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“Okay, thanks for letting me know. Goodbye”
You stormed into the apartment, door slamming behind you after hanging up the phone. You couldn’t even look at your husband right now, you were so angry at him. You set your things on the kitchen counter, taking a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking.
“What have you done?!” you asked, the heat rising in your voice.
“From the tone of your voice, I’m assuming I’ve screwed up,” Rafael replied, not even looking up from his case file.
“You want to explain to me why there’s an unmarked police car across the street from our building? Or an officer outside the door? And before you answer, I want you to know that I just got off the phone with Carisi, so you had better tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God,” you said.
“Calm down, it’s not that big a deal,” he replied in a smooth and steady voice, his attempt to calm you down.
“Well, call me crazy, but as far as I’m concerned, receiving death threats is kind of a big deal!” You shouted, completely exasperated at his attempt to gloss over the day’s events.
“I didn’t want you to worry, cariño” he said, crossing the room to give you a comforting embrace. You backed away from him, still reeling from his denial of what happened.
“That argument lost all of its weight when you gave the guy our address! What the hell were you thinking?!” you countered.
“I wanted to show him I wasn’t afraid of him,” he sheepishly admitted.
“Maybe you weren’t afraid of him, but you sure as hell should be afraid of me right now,” you replied icily.
He stared at the floor, unable to look you in the eyes. He could live with pissing off a random punk, or even the squad. But this? Your disappointment in him hurt far more than any death threat, credible or not.
“And you know what bothers me most about this?” you asked. “I thought that we were a team, but it seems now like you’ve been treating me like a spectator. Did you even think about me at all when you told him our address? Rafael, what if he would have been here waiting for me when I got home? What if you hadn’t been here?!” You were seething, shaking from anger as you finished your speech.
Rafael was silent for a few minutes, letting your words hang in the air. “I’m sorry,” he said so softly, you almost didn’t hear him. You looked up and saw the tears forming in his eyes.
“You’re completely right. It was dumb and reckless and I went too far trying to prove a point, and ended up hurting you. And for that, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice full of sincerity.
“Now, you can be angry at me for as long as you like, but I think we’ve said as much as we can say about this tonight. Truce?” he asked, opening his arms for a hug.
With misty eyes, you walked over to him and let him pull you in for a tight embrace. He felt your shoulders slump and his shirt start to dampen as you shed a few tears on his shoulder. He soothingly ran his hands across your shoulder blades.
It hadn’t been the best day, and you were still angry at him. But at the end of the day, you loved him and he loved you. No amount of stress or death threats would ever change that.