She's not looking where she's going, lost in notes, our case. Instinctively I slip my hand under her elbow, easing her towards me. Protectively, not fatherly, or brotherly. Possessively. My C.S.I. My Sara.

She doesn't flinch away. She doesn't even look up. She slips easily into my grasp.

I pull her away from a car I didn't even hear.

I'd touched her instinctively. But was it an instinct to protect or possess? Did I unconsciously know the car was coming, and touch her to save her? Or did I subconsciously want her close to me, and touch to claim her?

THE END