She found Cary in what looked to be his office, sitting on the floor staring out a window. She made sure her footsteps could be heard as she entered, so as not to startle him, but he didn't react to her approach.

She sat across from him. "You didn't answer your phone."

He finally looked at her. "What do you need?"

"Is that why you think I'm here?"

"Why else would you be here?" His sincere confusion made her uncomfortable. She didn't always like what he thought of her.

"I'm sorry."

He looked back out the window. What light there was hit on the bleak reminders that it was still winter. "It was given to me for monetary reasons and taken away for the same reasons."

"That doesn't mean you deserve to be jerked around like this."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Not much I can do about it."

"You could leave."

He sighed and closed his eyes. "I tried that one already. Doesn't work. There's always someone to jerk you around wherever you go."

"So you're just going to sit here, depressed."

He opened his eyes just enough to look at her. "Don't worry about it. I'll get over it. In the meantime, yeah, I'm just going to sit here being depressed, because you know what? I feel like shit. You're under no obligation to deal with me. Whatever it is you want me to do I'll do my best to not fuck it up."

Kalinda wasn't sure what to do with him. She half-felt like making up some reason for having come, just to give him something to do besides sitting there looking like an abandoned puppy. He did pathetic alarmingly well. She dismissed the idea because she didn't want to confirm his suspicions for why she was there in the first place.

She had tried calling, but that hadn't worked. She had tried Alicia, who had commiserated with him before they both left work about their crappy treatment at the hands of Will and Diane, but Alicia said she hadn't been able to reach him in awhile, either.

So she went to his apartment. When he didn't answer her knock, she picked the lock.

To find him sitting on the floor in his office, the sort of pathetic she didn't really understand or know how to deal with. But what had she expected when she had broken into his place? She had just wanted to make sure he wasn't in any real trouble. And he wasn't, he just didn't want to deal with anything at the moment.

She slid herself over to him along the hardwood floor. "You're right, you know. I'm under no obligation to be here." She crawled between his legs and pressed her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Thanks," he whispered.

She didn't answer as she relaxed against him, her fingers moving along the back of his hand.