Blood ties – Times are a-changing

Just drabbled inspired by a slide from the show: Henry drawing as Vicki is holding a sword.

Disclaimer: don't own the characters though I'd love to!

Warning: you're entering unbetaed territory.

One day she comes to his place to talk to him about a case and before they know it, it's become a habit. She drops by almost every night, even when she doesn't have a case pending. She sits in front of him in one of the armchairs, across the coffee table. He lounges on his sofa. He draws while they talk.

"Henry, why is it that I always have to pose? Can't you use that vase over there?" she asks him sarcastically.

"Love, the vase might be a perfect object of study but I need a little more curves to kindle my imagination." He gives her one of his charming yet teasing smiles and she throws a cushion at him, making him chuckle. He's caught the cushion without even looking at it or dropping his pencil.

"I don't have curves!" she cries indignantly.

"Yes, you do and I love them all. Why do women these days think they should be skinny to look beautiful? You're gorgeous the way you are, Victoria," he adds, his eyes roaming through her body.

"I hate it when you do that, Henry!"

"I know..." He smirks. "Now, shut up, Vicki, I need to focus."

"Now, mister! Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

"Shush! If you're a good girl, I'll take you to dinner when I'm finished. The more focused I am, the earlier you'll get food!" he jokes.

One ritual replaces another: Chinese food over cases with Mike feels like it happened a long time ago, in another life, when she didn't know him, when her world did not revolve around him, when his world didn't revolve around her...