I don't know where this came from, but once I thought about it, it sort of started to make sense in a weird sort of way. Anyhow, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Blindspot or any of these characters.

She doesn't know what makes her go that way; she just felt a pull in that direction. And once she starts that way, she can't not go there. It's not something she can explain; it just… feels right…. And the closer she gets, the harder she feels the gravitational, emotional yank that sends her helplessly retreating back to the beginning.

When she arrives, it's almost dark. She silently enters through the wrought iron gate and breaks into a desperate run, not thinking, not needing to. It's been so long since she's been here, but she can still remember.

Her heart catches in her throat at the sight of it. She'd thought she'd forgiven herself, but really she hadn't. It feels like it happened yesterday and forever ago at the same time.

She kneels down and carefully pulls away the weeds that have grown up around it. She falls back, rocking onto her heels.

She reaches out and traces the engraving with trembling fingers. David Wagner.

"It's all over now. I'm so sorry, David." She whispers, sinking down onto the damp ground, silent tears rolling down her face and dropping soundlessly onto the grass.

After a while, her aching legs go numb, but still she stays, kneeling at the grave.

Hours drag by, late evening turning to night, night turning to early morning.

Even as dawn starts to break through the darkness, she stays there.

Lost.