She's tired, it's been a long night for the both of them and now she can finally go home.
She's practically dead on her feet, and he is too; who wouldn't be after the week they've had?
She's lost everything, and he's worried about letting her go home alone. Her father is dead, her boyfriend is dead, and her friend is half way across the world trying to get a flight home.
Her blue eyes are exhausted and they're almost bruised the circles are so deep. There is red around her eyes and her cheeks are blotchy. She's cried for three straight days so she looks a little worse for wear. Her body is trembling and he wants to hold her in his arms like he did when she was younger, but he can't; he's not her protector no matter how much he wants to be.
She hasn't acknowledged him the entire time they've been in the hospital. A part of him wonders if she even knows he's there.
The doctors told them roughly two hours ago that her father's heart gave out from the stress of the surgery. He should have left then, after all there wasn't any more he could do… but he couldn't. He couldn't leave Veronica alone in the hospital with news like this.
She gathers her stuff. She's ready to leave, to go home and likely cry curled up in her father's bed. He doesn't want to leave her.
He gets up when she starts walking away, determined to say something but at a loss as of what.
She stops at the door to the waiting room and turns around.
"What would have happened if you'd taken my rape seriously?" she asks him. She doesn't sound angry, just tired and defeated.
He opens and closes his mouth, unsure what to say. He feels horrible about it.
"Would my dad still be alive?"
He doesn't know what to tell her because he doesn't know. Would he have caught Cassidy? Would he have arrested an '09er king on the word of a teenager who'd just recently fallen from grace? Even if he had would the charges have stuck with what little evidence there would have been? He could say all of these things, but she doesn't need to hear them and she shouldn't have too. She shouldn't have to even ask because he should have investigated the minute she walked through his door in that pretty white dress.
She gives him the softest smile, somewhat like the one the one she used to give him as a young teenager, but it's different of course. This one is sad and heartbreaking and most definitely from a broken angel.
She turns away from him, giving him an out to her question because she never expected an answer. She's punishing him even if she doesn't know it, she's reminding him that it's entirely possible that he is the reason all those people died.
She leaves, and he wants to say something, anything, but he doesn't know what, so he's silent. She walks out the door and she never comes back.
The next day she's gone, only a backpack of items missing from her apartment. She leaves the key with Eli Navarro and tells him to sell everything and donate it to some charity.
Lamb heard that she'd a big shot profiler now, living in Virginia and working with counter terrorism unit at the FBI. Supposedly she lives with Wallace and he takes care of her. She's achieved her dream, but she's known for being heartless and colder then ice. He hears they call her the Ice Hawk (a superhero name if he ever heard one), she's dedicated to finding justice. She rudely told a reporter one day that everyone deserves to be believed, no matter what. She's looking into the camera when she says it and he feels as if her eyes are looking at him, accusing him.
He never says the word wizard again.