A very long day


Chapter 4: Revelations and Admissions

Walking down the morgue hallway at Meredith’s side, Davis bit his own lip for the umpteenth
time. //It shouldn’t be quite so easy to understand the urge to shoot her, should it?// “Right through
here, Ms. Davies.” Holding open the door, Davis felt his eyes freeze in his skull. Tru. His Tru
was sitting on the edge of a morgue table with Harrison at her side, obviously uncomfortable to be
there. //Tru....// She looked... horrible, emotions chasing each other over her face. Davis wanted
to hold her so bad right this instant. He felt every nerve in his body reach out, wanting to chase that
look from her eyes. But part of him was deeply afraid of what look would appear on her face if he
tried to put his arms around her.

“Tru Davies, I just can’t believe you. How could you not call me? You’re getting death threats at
work and I have to hear about it from your boss?” Meredith crossed the floor and puled Tru into a
hug, so she couldn’t see the look on Tru’s face.

But Davis could. Tru looked shocked, surprised. But is wasn’t in a “no idea what you’re talking
about” way. The expression written across her face sat up and screamed “How did you know?”
//I’m guarding the wrong Davies girl. Goddammit, Tru, how could you not tell me?// Davis found
himself all the way to Tru’s side before he’d felt his feet move. Pulling her away from Meredith’s
arms, he locked a hand around her wrist.

“You two stay here.” Grinding his teeth to keep the flood of words inside until they were alone,
Davis led Tru none too gently down the hall to his office, firmly shutting the door behind them.
Nearly dragging her across the room, he forced his grip open and watched as Tru sat in his chair,
blinking up at him as he paced silently before her.

“Davis?”

Suddenly the flood burst out through his restraints, words tumbling across his lips. “How, Tru?
How could you not tell me? How could you possibly walk out of here earlier and try to deal with
this alone?” Davis stopped pacing and stood so close to the chair that his pants brushed hers.
“How could you lie to me after everything....”

Something unreadable flashed over her eyes and Tru leaned forward. “I didn’t lie to you, Davis, I
couldn’t lie to you if I tried.” As if she’d said more than she’d thought to, Tru pulled back, hugging
her own arms. It was too much.

Dropping to his knees, Davis laid a hand on her arm. “You didn’t tell me the truth either. No more
omissions, Tru. No hiding from me.” His brain almost refused to form the next words, they were
so horrible a thing to think about. “I... I found you... yesterday... bleeding, didn’t I?” His hands
moved on their own to lay just above her knees, rubbing up and down slightly. “You died... in
front of me... and you asked for help.”

“No, you did.” He could feel her trembling under his hands. Her eyes fell closed and she bit her
lip. Davis resisted, weakly, the sudden urge to lean up and sooth that bit of wounded flesh with a
kiss.

“Tru?”

Her eyes opened and finally, finally met his. Davis breathed a sign of relief, she was letting him
in. “I didn’t ask for help, Davis. You asked for me.” Something broke in her voice, her hands
shook and then fisted and Davis just couldn’t take it another second. Rising onto his knees, he
dragged Tru into his arms, hearing himself say her name into her hair. The feel of Tru hugging him
back so tight loosened some of his nerves and tightened others.

“Tru.”

***

His hands were on her knees and his eyes were locked on her face. Tru could feel it in every
nerve of her body and somehow his warmth steadied her, helped her wrap her tongue around the
words she didn’t want to say. It still wasn’t easy though. Tru could hear her voice breaking. “I
didn’t ask for help, Davis. You asked for me.” Time froze a long moment and then Davis moved.

“Tru,” Now every nerve in her body was wrapped tightly in Davis’s warmth. His arms around her
held her shaking bones together. His beard finally rubbed along the skin of her cheek like she’d
been missing all day. His voice in her ear, saying her name like that, made her body cling to him
even tighter. “Tru,”

Tru had been fighting all day. Trying so hard not to talk to him, or go to him, or touch him. She’d
been resisting it so long and now Davis was here. And she couldn’t anymore. Tru couldn’t be this
close to him and not admit to herself that she wanted this, wanted more. “Davis,” On its own, her
neck turned. Her body pulled back enough to see his face, to read the concern and heat in his eyes.
Her lips found his in a soft, simple kiss. Tru felt the shock ripple through his body an instant
before he responded and drove the breath from her lungs. //Davis,//

His lips moved eagerly and sweetly against hers as one strong hand threaded through her hair. His
arms tightened around her, making Tru breathlessly aware of every muscle in his upper body.
This, this was what every cell of her body had been clamoring for since she’d woken up this
morning. Tru had needed this, she needed Davis. And he was trying to pull away.

His lips left hers reluctantly while his hand moved from her hair to her cheek and his eyes
searched hers. His arms kept her close, still strong and solid around her. “Tru?”

“I... I’m sorry, Davis. It’s just...” Tru swallowed, trying to find the words that wouldn’t make this
stop. “Yesterday you held me... and said you need me, couldn’t lose me and I just... I had to... I’m
sorry.” Forcibly stopped whatever other almost coherent words might be coming, Tru just asked
him for a response with pleading eyes.

His arms tightening around her pulled a pleased gasp from her lips. “I do need you, Tru, and I can’t
lose you.” Emotion, for once undisguised, was written all over his face and Tru reveled in it,
adoring the soft stroke of his thumb over her lips. “And don’t you ever, ever be sorry for this. I...
god, Tru...” The touch of his lips to hers melted every bone in her body. Davis needed her like
this. This time though, the touch didn’t stay soft and simple. She had been wanting this too long.
Threading both hands into his hair, Tru slipped her tongue inside to finally taste and explore his
mouth, loving his groan and the tightening of his hands.

Davis still wasn’t close enough to her. With a soft groan, Tru slid out of the chair and closer
against Davis’s body, burying herself tighter in his arms. Tasting the breathless sound on his lips,
Tru reveled in the ways his hands molded her body to the lines of his. “Davis,”

“Tru!”

Davis jerked back, panic written on his face even as his arms stayed around her. “Meredith,”

“And Harrison, we can’t forget him.” Tru sighed, then made herself move out of Davis’s arms.
Her skin already missed his, and she eagerly took his offered hand up, standing a little too close to
him. The sight of Davis flicking his eyes down to her lips and clenching his hands almost made
Tru step even closer. //Distraction, Tru, no jumping Davis in front of family.// “Why did you bring
my sister here?”

Awkwardness invaded his body at the feet, washing upward until his arms folded over his chest
and his head ducked. Staring at the floor, he mumbled. “You wouldn’t talk to me. But I knew you
knew more. And ... Meredith made sense.” Davis gave her an ‘what was I supposed to do’ shrug.
“So I got her away from her work.”

“By telling her I was in danger.” Tru couldn’t help the smile slowly creeping onto her lips. It was
so a Davis thing to do, sweet and protective.

“Should I have told her I thought she was shot to death yesterday?”

“No, I guess not.” Tru was resisting the urge to pull him closer and kiss the nervousness away.
Damn his touch was addictive.

“Tru, Davis,” Harrison barged unnecessarily loudly through the office door, barely two steps in
front of Meredith. “What’s taking so long back here.” He spread his arms wide even as his eyes
flicked back and forth between the pair standing too close. “Let’s get this show on the road
already.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Davis finally dragged his eyes from Tru’s face and turned to
Harrison. “No, this show is over.” Fishing a key chain from his pocket, he caught Tru by one
wrist and led her to her brother. “Harrison, take Tru to my apartment and keep her there while I
take Meredith back to her office.” Confusion swept over his face even as he took hold of Tru’s
hand. Leaning closer, Davis let just a little of the frustration and anger he was feeling into his face
for Harrison to see. “I got the wrong sister away from danger.”

Tru gasped as Harrison’s grip tightened to the point of crushing her hand. “Tru Elizabeth
Davies–“

“What is going on here?” Meredith finally seemed to gather herself enough to protest. “Someone
tell me why I’m here?”

Releasing Tru to Harrison’s grip, Davis crossed the room to Meredith’s side. “I’ll explain on the
way back to your office.” Curving an arm around her shoulders, Davis looked back. “Do not let
her out of your sight until I get there.”

“Consider it done.”

With one more backward glance at Tru, Davis resigned himself and his ears to another drive
across town in Meredith’s company.

***