I go and get food after she makes it through the outside security gates. Eddie's love for food is alarming and I know that if the visit goes badly, food will be my best bet. She won't try and take her anger out on me if I hand her a burger and fries. I tell myself that getting her food is an act of self-preservation and that I'm not doing it just to see her smile.

I almost believe myself.

She emerges about forty five minutes after she entered and I'm sitting on the hood of the car waiting for her. I smile as I try to get a clear read on her mood. She looks lighter, as if a great weight had finally been lifted from her shoulders, but she projects a gloomy energy. She is looking down though, so I can't see her face.

Then she looked up.

Her eyes meet mine and her pace quickens. I stand up, ready to get in the car, but before I can move towards the driver's side door, she's on me. She crashes into my chest and I stumble back a step to regain my balance. If she were any bigger we both would be on the ground. My arms unconsciously wrap around her small body, holding her to me. Her head is pressed into my shoulder and her hands cling tightly to the back of the shirt beneath my leather jacket. I try not to think about how good it feels, how right.

"Hey, it's gunna be okay," I say softly. One of my hands begins to rub what I hope are soothing circles on her back. I know I can't push her to talk. She's snap at me like she did the other day. But I wish I knew what happened in there. We just stand there for a few moments and I can feel her muscles begin to relax. She takes a few deep breaths and looks up at me.

"Thanks Jamie" she whispers. She sounds far younger than she is. She looks up at me and the broken look on her face makes my heart ache. I give her a gently smile. She lets go of the back of my shirt and I force my arms to release her. She shoots me a nervous grin and climbs into the passenger's seat. I take a breath and slide behind the wheel. Eddie already has her seatbelt on and is gazing blankly out the window, lost in her own thoughts. Her head is pressed against the glass.

"I ah" I stutter. Only she can make me stutter. "I got you a burger" I admit as I reach into the back to retrieve that fast food bag. Her head whips around and her eyes light up. I chuckle. There's my girl. Not that she's my girl. "But if you don't want it I could always just…" I trail off.

"Give it Reagan!" She lunges at the bag and if she didn't have a seatbelt on I think she would have ended up on top of me. I laugh and toss the bag into her lap. She tears into it like an animal. If it were just a normal day on patrol I would have made a crack about her eating habits, but today I bite my tongue. She sinks her teeth into it and moans. She actually moans. I'm beginning to think she has an unhealthy relationship with food.

"Don't forget to breathe," I crack as I turn the key and the engine roars to life. I see her flip me off out of the corner of my eye before she returns to her second full sized dinner of the night. I just drive because I know that's what she needs me to do. And I would do anything for her.

So I just drive.

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