Headlights

Lyrics From:"Headlights" by The Classic Crime

Infidelity:a breach of trust.

Her heart, lodged firmly in her throat, refused to beat. Her eyes were wide, not unlike those of a deer caught in the headlights. She remained still as if the slightest movement would push over the first of what seemed like hundreds of dominos, causing her troubles to cascade around her.

John exhaled loudly and slumped down into his chair. "Monica," he said shortly. "What's that thing we've always had between us that has gotten us through everything up until this point? Trust?"

He paused for effect and Monica grimaced. "Yeah, trust," he went on. "It's this thing we agents need to do the job right. If we can't trust one another, we'd never get anything done. We'd be a bunch of paranoid fools circling each other like dogs."

He began to pace the stretch of floor between his desk and hers, making a point to stop longer than necessary in front of hers. "Now, the same thing goes for relationships. Relationships are built on trust." He waited a moment. "Tell me you didn't break our trust."

Monica visibly stiffened and slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. "I…I had to," she began awkwardly, but refusing to back down completely. "I didn't want to – John, I've never wanted to do anything to hurt us and I never will – but I had no choice."

"Of course you had a choice," John shot back. "You had the choice to keep your mouth shut as we'd agreed or the choice to talk. You talked."

"Yes, but," Monica tried.

"Why?"

"If you'd just give me a chance to explain, John, I'll tell you," Monica went on, almost glaring at him.

John shrugged and waved her on. "Go ahead."

"I told Scully," she explained, "because I thought there was something wrong and she's been through this herself. We both trust her and I'd rather talk to her about it than some…stranger."

"Your doctor isn't a stranger!" John argued, picking up pace. He ended up by the door and put his hands flat on its surface, leaning on it.

"John, really," Monica sighed. "You don't even remember his name, do you?"

"Dr Brown, isn't it?"

"No. It's Dr Gellar. You weren't even close."

Eyebrows furrowed, John took a deep breath. "I see your point," he admitted, "but you still went behind my back about this."

Monica shook her head in frustration. "John. I was concerned, so I asked Scully a question, which led her to realising what's going on and so I had to tell her. I didn't want to worry you until I had all the facts."

Silence.

John's expression transformed.

Monica bit her lower lip.

"I'm sorry," John said finally, turning to look her in the eyes. "I'm just tired. Is the baby okay?" He looked suitably concerned and apologetic.

Monica rubbed her belly softly and smiled. "Our baby is okay."