Part Two;

Rachel slammed her office door firmly behind her and flopped into her chair. She was now physically shaking as she desperately tried to contain her tears. Don't you dare come out, she cried, focusing all her energy on forcing them back into her eyes. She rested her head in her hands and combed her fingers through her hair. Just calm down, she thought.

But how could she?

She just had to get away, she couldn't stay there any longer with Melissa, knowing that every time she looked at her she would remember how it could have been her. She'd had her chance and she had let it pass by. And all because of some stupid self esteem reason. And now Eddie had moved on, and she would just have to face that.

But with her sister? No, it was just too hard to accept.

And what about Melissa?

She wanted to lash out at her sister, shout and scream at her until she left Eddie alone. But, of course, she couldn't do that. She had only just got Melissa back in her life and she wasn't going to let a guy stand in the way of that, not again.

But that couldn't be right, surely? Her sister, Melissa, seriously? And Eddie, Eddie Lawson, her Deputy, her one and only confidant, the one person who had not judged her.

Plus the fact that she was uncontrollably and irrevocably in l-

No wait.

She didn't just think that did she? I mean, her and Eddie were just friends, colleagues, and she had stressed to Eddie before that any relationship would be difficult.

But then why was she so opposed to the idea of her sister and Eddie?

Her thoughts puzzled her, as she desperately tried to fit the pieces of the puzzle together. It was like a jigsaw, where you had happily sat there for hours on end piecing the parts together, until you came to the last piece, but found that it was missing.

Rachel had searched everywhere for that piece and it was only now that she realised that Eddie was the missing piece. Beautiful, sweet, charming Eddie, who had given her so much, yet expected so little of her in return. Even though she had knocked him back on several occasions, he had always come back, fighting by her side, defending her. And she had always expected him to be there, forever and ever, ready to take another bullet for them, for her. Yet she had not batted an eyelid at him, she had just pushed him away, far away.

So far away, that he had come to terms with the constant rejection and moved on. He had waited long enough for her realisation, and now that it had hit her, she was too late.

Nothing could be done now.

So she would have to put on a brave face, act professional and perfectly normal, well as normal as could be expected, as if nothing had changed, as if she didn't feel the way she felt.

It couldn't be too hard, right?

Oh, but you couldn't be more wrong…

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Oh dear R., didn't anyone tell you that fairytales don't always go the way you planned?

xoxo