Sixteen Hours
Sixteen hours. That was the amount of time Colby Granger, newest convict charged with espionage against the United States of America, had sat in the interrogation room. Sixteen hours he'd been monitored. Sixteen hours he'd sat stock-straight in defiance, ever the structured soldier, stoically silent, his still deep emerald eyes the only indication of the hurt misery he was going through.
Megan, as she sat watching him behind the tinted glass, wondered how she'd missed it all.
As if sensing her or her discomfort, Colby turned towards her, his handsome face slightly marred by a painful, emotional feeling cascaded all over it. His eyes downcast for a moment, then met her own betrayed hazel eyes again.
Green against brown. Traitor against agent. Treason against honor. Man against woman.
Megan knew she should look away, knew she should not submit to what he'd started, but she found that from either the intensity of his gaze or her ability to be swayed, she couldn't break their ocular connection.
Then, without severing eye contact, without worrying what Megan would say, his face an image of needing to expel what he intended to voice before it was too late, wounded passion directed in them and at her, he mouthed two words that would leave her in complications for a long while.
"I'm sorry."
And despite all the lies, despite the treason, despite the deception, she was forced to believe him. Because as she studied his face, the sarcastically caustic and witty yet caring and pertinacious demeanor she'd been so familiar with, she found no deceit. No secrets. No shadow she now realized had graced Colby's features every time he spoke of personal problems, history, Afghanistan, his life. Just the truth.
And she responded with the same honesty, the same caring for him in a tearful sincerity. She missed him desperately, missed their banter, their affection for one another and the back and forth protection they provided, and with his two words, all his actions were put to debate once more. She closed her eyes, willing his gaze away, but it never wavered. She opened them again, staring him straight into their green depths, and, her emotions and feelings out in the open, spoke.
"I know. I know..."
Okay, so this was meant to be one of those hundred-word drabbles, but I found I have length issues, so it's over a hundred words, obviously. But, considering my other stories and my demeanor, this is way drabble-ish. So yeah.
P.S. If any of you have any good Megan/Colby stories out there, I'd be glad to read them, because I'm an avid shipper of that pairing which isn't really talked about.
P.P.S. Please review. It distracts me from the issues that make up my life. Please?