"You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't want to hurt anymore…

…Could'a loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know"

- Taylor Swift ("You're Not Sorry")

Detective Third Grade Lindsay Monroe walks alone on the streets of the city she has grown to adore. She shivers and pulls her coat tighter around her as the cool spring shower cleanses both the city and her soul. She has always loved taking rain walks. Far from the silence and calm of Bozeman, the energy and noise of the Lower East Side in the late evening usually allows her to clear her jumbled or clouded mind. Now, it will help her mend her mangled and shattered heart. She furiously swipes at the rain drops mixed in with the tears that have run down her cheeks before dropping her head as she grapples with the mess that has become her personal life.

She cannot stand her own foolishness or naivety any longer. She has let her personal horror story soap opera seep into her work for the last time. She knows that her boss has a right to be disappointed in her. Now, she is going to have to figure out how to let it go – all of it. She is going to do it if not for her own sanity, then for the integrity of the lab. She was plucked from obscurity and handpicked by Mac Taylor to work in New York. Work. Not fall in love. Sighing, she knows that she has no other choice; that there is no other way, no alternative, no turning back. She will not let this break her. She is stronger than this. She is not the first and she would be surprised if she is the last.

Frowning, she fumbles with the vibrating distraction in her coat pocket. Glancing at the caller ID, she slowly sucks in her breath at the playful face grinning at her. A pain throbs in her chest as she freezes in the middle of the sidewalk and closes her eyes. She opens them and mumbles apologies to the couple brushing past her before staring at the phone in her hand again. She knew that they would eventually have to talk. She knew that she couldn't avoid him forever. But this was not the time she decides as she presses the 'ignore' button and slips the phone back into her pocket before resuming her lonely journey.