𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞.

"G'night, Dep. Sleep tight." He clicks the light off and closes the door behind him, strapping on a 'do not disturb' sign on the door.

"He's a little shit too." Yes, he tucks her in before he dims the lights, "You need anything, just ask, okay?"

"You could probably get Wheaty to whip you up something, kid makes a mean deer burger," he cracks a grin, "he's got a bit of a crush on ya, he'd probably do anything you asked."

"Maybe you should lay low for a few days. They're not gonna slow down, but you're only one person." His brows tilt, "I could probably get Jess to pick up the slack while you rest."

His brain is currently running on internet explorer. Been a long fuckin' day.

"Thank you. We can't have you runnin' yourself ragged."

"Good, now do I gotta knock ya out and tuck ya in, or do ya have it from here?"

"Whatever it is, we've got ya." He gives her a playful nudge, "You have a town full of people who have your back."

"You've been losin' time like that a lot." He's concerned, but trusts her. "The lack of sleep will do that to ya."

"Oh no, I get to sleep on the much more comfortable sofa in the rec room. It's such a bother." He jokes, flashing her a grin, "Blankets are in the locker."

His brow tilts, "You're not sleepin on the fuckin floor. Take. The. Cot."

"Not to be rude, but ya look like it." He blinks. "You need some sleep, kiddo. Take my cot."

I'm here Dep. Easy now.

The day the Deputy turned me into using Midol to cure a headache was the day my life improved. I didn't even buy Tylenol anymore.

Because he so knows how to talk to women.

Jacob doesn't put out? I'm shocked, truly.

"I, uhh, cut my hair. Shaved a little bit to." Eyes her curiously, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Must have been some nightmare then." He quirks a brow, "You feelin okay?"