Fic: Stars Misaligned -- Part V - Robin
Title: Stars Misaligned
Summary: In hindsight, he really should never have answered the phone.
Pairing: Don/Robin
Genre: Humour/Romance
Rating: 14A
Spoilers: Set season 5, no specific spoliers.
Part 9/11
Robin listened aimlessly to the rain as it pattered off the roof of her car. It had really started raining by the time she turned off onto the street Colby had indicated. Traffic had been light the entire way, and this street was no different. In fact, besides the familiar large SUV parked on the shoulder it was basically deserted. She pulled her car over just in front of Don's car putting it into park as she took in the sight of two rather sorry looking federal agents.
Colby stood leaning against the SUV, his light jacket was clearly soaked through, and he looked thoroughly miserable. A few feet away Don was seated on the gravel shoulder. The dark blue ill-fitting dress shirt he wore was stained even darker from the rain, he was not even wearing a jacket. He stared drearily at the road as though he had not even noticed her car pull up.
She hurried out of the car barely even noticing that she had forgotten her own coat back at her parents' house. "Don?" She called trying to get his attention.
"Robin?" he questioned as he looked up at her, bewildered. His dark bangs were plastered to his head from the rain and as he blinked up at her dazedly. Robin could not help but think that he looked rather pitiful, in an adorable sort of way.
"Come on," she said, offering her hand and helping him off the ground. She directed him towards her car. "You too Colby," she called noting that Colby had not moved from his position by the SUV.
A minute later they were all in Robin's car, dripping water all over her seats. Oh well, Robin thought, at least they are out of the rain now. Although, she was still quite confused as to why the two agents had been sitting in the rain to begin with.
She turned to ask Don who was seated beside her in the passenger seat, but when she looked at him now, she noticed several details that had escaped her attention before. For one thing he was rather pale. The second thing she noticed was a small row of stitches half hidden by his wet bangs. Stitches. What the hell did they teach agents at Quantico that made them think that stitches qualified as getting 'a little roughed up'. For a moment, Robin had a hard time deciding if she wanted to yell at him or hold him.
Without thinking she reached forward to brush Don's hair out of the way so she could see the whole injury, but the red inflamed skin around the stitches made her pause, her hand hovering in the air a moment before she dropped it back to her lap. "What happened?" she asked, concern clear in her voice.
Don, who had been leaning back in the seat with his eyes shut, turned now to face his girlfriend, "We, uh, got a flat," he offered. He had either missed her motion, or was deliberately mis-answering her question. Robin was not really sure which.
"I meant your head," Robin clarified with a slight gesture towards the injury.
"Oh." Don mumbled sitting back again. "It's fine. Just a cut."
Robin fixed Don with a disbelieving look, but he did not seem to notice. In fact Don seemed rather unusually unobservant at the moment. Her concern rose a notch and she turned her gaze to the back seat and Colby instead.
Colby looked warily at his boss, as though weighing his best course of action, before speaking. "Don took a blow to the head this afternoon." He admitted finally.
"Granger," Don warned.
"Hey, unless you would rather I spend the night watching you, Robin needs to know what to be watching for," Colby countered.
Don sighed and turned to Robin. "I have a minor concussion."
"Moderate." Colby piped up helpfully from the back and Don shot him a dirty look.
"What happened?" Robin asked again, this time not really sure she wanted to know the answer. The way Don was avoiding it made her wonder if it was a closer call than he wanted to admit.
"Witness interview didn't go quite as planned," Colby replied vaguely. "But the doctor checked him out said as he should be fine, but to go back to the hospital if any of the symptoms worsen or if you have a hard time waking him."
Robin nodded numbly. Right, back to the hospital. It would have been nice if someone had thought to tell her that her boyfriend had been to the hospital in the first place. "You're sure you're okay?" she asked Don.
He started to nod but seemed to think better off it at the last second. "Yeah. Robin I promise, I'm fine. I just want to go home and sleep." He mumbled the last bit, but Robin still heard.
Colby looked out at the down pour dismally, looking as though he was expecting to have to leave, Robin asked, "How long till the truck arrives?"
"Uh, should be here in about fifteen." Colby answered.
Robin nodded, "Okay," she turned to watch Don, who seemed to be watching the rain falling on the hood of the car. "We'll head home soon, okay?" She had a feeling she owed Colby at least that much. Probably a lot more, if it had been as bad as she was beginning to think it was.
"'Kay" Don muttered.
Silence fell in the car, and Robin watched Don absently. How close had she come to losing him today? Did she even want to know? She sighed, probably not. This was not how she had pictured this evening, at all.
A pair of headlights turned onto the street and headed towards them. Tow truck, Robin thought. Colby clearly noticed it too as he gather his jacket, which he had pulled off. He reached for the door handle and paused, "Don, uh, you don't need me to pick you up tomorrow do you?" he asked.
"Tomorrow?" Robin asked confused, Don would surely be on medical leave, why would Colby possibly think he would need to take Don anywhere.
"Huh?" Don asked clearly as confused as Robin.
"I told the LAPD guys you'd make your statement tomorrow remember?"
"Oh. Right." Don replied with a sigh. "I'll find a ride, thanks though Colby."
"Statement?" Robin wondered aloud. "Why does he need to talk to LAPD?" she asked Colby who was looking over to the tow truck that was just slowing down behind the SUV. "Colby?"
He finally looked back at Robin, and then shot another fleeting look at his boss before answering. "Uh, we came across an active scene on the way over, LAPD just needs Don's account of events for their records."
"An active scene?" She asked,was it too much to ask for them just to say what actually happened? Did they really have a pre-arranged euphemism for everything?
"Some guy jacked up on something decided to hold up a gas-station," Don replied quietly. "Granger took him down."
Oh. Of course. An active scene. Well no reason to worry there. Robin closed her eyes and took a deep breath, telling herself not to freak out. All part of the job description of being an agent's girlfriend. Besides, she could always freak out at Don later, when he was more coherent.
Colby reached for the door, looking rather desperate to leave before he was asked anything else. "I just have one question." Robin said stopping him as another thought occurred to her, "Why exactly were the two of you standing out it the rain?"
A small grin appeared on Don's face. "Go ahead Colb," He offered with slight wave of his hand, "you seemed so eager to field all her other questions."
Colby ducked his head sheepishly, "I, uh, I locked the keys in the trunk." He admitted before slipping out the door to meet with the truck driver who was now hooking up Don's SUV in preparation to tow it.
Robin raised an eyebrow and looked at Don, "Seriously?"
"Yup." Don replied. "And Granger thinks I have bad luck."
Summary: In hindsight, he really should never have answered the phone.
Pairing: Don/Robin
Genre: Humour/Romance
Rating: 14A
Spoilers: Set season 5, no specific spoliers.
Part 9/11
Robin listened aimlessly to the rain as it pattered off the roof of her car. It had really started raining by the time she turned off onto the street Colby had indicated. Traffic had been light the entire way, and this street was no different. In fact, besides the familiar large SUV parked on the shoulder it was basically deserted. She pulled her car over just in front of Don's car putting it into park as she took in the sight of two rather sorry looking federal agents.
Colby stood leaning against the SUV, his light jacket was clearly soaked through, and he looked thoroughly miserable. A few feet away Don was seated on the gravel shoulder. The dark blue ill-fitting dress shirt he wore was stained even darker from the rain, he was not even wearing a jacket. He stared drearily at the road as though he had not even noticed her car pull up.
She hurried out of the car barely even noticing that she had forgotten her own coat back at her parents' house. "Don?" She called trying to get his attention.
"Robin?" he questioned as he looked up at her, bewildered. His dark bangs were plastered to his head from the rain and as he blinked up at her dazedly. Robin could not help but think that he looked rather pitiful, in an adorable sort of way.
"Come on," she said, offering her hand and helping him off the ground. She directed him towards her car. "You too Colby," she called noting that Colby had not moved from his position by the SUV.
A minute later they were all in Robin's car, dripping water all over her seats. Oh well, Robin thought, at least they are out of the rain now. Although, she was still quite confused as to why the two agents had been sitting in the rain to begin with.
She turned to ask Don who was seated beside her in the passenger seat, but when she looked at him now, she noticed several details that had escaped her attention before. For one thing he was rather pale. The second thing she noticed was a small row of stitches half hidden by his wet bangs. Stitches. What the hell did they teach agents at Quantico that made them think that stitches qualified as getting 'a little roughed up'. For a moment, Robin had a hard time deciding if she wanted to yell at him or hold him.
Without thinking she reached forward to brush Don's hair out of the way so she could see the whole injury, but the red inflamed skin around the stitches made her pause, her hand hovering in the air a moment before she dropped it back to her lap. "What happened?" she asked, concern clear in her voice.
Don, who had been leaning back in the seat with his eyes shut, turned now to face his girlfriend, "We, uh, got a flat," he offered. He had either missed her motion, or was deliberately mis-answering her question. Robin was not really sure which.
"I meant your head," Robin clarified with a slight gesture towards the injury.
"Oh." Don mumbled sitting back again. "It's fine. Just a cut."
Robin fixed Don with a disbelieving look, but he did not seem to notice. In fact Don seemed rather unusually unobservant at the moment. Her concern rose a notch and she turned her gaze to the back seat and Colby instead.
Colby looked warily at his boss, as though weighing his best course of action, before speaking. "Don took a blow to the head this afternoon." He admitted finally.
"Granger," Don warned.
"Hey, unless you would rather I spend the night watching you, Robin needs to know what to be watching for," Colby countered.
Don sighed and turned to Robin. "I have a minor concussion."
"Moderate." Colby piped up helpfully from the back and Don shot him a dirty look.
"What happened?" Robin asked again, this time not really sure she wanted to know the answer. The way Don was avoiding it made her wonder if it was a closer call than he wanted to admit.
"Witness interview didn't go quite as planned," Colby replied vaguely. "But the doctor checked him out said as he should be fine, but to go back to the hospital if any of the symptoms worsen or if you have a hard time waking him."
Robin nodded numbly. Right, back to the hospital. It would have been nice if someone had thought to tell her that her boyfriend had been to the hospital in the first place. "You're sure you're okay?" she asked Don.
He started to nod but seemed to think better off it at the last second. "Yeah. Robin I promise, I'm fine. I just want to go home and sleep." He mumbled the last bit, but Robin still heard.
Colby looked out at the down pour dismally, looking as though he was expecting to have to leave, Robin asked, "How long till the truck arrives?"
"Uh, should be here in about fifteen." Colby answered.
Robin nodded, "Okay," she turned to watch Don, who seemed to be watching the rain falling on the hood of the car. "We'll head home soon, okay?" She had a feeling she owed Colby at least that much. Probably a lot more, if it had been as bad as she was beginning to think it was.
"'Kay" Don muttered.
Silence fell in the car, and Robin watched Don absently. How close had she come to losing him today? Did she even want to know? She sighed, probably not. This was not how she had pictured this evening, at all.
A pair of headlights turned onto the street and headed towards them. Tow truck, Robin thought. Colby clearly noticed it too as he gather his jacket, which he had pulled off. He reached for the door handle and paused, "Don, uh, you don't need me to pick you up tomorrow do you?" he asked.
"Tomorrow?" Robin asked confused, Don would surely be on medical leave, why would Colby possibly think he would need to take Don anywhere.
"Huh?" Don asked clearly as confused as Robin.
"I told the LAPD guys you'd make your statement tomorrow remember?"
"Oh. Right." Don replied with a sigh. "I'll find a ride, thanks though Colby."
"Statement?" Robin wondered aloud. "Why does he need to talk to LAPD?" she asked Colby who was looking over to the tow truck that was just slowing down behind the SUV. "Colby?"
He finally looked back at Robin, and then shot another fleeting look at his boss before answering. "Uh, we came across an active scene on the way over, LAPD just needs Don's account of events for their records."
"An active scene?" She asked,was it too much to ask for them just to say what actually happened? Did they really have a pre-arranged euphemism for everything?
"Some guy jacked up on something decided to hold up a gas-station," Don replied quietly. "Granger took him down."
Oh. Of course. An active scene. Well no reason to worry there. Robin closed her eyes and took a deep breath, telling herself not to freak out. All part of the job description of being an agent's girlfriend. Besides, she could always freak out at Don later, when he was more coherent.
Colby reached for the door, looking rather desperate to leave before he was asked anything else. "I just have one question." Robin said stopping him as another thought occurred to her, "Why exactly were the two of you standing out it the rain?"
A small grin appeared on Don's face. "Go ahead Colb," He offered with slight wave of his hand, "you seemed so eager to field all her other questions."
Colby ducked his head sheepishly, "I, uh, I locked the keys in the trunk." He admitted before slipping out the door to meet with the truck driver who was now hooking up Don's SUV in preparation to tow it.
Robin raised an eyebrow and looked at Don, "Seriously?"
"Yup." Don replied. "And Granger thinks I have bad luck."