A/N: Firstly, a masssssssive thank you for all the reviews and support for Cashmere Curves. Hopefully a new chap for that will be up. This is just a little oneshot ties in around Way To Go, Brass is in hospital and Griss needs a moment of peace.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. It's short but I'm writing other stuff so more stories shall be up soon.

Take Care

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It's the early hours of the morning by the time I find him. The darkness is folded around him like a cloak, his face barely illuminated by the light spilling out from the hospital.I'm stuck by a sense of irony, the strange juxtaposition of the loud bustling hospital where lives are lost, and the quiet serenity of the garden that's filled with life.Shaking my head, I walk slowly across the damp lawn and drop wordlessly on to the wooden bench next to him, Slipping my hand over his.How long we sit in silence for, I don't know. Finally he lowers his head from where he's craning up to stare at the glowing stars above, and he turns to me. His eyes search mine, looking for something, an answer maybe, that he can't find.

"Why are you here?" his voice is rough with lack of use, his face drawn belying his exhaustion. The pressure, expectations resting on his shoulders seem to have worn him down, not least the fear for his friend lying in the hospital. I share that concern, Brass is like, I don't know, he treats me like a daughter, something I've never had before, a love with no expectations, no rules, barriers, parameters set for me to obey and follow.

Why am I here? Does he mean in Vegas or with him?

After a few moments of silence I realise it doesn't really matter, because my answer would be the same for either question.

I shrug my shoulders "You." I reply.

He doesn't respond. He just sits and stares at me with that fierce intensity he has.

Time passes without us noticing as our eyes hold each others weighty gaze. I don't look away until I feel his hand turn in mine, our palms meeting. I look down and watch as he entwines his fingers with mine, locking our hands together. I look up but he's already turned his attention back to the stars.

A small smile plays on my lips as I read his silence, no what his reply is without his words needed to confirm it.

Quietly I turn my face up too, grasping his hand tightly in reply and unable to stop the smile blossoming on my face.