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Tara shot awake at the sound of footsteps in her house. She reached in her nightstand and wrapped her hand firmly around the butt of her gun. She slowly crept out of bed while focusing all of her attention on her hearing as she tried to pinpoint where the intruder was.
She silently opened her bedroom door and stealthily padded down the hallway into the living room. She could hear the intruder nearby, seemingly unaware of Tara's presence. She pressed her back against the wall and in one motion, flipped the lights on while training her gun on the unexpected intruder.
"FBI! FREEZE!" Tara shouted, her pulse echoing through her ears in nervousness.
Emily shrieked and dropped everything in her hands to shoot them up in the air. "IT'S ME! FUCK!!"
Tara slid down the wall as she breathed a deep sigh of relief. "JESUS CHRIST, EMILY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"
"Sorry love," Emily replied through an embarrassed expression. "I uhhh...I knew you had a bad day and you know how I don't sleep. So I guess I sort of thought, I'd bring you your favourite ice cream...."
Emily picked up the two cartons of ice cream she had dropped, she showed them to Tara with a small shrug.
"Emily....it is four in the fucking morning. Who sneaks through someone's window at FOUR IN THE MORNING for ice cream?"
"I forgot my key," Emily admitted sheepishly. "And I guess, the woman who loves you very much seemingly sneaks into your house at four o'clock to give you ice cream?"
Tara groaned loudly, there was no way she was getting back to sleep with that much adrenaline coursing through her body. Emily helped Tara up from the floor, as Tara slid the safety back on her gun and followed Emily into the kitchen.
Emily made her a bowl of her favourite combo: one scoop of salted caramel and two scoops of cookies and cream. They sat at the table, enjoying their treat.
"I very nearly killed you," Tara said matter-of-factly. "Rightfully so, might I add."
"BUT! The important thing is you didn't kill me!" Emily grinned.
"Keep pressing your luck, Em...." Tara replied flatly.
Emily kissed Tara with a grin, which immediately melted Tara's stern facade. She rolled her eyes, bringing Emily in for a proper kiss.
"So, did the ice cream make you forget about your shitty day?" Emily asked hopefully.
"Well, your delivery method was extremely misguided but...yes, the ice cream helps," Tara admitted.
"Promise next time, I'll use the door," Emily said.
"Emily, there really doesn't need to be a next time of you breaking into my house in the middle of the night for ice cream..."
"What if I bring tacos instead?" Emily quipped. "Can I break in at 4am if I bring tacos from that 24-hour place you love?"
"....remind me why I love you?" Tara glared.
"Because I bring you ice cream!" Emily laughed.
Tara groaned in defeat, what was she going to do? Kick Emily out of the house in the middle of the night? Probably not. They still had a handful of hours before either of them actually needed to get ready for work, which was a handful of hours Tara was sure she could fill with more reasons why she loved Emily that were better than 'ice cream'.