Sorry it took me so long to update. I hope you enjoy :)

She stared into the deep blackness of her coffee as she felt two blue eyes staring at her. "I...I...I don't know." She said as she played with the handle of the mug.

"Look Brody, I don't know what this is about, but I want to help. Please, ya can tell me." LaSalle said as he brushed a wet strand of hair away from her eye.

Brody let out a sigh and took a sip of her coffee. "Please LaSalle. I don't wan- I can't-...talk about this." She finished weakly.

LaSalle shook his head sadly and got up to pour himself another cup of coffee.

"Brody I wanna help ya but ya have to let me in first." LaSalle begged as he crouched down beside Brody who was chugging down her coffee like she had been drinking her shots at the bar. Brody nodded her head.

"What if I don't want help?" Brody questioned.

"Then I guess I'll just have ta nag about it until ya give up." LaSalle grinned.

"Okay." She said quietly, giving into LaSalle.

"Good. Good." LaSalle said enthusiastically as he helped her up from the chair and guided her to the couch. "Now what is this all about?" He asked, his southern accent thick in his voice.

"She was murdered!" Brody said, her voice trembling.

"Hey, hey. Calm down. Who was murdered?" LaSalle asked, trying to calm the upset agent.

"Emily!" She said, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. LaSalle just sat there,not knowing what to say and unable to speak. He looked over to see her lips slightly parting and heard a sharp gasp.

"Brody wait!" LaSalle pleaded as she jumped up from the couch. He saw her leave the room. He quickly got up and followed her.

Merri ran out to his back porch and found a porch swing. She sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Brody...hey Brody." LaSalle said gently as he approached the female agent.

"Please. Please." Brody whispered. "Just leave me alone."

"Awe. Now Brody. We both know that I can't do that." LaSalle said in a half playful half serious tone. He then slid down next to Brody and pulled her close to him, stroking her shoulder length hair.

"Shh. Shh." LaSalle soothed. LaSalle heart broke when she slowly raised her head, revealing her tear soaked face.

"Why...Why does this always happen?" She said in between gasps. "Whenever the pain begins to heal, something always comes along and rips it up again. I just want it to stop..." Brody cried as she collapsed back down into LaSalle's arms.

"Brody I'm so sorry. I had no idea." LaSalle said sympathetically.

"How could you of known? I keep everything inside, behind a wall. Emily, she was the only person I could really talk to." Brody said weakly.

"Ya can trust me too Brody, ya don't have to keep that wall up." LaSalle said gently.

"How can I do that when everyone I've ever trusted has left me or died."

"I take it yer talking about James? Not everyone is like him, not every man is just gonna leave ya." LaSalle said.

"I know."

"Why don't ya come back inside, its gettin kinda dark." LaSalle said, nudging the female agent.

"Alright." Brody agreed, standing up from the swing and walking inside.

They sat down at the table and LaSalle poured them another cup of coffee.

Brody cleared her throat "Thank you Chris."

"Yer welcome Merri, that's what family's for." LaSalle smiled.

The End.

Again, I apologize, I didn't know how to write this so I'm sorry that it sucks. I'll do better next time I promise!