Weather

Storms

Inspired by the storm that took out my power for three days back in Februrary. Thank you, Storm Darwin, for not dropping a tree on my roof.

Kim jumped about a foot in the air as a tree branch hit her living room window. The violent storm had already taken out her power, leaving her in the dark with only a small torch and the occasional flash of lightning for reading.

As she composed herself, she buried her head into the book she was studying, focusing her torch on the words, focusing hard on the string of sentences that littered the page. She mentally cursed Mother Nature for bringing down the most violent storm Chicago had seen in forty years down on her the day before her detectives' exam.

Outside the confines of her apartment, she could hear car horns, sirens and the slush of the rain hitting the pavement below. She had no doubt that her friends at Firehouse 51 were going to have a hell of a time tonight. She thanked the stars that she had the weekend off. She was also glad that her sister cancelled her trip out here this weekend, or else she would be going crazy with worry.

She wanted to call her team, to make sure everyone was all right, but being the idiot that she is, she forgot to charge her phone last night. The phone lines were also damaged almost everywhere in the city, leaving her with no landline either. She could only hope that everyone was at home safe.

After spending at least ten minutes thoroughly worrying about the well being of her team, she refocused her attention on her book, only to be pulled out of it when there was a loud pounding on her door.

Her brow furrowed as she got up off her couch. Carrying her torch in front of her, she shone the light on the deadbolt, quickly undoing the lock as she looked through the peephole.

Opening the door, she was engulfed in a pair of wet, cold arms. She let out a muffled 'oof' as her head was buried in her boyfriend's shoulder.

He whispered "Thank God." In her hair, pulling away from her. "I thought- I-"

"Adam. Christ, calm down." She brought him inside her apartment, closing the door behind her.

He ran a hand through his soaked hair, which is now brown instead of blonde. "You weren't picking up your phone...I thought that- that-"

"Hey. Hey." She said, touching his arm lightly. "My phone was out of charge, the phone lines are down. I'm okay. I'm okay." She hugged him then, her smaller frame bunching into his chest, leaving her pyjamas soaked through.

He kissed her then, water from his face running down onto her nose, splashing onto her eyelashes, down her cheeks. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers, noses almost touching. "I don't know what I'd have done if you-"

"Don't think like that. I'm not going anywhere." She interrupted. "Not ever."

"Good." He replies.