AN: This newest drabble set will definitely end by June 2016. All this set has are little stories that are written (by me, of course) during English class. This set is published in chronological order, from our first day to last day of class. I will also be adding my commentary as to what the prompt was. Enjoy the newest collection, lovelies!

Prompt: Free Write (5x21, K's 3rd POV)

Free Write is a writing exercise where our class got to write whatever we wanted to. It was our icebreaker on the first day of class.

Finally. The day was over, the sun was setting, and it was time. They debriefed and began to head back from the takedown when she noticed that something was wrong. Very wrong. He was unusually quiet, almost too quiet. The man she had seen before Afghanistan was chatty, flirty, yet only a hint of sadness within his being. However now? Grief seemed to be dripping out of his pores. They made it back to the mission, and she ran towards her trunk. Thanks Callen. Now I need new gym clothes.

As she made her way inside, she saw him sitting at his desk. Perfect. She ambled up confidently. You can do this, Blye.

"Hey!" He looked up at her, seemingly startled.

"Oh, um... hi." Before she could breach her subject, they began to talk about her Wonder Woman bra and his Superman boxers. How did that happen? Maybe, she does suck at communication. She takes a breath. Here we go.

"So... you wanna... come over to my place?"

"Um... I don't think that's a good idea." What? He looks down, and her eyes silently trail down too. Oh my god. He kept it safe. He looks back at her with a perfect, puppy dog-esque sadface. The lightbulb goes off, and she finally realizes what was still bothering him. Damn Angelo. Damn Hetty. She knows exactly what to say.

"What does your Third Heart tell you?"

Now she has him. At least, that's what she thought. He looks at her, then at the knife. He sheathes it, and turns it towards her.

No. No no no no no. This can't be happening. What went wrong?

"Contrary to popular belief, I do believe that raccoons mate for life." Those damn raccoons. How much she wished they could have moved past those stupid metaphors. But one thing was for sure.

They were done.