Walt walks into his office on a cool Wyoming morning, after a sleepless night in the cabin After briefing Ruby on last night's door-kicking-in scenario, he excused himself and went into his private office space. He needed to be alone. the masked kidnapper had taken Donna Sue away with him, leaving Walt battered and bereft.
As he sat down in his chair, he noticced a white envelope with his name . Squinting, he recognized Vic's sloppy handwriting . Feeling his heart skip a beat, he tore open the envelope and pulled out a sheet of yellow legal paper. Leaning back in his deks chair, he began to read the letter.
"Dear Walt:
Consider this letter my two-week notice. I'm leaving Wyoming and returning to Philly to live with my mom for awhile until I can figure out what the hell I am supposed to do with my life. I'n NOT writing you this letter as a friend would, you pretty much fucked that up when you refused to tell me what the hell is between you and that doctor .No, this letter is just a courtesy letter to let you know that I'm DONE with Wyoming and I'm done with you.
I don't hate you. Hell, it would be so much easier to hate you. But see, there is this one small problem...I love you , Walt.
But you don't give a fuck about me. I have always loved you, ever since you almost DIED in that snowstorm in the mountains. Do you know the HELL you put me through that night? None of us knew if you were dead! In addition, since you were gone playing the hero, we were stuck dealing with those asshole FBI agents!
I love you enough to NOT have taken advantage of the overnight situation in Arizona, not to have torn that door off its hinges and have my way with you? Yeah - I wanted to ravish you then and there, and to hell with 'convention' and the 'decorum' that you preach all the time.
But I didn't, because to me you were no to bet just another conquest. I didn''t wanna screw with what friendship I'd thought we had by adding sex into the mix. Plus, at that time I was still a married woman. But damnit Walt, I love you! I didn't fuck you because I love you.
I love you, and as much as it hurt, I was ok with you wanting to be with Lizzie. She , however, seemed to think that you loved me rather than her. Really, Walt, who could blame her for thinking that? I'd always hoped that her words would some day ring true, that you would realize that your feelings for me are more than that of a boss/subordinate. Clearly I was wrong, and I fucked up again.
Clearly you only see me as a colleague... hell if I were your FRIEND, you would at least let me into your private world a little. But no, you cannot. You play the hero well, but won't allow yourself to be vulnerable. You were ok with me sleeping at your house to protect me from Gorski, but you cannot tell me if htere is a woman in your life. For God's sake, Walt, I wasn't asking for details, all I asked is if you and that doctor were an item. But apparently that is none of my business' But it's YOUR buisness to 'protect' me from both Gorski and !
I love you, but I can no longer work with you. As a cop, I need to know that my partner trusts me in the field, and how can I work with a man who is so damn tight-lipped that he won't answer a direct question? Fuck that- if a suspect pulled that shit I know damn well you would throw their ass in the cell.
Don't try to find me in Philly.
I love you , Walt. I love you more than you'll ever know.
Vic"
The sherrif put the letter down, a single tear rolling down his stubbled cheek. Vic gone?
" Damn," he said to no one. He folded the letter and carefully placed in in his shirt pocet, right aganst his heart.
Ruby knoced on his door.
" Come in" he says, quickly wiping the salty water off of his face.
"Here is the missing persons paperwor for you to file for Dr Donna. Give it to me when you're done filling it out. Oh and Cady called, she wants to now if you've seen Vic. Apparently she didn't come home last night and Cady is worried"
"Ok" Walt replied.
Donna Sue's whereabouts werre the last thing on his mind right now. His attention was focused on Vic's letter, and he recalled the anggry words he and the blonde deputy exchanged in that alley .
" Are you sick, Walter?" Ruby asked, concern lining her face
"Nope." Walt replied. He surely isn't telling Ruby that Vic Moretti called him out on his bullshit and broke his heart al with a few strokes of handwriting.