Yep I did it again. I wrote another story while still not finished my chapter story. I promise a new chapter for that one within the next couple of days! So here is my contribution to Albatross. The "Are we okay?" it was so out of place and useless. So I did my own kind of editing. They needed one of these after the war at home! Yes I know Albatross was supposed to air after TWAH, but it didn't and I feel cheated! For the record I'm not a shipper so this was not intend as a shipper story. Although it came out that way. Right so I don't own CI or the characters in it (although it pains me to admit it!).
Looking Back
She hung up the phone.
He looked at her. He had to know.
Looking over at her he saw her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes.
In that instant he saw what had become of them. They had been partners for so long. Six years. Six years is a long time.
He saw the hurt he had caused, the hurt he had caused when he left.
He saw her face. Her face in a hospital bed, her face in room with a gun pointed at her, her face during the cases, her face when the elevator door had shut.
He saw her trying to get away from the sound of the curtain in the hospital, he saw her trying to understand why someone would abandon their own grandchild, he saw her hurting as the door shut and she stood still looking at him.
Now he saw her confused and feeling slightly lost because of this case, this case that involved the person she looked up to. He saw her feeling hurt because she felt he wasn't on her side.
He had to know, he had to make her understand.
"Are we okay?"
She looked at him. She saw what had happened to them. He wanted to know if they were okay.
She knew Bobby better than most people. She knew he meant more than just this case.
She looked at his face, into his eyes. She saw so much more.
She saw Bobby looking like Hell in the hospital, she saw him upset over a cops suicide. She saw him trying to be with his mother. She saw him trying to be there now.
She saw him as Bobby, her Bobby, Her partner. She heard him asking about her attack, calling her name in desperation from the other side of the door. Telling her to back off. Asking her if they were okay.
She knew he meant more than just this case, she knew that she needed to forgive him, not just for this, but for everything.
She needed to let him know.
"I hope so."
So this was my not supposed to sound shipper story that didn't work out quite that way. Please R&R! And I promise know new stories until Going Down is complete from now on (So like it will last for a couple of days!). I mean it please R&R!