Stroke of Midnight (Javert/Casual)

[lefantomeromance]

Christine had been fully prepared to get out herself, but she found herself surprised at Javert's straightfowardness. She smiled at him, but it vanished as quickly as it came. She averted her eyes to the concrete as she stepped out. But she forgot her bag, and reached back into the car to get it.

When she stepped out, however, her heel caught on the edge of the car, and she began tumbling down. Her arms flailed out as she shot foward to the ground. "Ah!" she cried. She quite hoped that Detective Javert would catch her, but she doubted his trust immensly, even if he was a cop.

[NINA TENARDÍZ]

Javert didn't bat an eye when her smile faded. It had concerned him when he was younger, but by now he was used to hopeful young women who expected a superhero to save them and got him instead. He was anything but a romantic hero, but one would think a woman would be happy to at least be out of harm's way. For some reason, it wasn't enough. He would never understand women...

But he did understand body language. And that sharp lurch Christine made while leaning over for her bag told him to react as quickly as possible. He caught her with one hand secure on her waist and the other on her wrist- Christine had managed to escape the fall only with a skinned knee, and even that wasn't bleeding too much.

"You alright?" Javert asked casually, helping her steady herself and getting her bag for her. "Shouldn't wear those things at night," he added, referring to her heels.