Not OK

A bit of LassiterJuliet friendship/partnership.

"Look," She shouted at the medic, "You don't have to look me over, I'm fine."

"But, Detective O'Hara.." He started before a large pair of hands pulled him away from her.

"Leave her be." Growled the angry Lassiter as she shoved the disgruntled paramedic away from his partner.

He turned his attention to the blonde, "O'Hara..."

"Thank you Carlton, but I'm fine."

"Look."

"No, trust me, I'm fine." She shook her head and held up her hands, as if trying to prove she was still perfectly fine.

"It's ok O'Hara." Lassiter gently put his hand on her shoulder, and softly told her it was ok, as if he was talking to an injured animal.

"Carlton, I'm ok, I'm just ok."

But he felt her start to shake, "Look, O'Hara, these nothing to be ashamed about."

"I'm not ashamed, I'm not upset, I'm not scared."

His hand gripped her shoulder, "Juliet," he whispered, "It's ok."

And as if a floodgate was released tears flowed freely down her cheeks, he slowly wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed into his shirt.

Sobs racked her body, soon they became small fractured words, "I was...he..."

"Carlton," she whispered against him, "I thought I was...I was so scared"

"Everything is going to be fine Juliet."