Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Summary: a member of the grave yard shift has gone and the rest of the team have to work out why they said they were sorry. Sequel to 'Losing her. Lost her.'

Spoilers: None.

Sorry

As I stare into the mirror I can see all the things people hate about me. The gap in my teeth. My cheesy grin. My stupid hair. The way I react to cases. The way I drink too much, nobody knows that, but I do. But I'm not going to be here for much longer. Nope. I'm going away for good, forever. I'm never coming back. I won't be able to.

I take a swig from the cheep vodka bottle as I notice a small noise from the kitchen. Osmosis. I go and open the kitchen door and out runs a beautiful white cat with the most precious blue eyes in the world. She is the only reason that I have stayed here for so long. Osmosis runs her head and body against my leg. Then she stops and looks at me. She can tell that something it wrong.

"Don't look at me like that. You can't keep me here any more. I'm sorry." I stroke her behind the ear, she always likes that.

I walk into the kitchen and I head for the draws. I look through them all until I find what I'm looking for. I drink from the bottle.

"God this stuff is rank." I say and put the bottle on the side.

I go to my bedroom with what I found in my hand. I sit on my bed and look in my hand mirror. I look really hard at my reflection and I just keep on looking harder to try and see who I used to be when I was a child, when I was a teenager. But she is lost.

"What have I become?" I whisper to myself as a lone tear falls down my face. "May last tear has fallen." I sound so angry in my head. I feel so angry.

I pick up the hand mirror and through it across the room. I'm angry. Angry at everything. Every one. Me.

"What have I let myself become."

I pick up the knife and I place it on my left fore arm, palm facing upwards. My hand hesitates as I starts to cut, cut deep deeper than ever before. I write 'SORRY'. Then in one quick movement starting at the side farthest away from me. I slash my wrist over a scar from years ago. I clench my wrist as I watch the blood flow from my veins to my skin the I watch it drip of my skin onto the silk bed sheets. As I start to fee light headed I lay back. I keep drifting in and out of life. I know what's coming.

"Why did you have to leave me Catherine, Why." I cry.

I close my eyes.

"Goodbye." I whisper.

I'm gone.

There's a quiet meow from a white cat. Its precious blues eyes flicker as it hears a crash. The sound of a mirror breaking. The cat follows the sound. She sees her owner lying on the bed white as herself and lifeless like a wilting rose. The cat jumps up onto the bed and walks over to her owner and gently nudges her with her paw. But her owner doesn't move. The cat curls up against her cold, colourless owner and soaks up the crimson blood with her white coat.