Keeping the Faith
a/n: just a little drabble that came to me. I like trying to write these evocative little snapshots. Obviously, this is pretty directly after the end of "Brother's Keeper."
He was sitting at the long grey table in the interview room staring idly at the poster on the wall that boldly proclaimed them to be "The World's Greatest Detectives." She handed him a steaming cup of coffee, and leaned back against the table content to wait for him to speak.
"If I'm such a great detective, how've I managed to lose my whole family?" he sighed, looking down at the dark coat that was still draped over his arm.
"You didn't lose them Bobby, they're just not with you right now."
"You think I'll ever see him again?" he asked her softly.
"I hope so."
"Yeah, me too. Thanks for the coffee."
She watched him stand and walk away from her and set his coffee on his desk. He turned and gently hung the coat on the coat rack, absently running his fingers over the rough wool fabric.