First of all, I would like to say that this is totally pygmymuse's fault... Blame her! :)
Also, I just want to mention that this is a short one-shot fic. I don't plan on continuing it, partly because I don't see this happening on the show, but mostly because it's just too damn depressing! Writing it had me on the verge of tears! :(
U.S. Marshal Annie Frost was led to a small room, taking a seat at the table as indicated by the guard. Inmates at Harris County Jail normally received visitors in a common room, where they were separated from their loved ones by a thick pane of plexiglass, but she had pulled a few strings and been granted special dispensation. As a result, there would be no guards in the room, and she would be given unrestricted access to the prisoner for as long as she needed.
The door opened, revealing a man wearing a standard-issue orange jumpsuit flanked by a pair of guards. Annie nodded to the one on the right, who removed the inmate's shackles as he motioned for his partner to leave the room.
"You sure you don't want me to stay, ma'am?" he asked, obviously thinking this petite blond woman could not possibly defend herself against the man standing across the table from her.
"I'll be fine, officer," she assured him, fighting to keep her voice steady. "Thank you."
"Just call if you need us," he said as he closed the door behind himself, leaving her alone with the person she'd come to visit.
She turned her attention to the man before her, taking in the bruises on his face and neck, the battered knuckles, the smudges of blood on his shirt...
"You okay?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"I'm fine," he replied with a shrug as he sat down. "Some of the guys in here had an issue with me, but we've worked it out."
"Jesus, Jimmy," she whispered as she fought back tears. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"I didn't have a whole lot of options," he explained. "Cordova was going to kill you. I couldn't let that happen."
"I did get out of there on my own," she reminded him.
"Yeah," he said with a small mirthless laugh. "I figured you might, actually."
"But you still broke more laws than I can count; you still handed a man over to a drug lord knowing he'd most likely get killed; you still... tortured... Cordova..." She fell silent, no longer trusting her voice.
"I couldn't take the chance this might be the one time Annie Frost couldn't get herself out of a jam," he explained unapologetically. "I had to do something."
"You threw your life away for me, Jimmy," she said softly, a lone tear rolling down her cheek. "You lost everything."
"I didn't lose everything," he countered in a low voice, reaching out to take her hand. "I didn't lose you. In the end, that's all that matters."
"My freedom," he continued, ignoring her protests, "my badge, all the rest of it... It would have meant nothing without you."
"I knew what I was doing, knew the consequences if I got caught... And I'd do it all over again if it meant keeping you safe..."
Pulling free of his grasp, she calmly got up from her chair, slowly making her way around the small table.
"Annie?" he asked, brow knit in worry.
She kicked the table aside and pulled him out of his chair, enveloping him in a bear hug. "I'll get you out of here," she mumbled as she held him in a death grip, nearly cutting off his oxygen supply. "I promise I'll get you out, even if I have to break you out myself," she added, burying her face in his chest as she dissolved into tears.
"It's okay," he said as he held her tightly, feeling her entire body shake. "I said it before, Boots," he whispered as he stroked her hair soothingly, pressing a kiss onto the top of her head. "I got no regrets..."