. The mysterious sheriff was more than a casual martial artist.

Turning, Tory found Reese propped up in bed, her hands folded on the sheets that covered her to the waist. She was watching Tory carefully, her face inscrutable. Tory stared back at her, thinking that this woman spoke volumes with her silence.

"What?" Tory asked softly.

"I was watching you study my closet with such interest. Are you always so observant?"

"Occupational hazard. Being a doctor is a little like being a detectiveyou have to learn not to overlook the subtle details. How about you? Always so neat, ordered, and controlled?"

Reese laughed. "Yes. Fifteen years of the Marine Corp will do that for you. Although it might be hereditary. My father is career military."

"And your mother is an organizational systems manager?" Tory joked.

Reese grew suddenly still, her expression thoughtful. "No, my mother is an artist. Im afraid I didnt inherit anything from her."

Tory saw the subject was clearly off limits and once again a vast distance settled between them. "Here," she said, approaching the bed with the plastic bag of ice in her hand, "hold out your arm." She wrapped a towel loosely around Reeses forearm, then applied the ice pack, securing it with another towel. "Keep this on as long as you can. If you have more pain during the night or the numbness worsens, call me. Its unlikely youll have a problem, but I dont want to take any chances."

"Whats your phone number?" Reese asked politely. She had no intention of taking up any more of this womans time. The whole ridiculous situation was her fault to begin with. No one had ever taken her by surprise like that before.

"Just yell - Ill be on your couch."

Reese shot straight up in bed. "You are not staying here!"

"My Jeep is at the clinic, and Im tired, and Im starting to get cranky. I intend to go to sleep - immediately. Dont worry, you wont even know Im here."

"Thats not the point!" Reese exclaimed. "Youve already done too much for me!"

Tory raised an eyebrow. "And just how would you define "too much", Sheriff? Is any help at all too much? Just tell me where the sheets areIm beat."