Short, angsty, to the point. Also in second person point-of-view.

Tribute to lily moonlight's "Lost Letters."

I don't own anything. Heck, the plot isn't even mine. -scowls-

Lost Love

You don't know what to think as you sit there in your office, trying to comprehend what has just happened. One moment, she was there, the next moment she was gone. You can't wrap your mind around the possibility that she actually died. It tears you inside and out to even consider the possibility. You sit there in the chair, trying to shake yourself from this reality that you might not ever see her again, but you can't. Your years of being in the military aren't allowing it.

Hell, your years in the military could have never prepared you for this moment in time. You stay silent as your companion opens the door and sees you in the chair, lost in thought and heartbreak. Your voice is choked with anger and emotion. "I didn't do anything. I didn't know it was going to happen. I should have done something."

His voice is also broken. "None of us were prepared for this, Mac."

You're too pissed off at yourself to reply now. Anger boils in your chest like nothing you have ever felt before, and you know you have to keep it under control. You look down at the carpet and snarl under your breath. "But we should have been. Damnit, we should have seen something about to happen. She was right there, and Danny just flew out in front of the vehicle, and…" You're tearing yourself apart on the inside.

He looks worried. "Mac, we're going to find her. I promise."

You clench your fist; unshed tears leaking from your eyes. It's not fair- why her? Why couldn't it be you? Of all the people in New York, why in the world did it have to be her? She's your most trusted friend, your confidant. She's the one light of your life. And in an instant, she was gone, the possibility of her not being alive still gnawing at your brain. You try to push that thought aside, but it rears forward, stronger than ever.

Like a dragon, you lash back at it, screaming that she's alive. You will forever hold that piece close to you that she still can be alive.

His voice is soft again. "Mac, you need to…"

"I don't need to do anything," you spit back angrily, immediately feeling sorry, as your friend looks shocked. "I need to find her, Don. That's it. Nothing more."

The detective wants to say something else, but he swallows his words at seeing the fiery glint in your eyes. He knows you're passionate about your job, but this is a little much. In his mind, at least. In your mind, it's the only thing that matters- saving her life or finding the bastards that took her away from you. You try to take a deep breath, but in the process, you shudder from fear, from worry. You can't seem to think about anything else but the two fates that have her.

One of them is dead. The other is close to dead.

You stand up, looking out the window and silently swearing that you will find her, no matter what it takes. You won't sleep until you know she is alive. You won't sleep if you find her dead, either.

There is no rest for the weary in this. There will be no rest until you find her and hold her hand.

You will find her. No matter what.

Er, I might have to do another one later if I feel like it. I dunno. Go read her story. Now. And I guess a review can't hurt...