Well...this was going to be a one shot...but a certain person thought that I should continue. A special thanks to Sidnee1149 for helping me with continuing this and suggesting ideas! Enjoy :)

Agent Meredith Brody awoke to the sound of a dripping faucet. As she looked around, she noticed that she was wearing the same clothes she had on the day before and that she was leaned against the bathtub. She then noticed the empty bottle of wine that lie broken by her feet.

Oh shit. What did I do? She thought as her mind raced over the possibilities. The agent then slowly got up. Bleary-eyed, she walked out to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. She slowly slid her feet across the cold tile door as she made her way to the cupboard. She passed the clock on the wall and suddenly had a mini heart attack.

"10:00!" She gasped. "Oh I'm so late. Pride is going to kill me!" Brody said as she ran to the bathroom to get ready. Her brow furrowed when she looked into the mirror and saw the black streaks of mascara that had dried there from the night before.

Wait...What. Why was I- Oh God. Brody thought. She gasped sharply when she finally remembered what was said the previous night. Brody quickly wiped away the tears that had already started to fall down her cheeks. She then wiped away her old makeup and applied a fresh layer.

"Where do you suppose Brody is?" Pride asked the younger agent who was nervously spinning his chair.

"Probably not coming cause of me." LaSalle replied as he hung his head. "I didn't mean it King."

"I know ya didn't Christopher." Pride said.

"She probably hates me now. Just when she thought it was safe to open up...i had to go and do something stupid like this."

"Just try to work it out. We both know that she is going to come in here and act like nothing ever happened."

"Even though she just wants to kick my ass on the inside." LaSalle finished, laughing a bit. "Yeah. That's our Brody."

The agents' conversation was interrupted when they heard a car door shut in the parking lot and the clicking of heels walking up to the door.

"Sorry I'm late, it uh won't happen again." Brody said quickly as she unlocked her desk and put her things away.

"It's alright Brody. We were just waiting for you to come and help us with a suspect." Pride said. She briefly looked up from her desk. She didn't want any of them to know that she had been crying. She felt her cheeks grow warm when she realized that the two men were intently staring at her, waiting for her to speak.

"I'm um here now. The suspect...What about the suspect." She asked, struggling for words. She then made mental not to herself: don't drink a whole bottle of wine before going to bed.

"Warren Smith." Pride said. "Suspected killer of two navy officers. Here is his location now. LaSalle, you take Brody and bring him back here."

"You got it King." LaSalle replied. The two agents then walked out to LaSalle's truck. LaSalle opened her door and she nodded a 'thanks' as he circled around to to driver side.

LaSalle started his truck and began to drive.

"107 Spring Street." Brody said as she looked off of her GPS. A few moments later, she found herself staring at LaSalle. She wondered if he felt as bad as she did about all of this.

"Probably not, he doesn't care. No one does. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think that these people were my family...like I said before. Forever alone." She thought.

LaSalle could hear Brody's shallow, quick breaths.

"Please don't cry. Please don't hurt me. Please forgive me." He thought as they pulled up to the suspect's house.

Well this was short and I am sorry about that. Please review and tell me if I should continue this continuation. I hope you liked it (what little bit it was) :)