“Stop and listen to me, baby girl. You’re not going to jail. The only place you’re going is home with me.”
Her eyes widened, and she pressed her hand against her mouth as she cried out. “Oh, God, I got you in trouble?”
Warrick snorted. “You’re not in trouble. Neither of us is in trouble. I promise.”
“Really?” For the first time in an hour, she felt relief so strong she became dizzy.
“Yes, really.”
He tightened his grip when she swayed. “Easy. Why did you think you were going to jail, baby?”
“I heard Brett telling someone that you were bringing me in.”
“To the office, honey. I’m sorry I scared you,” Brett said.
“I think I should sit down,” she said. “I’m feeling a bit woozy.”
Warrick picked her up and went into the bedroom, where he sat on the bed with her in his lap. “Baby, we need to know where you’re hurt,” Warrick said against the side of her head.
“It’s my shoulder, but I’ll take care of it later.”
Reid followed and gently took her backpack off. “Honey, if it’s still bleeding, we need to deal with it right now.”
“Let him look at it,” Warrick said. “He was our field medic.”
“What’s that?” She saw them glance at each other.
Warrick cleared his throat. “When we went out on assignments, they liked for us to have someone who knew how to deal with things like…”
“Splinters,” Brett said.
“And bruises,” Reid said. “They got a lot of bruises.”
“How?”
Warrick stuttered. “Oh, well. We worked so hard we got clumsy and ran into things.”
“I do that,” she said.
“So, you know what it’s like?” Reid asked.
“Yes.” She knew very well what that was like.
“We’ll take care of everything.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
Warrick pressed his lips to her head. “You can, and you will. Now, relax.”
She almost snorted. That was the last thing she’d be able to do at that moment.