Her daily grind looked as to be back to normal again, living to work without him seemed to come natural now-a-days. But what happens when they catch a hard case that only their perfect rhythm can solve? First story EVER, be nice(:
She walked out into the breezy morning, reveling in the feel of the wind blowing through her hair. Normally he would have offered to give her a ride to work, but since he pretty much no longer existed, that was not an option anymore.
She knew that the chances of him visiting her, let alone returning her calls, would be slim. Sometimes she couldn't stand it, sometimes she just brushed it off as if they were never partners, never best friends. God, the thoughts of him drove her crazy.
And this was how every day started and every day ended for the last 2 months.
She was numb.
The memories and the thinking were just starting to fade, this was her life now and she had to deal with it. As she walked the short walk to work, she still noticed the tiny things that reminded her of how they used to be. The coffee cart outside the precinct that they would buy from every morning, the bar they would go to after solving some of the most unnerving cases.
Of course she still thought about him, who wouldn't? They just didn't come that often to her.
She smiled as she walked up to the coffee cart.
"Well good morning Detective Benson, I assume the usual?"
"Ah, yeah, please," she smiled at the little old man. She received her coffee, paid, and headed up the stairs to the job that seemed to come natural to her. Little did she expect of the day ahead of her.
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