4320 minutes. That's how long Steve had been dead. That's how long it had been since her best friend and partner was alive. That's how long it had been since Claudia had felt okay.

The Warehouse may have been her home and the people that worked there were most definitely her family. But something had always been missing. There was a tiny gap in Claudia's heart and Steve had filled it.

She never really talked with Pete and Myka. They talked about cases and diner and even what was on TV sometimes. She had never sat down though and told them her life story. They had never told her theirs either.

Then came Steve and she told him everything and in turn he did the same. They were BFFEWYLIONs and nothing would have stopped her from saving him.

But Steve had left. Gone undercover, seemingly turned against them. Claudia didn't believe it. She couldn't believe it. That day in the woods Steve told her everything, it was all okay again. That was the day Steve died.

He saved her, he saved them all, and all he had to show for it was a funeral.

She swore to bring him back. To save him, to save herself.

In middle of the night she lay in bed. Her head swarmed with memories of Steve and she knew she couldn't stay at the B&B any longer.

When Steve spoke she lost it. It had worked. He was back. Steve was home where he belonged. They talked and it was just like old times.

Then he figured out what happened. He figured out that he had died. He got up and left.

Later she would explain herself to him. Explain why she had done what she had done. Steve would forgive her for it. Claudia would feel okay again. The team would be complete. The hole would be filled.

But now she sat staring at the door, because for the first time she realized that Steve may not of wanted to come back.

4320 minutes had passed during Steve's death. And Claudia had counted each one.


A/N Can't say I love this. But I wrote it down so...I don't know. I'll probably write another when I rewatch the episode.

Anyways, I like reviews. They let me know your feelings. I like to know your feelings.