Fics like you're in my head (and nothing else is right)

“Look… I’m offering,” Santos doubles down. “I can drive you home. It’s really not a big deal. No problema.” That earns a breathless, barely-there laugh from Garcia for some reason, and after a visible deep breath in and out she shifts onto her back to look at Santos, and her cheeks are wet. “Shit,” Santos mutters,”how long have you been stuck in here?” “Not long enough, apparently.” Garcia hesitates again before wincing through a wave of pain. “It’ll pass. I’ll be fine.” But Santos just gives her a look. “Seriously, what's the point of lying to me when you could just let me help?” Garcia sort of rolls her eyes, but they’re bloodshot and too glassy and the next blink releases a tear that she quickly swipes away. (They haven't spoken since the Langdon incident, and now Garcia's having a migraine attack, and it turns out they didn't completely destroy whatever This is.)

Fics like you're in my head (and nothing else is right)

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