A/N: Off with my head, I've been such a bad phile.

Dedicated to Rachel for asking me to use this song for a MSR fic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.



It's a quarter after one
I'm a little drunk
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now
-Lady Antebellum;


She lets a puff of smoke escape from between her lips and takes another drag off her cigarette. She thought the nicotine might make her feel better, but ever since the cancer all it does is illicit some primordial fear. She stamps out the cigarette before it's even half-way gone. Her apartment is completely dark and in a way, it reflects her mood perfectly.

The fight had been bigger than any they had ever had before. It wasn't something that could be fixed by a phone call or throwing a proverbial bone during a case. It was the kind of fight that ended partnerships and tore apart friendships. She didn't want to look at him, but everytime she closed her eyes all she could see was his face.

She's not even sure how the fight started. She pours a glass of the strongest liquor she can find in her cabinents and lays down on the couch, trying to figure out where it all got shot to hell. The tension had been high - cases were under review and the bosses were breathing down their necks. Things were said in the heat of the moment, things meant to hurt and cut deep. At some point, the fight became less about the point and more about hurting the other as much as they could with words of venom.

It had been six days. She used her vacation time and stowed away in her apartment. She didn't want to face him; knowing the look in his eyes would break her resolve, that he'd apologize and without a second thought she'd come crawling back. She wanted to be mad right now, she needed to be mad right now - to be herself without him.

Things said in the heat of a fight were usually things you wouldn't dare say otherwise, but somewhere in the back of your mind you had always thought them. The things he said had cut her to the bone and the fact that he could even think them, broke her.

She'd give anything to let him go, but she needed him and she knew that. He needed her. Their codependency had reached a scary height. It broke her to breathe without the prospect of seeing him. She ached to reach out and call him, to have him come and take her pain away. She wanted to yell at him some more and she couldn't trust herself with what she might say.

It was an inner battle and she wasn't sure how, but she was losing to herself. Her heart was overwhelming her brain in the overwhelming need to hear him speak her name. She grabbed the phone off the coffee table and through her alcohol induced hazed she dialed his number.

"Hello." His voice croaked on the other end of the line and she knew he'd been crying too.

"I need you." She whispered the plea, "I hate your guts and I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk and I just need you now."

"I'm on my way."


A/N: So, uhm, if you could hold off on my beheading, I might be able to quell your hate with more fics.