Touch

You now know what utter frustration and irrevocable happiness feel liek at the same time. And its a confusing, adrenaline-inducing emotion.

Part of you wants McGee to get off the floor and pinch your arm and the other part just wants to reach out and feel her hair or caress her cheek; either of the two proving you're not getting desert fever and hallucinating.

But your hands are tied and your throat is dry. You could care less about the latter; its the foremost that's pushing you over the edge of frustration.

You know there will be mark, bruises, red lines and some possible scaring when you finally break free and you finally know exactly how Indian Jones felt.

All you want to do is get out of these damn binds and touch her, hold her, kiss her. You want to bury your nose deep in her hair until you reach her olive skin and you could care less how sweaty, greasy, or sandy either might be. You just need to prove to yourself that she's alive. Maybe even your hand over her heart, just to heaar one flutter of a heartbeat with do the trick. You just need to feel the touch of her skin against your. but instead all you do is lock eyes with her, when your not battling the truth serum, because right now that's all you can do.

At this point you finally realize why she intentionally reached her hand out to brush your waist as you made your way back to your desk, your car just having blown up and soon finding out everyone believed you were dead. She jsut needed to know it was you. She needed to feel your skin because although you don't show it enough you know how important skin to skin contact is. A simple touch can bring so much closer And now you know you deserve more than the brush of a finger against hip; she only had to go through less than 24 hours of that. You've endured well over a month. And even more so the living dead was right in front of you and with Saleem not 40 feet outside of you, you have no idea if you'll all make it out.

So now you're fuming with frustration with lack of closer. As she sits there and stares at you while you can only merely pray that its actually her. You have never wanted to simple just feel her mere fingertip against your more than you do right now.

Tag to 7x1 Truth or Consequences.