A/N Boothcentric uber short one shot. Really OOC, I know, but I got a plot monkey in my head so I though that I would give it a shot. R&R please!
For some people, there is a smell that they get. For others there is a look in their eyes, almost like a fuse that has no where to burn. A lot of people sweat or fidget and then you always get the occasional twitch. Some people try to play it cool. Sit back and relax and pretend like nothing is bothering them. They all think that they have put up a front. That they are a stone wall. Brick. Concrete- or cement who knows? But somehow I still always manage to break down their front. Get rid of their walls. Find the truth in between the tangled web of lies. And she watches me do it. All of the time she watches me catch the bad guy. So how can she not notice that I am doing the same thing with her? It has taken years but I ma steadily getting rid of that walls. And I know that when I finally get to that scar tissue I am going to have to open up a fresh wound to get rid of. And she will probably hate me for a really long time. But she will forgive me in time. Because I finally poked a hole in that concrete wall that are as grey as her eyes. And what I saw… was beautiful