A/N: Finally! was being mean to me and not letting me upload documents. I apologize for the huge influx of stories about to come your way. :)
Prompt: Resign, for livejournal community 100(underscore)situations.
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As he looks back now, he realizes it was a mistake.
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But she hadn't shown up at the lab that day. They'd been working an emotionally-trying case, and he was worried about her.
He left promptly and drove quickly to her apartment. And he must've knocked on that door for a good five minutes before it swung open and his eyes met hers, red-rimmed and teary.
They stood there for a moment, still.
And as insane as it may sound, she was never more beautiful to him than she was in that moment. Her tousled hair, baggy sweatpants, and tearstained cheeks made her seem even more amazing than she usually did when cool, calm, and collected at the lab.
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In hindsight, he realizes he had wanted to comfort her, to take that pain away.
So he'd tried.
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After standing opposite her for what seemed like an eternity, he had ever so slowly leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to hers.
And once the initial shock had passed, he had been glad to notice her kissing him back, her lips, and then her tongue, dancing against his in a complex rhythm only the two of them could understand.
But it was over all too soon. Suddenly, she was pulling away, eyes wide with fear.
They'd crossed that line, and there was no going back.
As soon as she realized her mouth could not form the words she wanted so badly to say, she gave him an apologetic look, shook her head, and shut the door.
He heard the lock click softly before he'd returned to his car in a daze. He'd driven home, far too preoccupied to go to work.
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Now, he thinks, he should've stayed. He should've pounded on her door until she opened it again. He should've called.
He should've done something.
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And the next day, he heard through the lab's grapevine – Angela Montenegro - that she had come in for just a moment to present Dr. Goodman with a plain white envelope containing her letter of resignation.
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It's been three weeks since then, and he still hasn't gone back to work. Lucky for him, he has a hell of a lot of sick days piled up. And honestly, he is sick.
His eye catches the empty bottles on the floor beside him.
Yeah, those hadn't helped either.
But the hangover passed days ago, even though he can't really tell. He still feels like shit.
All because of that damn mistake.
Tomorrow, he decides, he'll go back to work.
And resign.
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End