Naomi walked past the Medico Legal lab as usual on her way to the Paleontology wing. Ever since about a week ago, though, it just hadn't been the same. She took a quick glance through the window at the scientists at work only to see the new intern helping clean off a set of remains and fought back the tears. She didn't actually know Zack as well as his coworkers did, but they were more than just acquaintances. After all, prior to this incident, they had been dating for a while and even slept together a few times. Sure, we were always on-again, off-again, and maybe I didn't appreciate his affections as much as I should have, but nobody has a perfect love life, right? she thought to herself. Still, he killed a guy. I know that love can make a girl go crazy, but there's a difference between lovesick and mentally ill. Maybe this is all just some subcategory of Stockholm Syndrome. I don't really still love him; I just think I do because... – she tried to think of how to phrase her reasoning, but found herself at a loss of words – for some reason, I just do, even if I know I shouldn't. She sighed sadly, blowing a few strands of blonde hair away from her face. I need help.