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Part of the 1000 Themes Challenge, Number 342
A/N: So what I did was I was looking through my notebook, and I closed my eyes and flipped to a random page, deciding that whatever one I picked was the one I would type up and publish. This is the one it landed on, so here it is.
Her Name Was…
Moving offices. Moving. Offices. All Cal's stuff was boxed up, slowly being transferred from his old office to the new, bigger one he would soon inhabit.
He picked up a cardboard box, carrying it across the building and setting it down in the middle of the floor of his soon-to-be office. Yes, it was definitely bigger, and so were the windows for that matter. It would work, but moving everything was nothing more than a major pain in the ass.
With a small sigh, Cal trudged back across the building and randomly grabbed another box. Slowly, he began the journey yet again.
"Hey, Cal!" Gillian called, spotting him,
He whirled around. "Foster."
"That witness of ours is here."
"We have a witness?"
"Yeah," Gillian said, nodding. "His name is Carter Holman. File?" She held it out to him, and he took it. His grip on the box he was still holding was comprised though, and it tilted, spilling old leather-bound books and journals on the floor.
"Sorry," Gillian said quickly, though it wasn't really her fault. Cal grunted, and they both bent to pick up everything. They gathered up all the ragged journals and books, stuffing them back in the box until there was only a black journal left. Gillian went to grab it, and when she did a photo fell out from between the yellowed pages. She picked it up after putting away the journal, frowning at whatever the picture was of.
"Cal?"
"Hmm?" He hadn't noticed the picture Gillian had stumbled upon until she said his name.
"Who's this?" she asked, turning the picture so he could see it.
Instantly, his face hardened into an impenetrable mask. But behind his expressionless face, memories were threatening to overwhelm his carefully built defenses.
The picture that his partner held was of him in his early thirties, one arm around a young woman, the other one out, holding the camera. The woman was Spanish, her eyes bright and innocent, her lips full. Both of their faces were lit up with the most blissful smiles anyone had ever seen. Their faces were turned towards each other, noses hovering a mere half inch apart.
Cal inevitably flashed back to the day.
The camera flashed, and he shoved it in his pocket without so much as glancing at the picture, turning his attention to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
"I love you, forever."
He could feel her smile. "I love you, too, Cal."
He kissed her then, long and passionately.
Times had been simpler then. The two of them had just been another young couple playing around with Love.
"Cal?" Gillian demanded.
He swallowed, never having taken his eyes off the perfect, smiling face of the young Spanish woman. "Her name was Natalia…"
A/N: Continue? Or one shot?