Title: Comfort
By: Carina Scott
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Warrick, Jim, and a bad case.
Pairing: Warrick/Jim

Warrick walked up to his condo, tired after pulling a double shift. The case had involved children, which always put him on edge. He really needed his lover, but he wasn't sure if Jim was home yet. He entered their house, placing his keys and badge in the bowl on the foyer table. He pulled the drawer on the table open, he placed his gun inside, before pushing it closed. He went into the kitchen and got out a beer. His lover was obviously not home yet, and he definitely wasn't ready to go to sleep alone.

Warrick sat on the couch he and Jim had bought after moving in together, and popped open his beer. As he took a sip his thoughts drifted back to the case. The young girls had been raped by their stepfather. Their mother had left them with him while she went to run some errands. Their stepfather forced them to undress, and proceeded to rape each of them, forcing the other to watch. The mother walked in on him as he was raping little Casey, and in a rage, she had killed him. A neighbor heard gunshots and called the police. When they got there, they found the mother holding her daughters, in hysterics. The paramedics had to forcibly remove each child from her arms, giving her a Valium to calm her down. They rushed each child to the hospital, each suffering from massive blood loss from the rapes. CSI was called in to process the scene, and Warrick had worked diligently. In fact, everyone had. No one blamed the woman for what she did, and wanted to make sure that the evidence backed her story. After logging every bit of evidence Warrick tracked Gil down for an update on the children's conditions. What he found out only made his mood worse. Apparently, the bastard not only scarred them emotionally for life, he had left them barren. They would never be able to have children. He had destroyed dreams that they hadn't even dreamt yet.

Warrick threw the empty beer bottle across the room, and watched as it shattered against the wall, sending shards of glass everywhere.

"Rick?"

Warrick looked up to see his sleepy lover standing in the doorway staring at him in confusion. "Jim? I thought you were still at the precinct."

"Are you okay? Catherine told me about the case."

"Yeah, a real doozy huh?"

"Want to talk about it?"

"No, I'd rather forget about it, not that it's gonna happen. I don't think I will ever be able to get the picture of that woman and those little girls out of my head. They were covered in blood and the mother was hysterical. I didn't think they were going to ever get them kids away from her. The only person that got off easy in all of this was that bastard husband of hers. His pain stopped with that bullet, there pain never will." Warrick sighed as he got up to clean up the glass.

Jim helped Warrick clean up the mess he had made in silence. After they had gotten up all the glass, Jim led Warrick to the bedroom. He helped his lover undress down to his boxers, and then they slipped into bed together.

They lay there for a while in silence, before Jim felt moisture on his bare chest. Looking down, he noticed that his lover was trying to hold back his tears. Pulling him closer, Jim tightened hi embrace and kissed Warrick's on the forehead. "It's okay Warrick, just let it out." And he did. Like a dam broke inside of him, Warrick let the anger, disgust, and heartache he felt pour from his soul. And Jim held him and whispered comforting words in his ear until the sobs subsided and the tears stopped. Soon he heard the sounds of Warrick's even and steady breaths, signaling sleep. Placing another kiss to his lover's forehead, Jim drifted off to sleep, holding Warrick in his arms.

THE END