Questa fanfic è ispirata ad un fatto accaduto durante la terza stagione nella puntata: Morte di una diva.
Jan arriva al commissariato zoppicando e con la gamba fasciata dal ginocchio in giù, dice di essersi fatto male facendo snowboard, tutti lo prendono in giro e sono sorpresi tranne Miguel che, anche se non dice niente, non è meravigliato of the situation ... But ... this made me assume that he already knew of the accident and here's what came out.
Good reading.
Full of sweetness
Since he had met Miguel, Commissioner Jan Maybach gave a new meaning to the word 'caring'. Yes, because first of his colleague-no one was really caring with him. Just no. Neither his family all appearances, nor his ex was not that too busy mother of his son from his career as a music manager.
Miguel was, in a way that could be described as ambiguous. Even if in the opinion of the young blond policeman and ambiguity Miguel Alvarez could not be on the same line. For him it was all genuine and Miguel instinct. Pure instinct too! And then, around the air brisk and rude, concealed a sweet and affectionate side that had often manifested with sudden outbursts of affection and pampering to which he was not used. Jan had discovered, with dismay, that the effusions free Miguel's reserves were often a source of wealth beyond all expectations. Whether you print a kiss on the cheek or neck, an embrace from behind, a pat on the head, any gesture like that gave him a sense of well-being. Jan And he never wanted to give similar attention. But then that day, falling from snowboarding with relative dislocation the ankle had not thought to warn him. Of course he would be pleased if this sudden trip to the snow he had participated but Miguel was busy with a 'this' English girl with whom he was engaged to 'experience' the whole kamasutra line by line, at least according to him ... no, he would call for that. So, when you saw him coming during the short stay in the emergency room he was surprised to say the least.
-Miguel ... what are you doing here?
-How am I doing here? Benny called me, said you got hurt.
Miguel takes on himself at him with transport. The father watches the child beyond the shoulder of his colleague, but sternly, at the same time tender. The boy is sitting in the chair beside the bed. Benny, guilty of stealing a mobile phone to alert a friend of my father, shrugs and leaves the room leaving the two men alone.
-It's just a dislocation, what are you doing here?
He says staring intently into her eyes.
-Christ, do you ask? When Benny told me that you were hurt and I jumped in the car I ran at full throttle here ... I was anxious.
-I see it, you're all sweaty. Jan
the team enjoyed it. The look of Miguel Alvarez would be well for a walk downtown certainly not for a trip to the mountains: green shirt, jeans jacket, and pants of the same cloth.
-So you were worried ... thought you Essert rid of me, right?
-mob, if I knew you were so good ... Miguel
him a light punch on the arm-
'd be left with the English girl, right?
-Do not be silly! Anyway, I'm glad that you are placed, I could never stay home sapendoti all bandaged from head to toe.
are fixed with great intensity
-You're always so sweet and caring ... After
scrutinized in the eye for a second too long, the eyes of Jan gets a little 'seriously. Miguel embarrassed cough. Instinctively gets up but the other stops it.
-Stay where you are.
-Why?
"Why now that you're here ... Now that I'm here
-what? Non-
you have to pray ...
-Jan ... I swear I do not understand ...
your great-I want those hugs that make me feel good. I need them even if they are dying.
Ah .. this, well ... Miguel clear
awkwardly hugs him with transport. Jan holds his head slightly bent over her shoulder while enjoying the smell. Feels good to be so ... too well ...
Miguel, for his part, can not believe it in his arms that way. Sa to want it so much, for too. Too bad the venue is not the best. The Hispanic comes off a bit ', would like to talk ... maybe be able to say ...
-Jan ...
-What?
-Nothing ... Miguel
strokes his cheek con dolcezza. I loro visi sono ad un soffio.
-Cosa vuoi dirmi, Miguel...
-Ero così preoccupato per te...
-Lo so, non saresti qui se non lo fossi... e sono felice che tu ci sia
-Io ci sono sempre quando tu hai bisogno, Jan...
-Sono proprio fortunato ad avere un amico come te...
Poco dopo Benny rientra e li trova così vicini, istintivamente i due poliziotti si scansano.
Miguel si alza di scatto:
-Vado a comprare dei dolcetti. Si troveranno dei dannati biscotti in questa specie di ospedale?
-Prendili per Benny...
E un pensiero inespresso.
Per quanto mi riguarda ho già fatto il pieno di
dolcezza...
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