you walked in and threw the keys on the table, sighing. you were all working a lot, not taking any time between cases, and it was exhausting.

sam looked up as you walking in, smiling until it fell a bit at the sight of your slight frown “hey, baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, standing up and walking over to you.

when you just shook your head in response, he wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and placing you on the small counter, putting his face in your neck. “you okay?”