Poised.
That's how I can remember her the last time I saw her. She was talking to Mac and made a small joke about some information on the case. I walked up and she politely nodded a farewell as she put her phone to her ear to call in a warrant.
That woman is all but missing right now. Her usual demeanor exchanged for something else that I can barely describe.
She tentatively approaches the slab, I glance at her for acknowledgment and pull back the sheet.
I can see her shatter on the inside as she brings her hand up to cover her mouth, trying to hold back the sobs of despair with no avail. Her other hand trembles as she reaches out to run her hand through his hair.
Danny is there, tears in his eyes, to catch her as she collapses into his arms. He hugs her close as she sobs for her partner. Her boyfriend. Her love.
I pull the sheet back over Don Flack Jr. He will be missed dearly.