Thanks for the reviews - heres part 2. Hope you like

"This how it's going to be?" I hadn't seen her, not since our argument last shift and it was now the end of the next. Problem was we were both stubborn, not ready to back down. I lent on the door to the break room, she was lent against the counter holding a soda. I locked eyes with her but couldn't read a thing. "We are ignoring each other for how long?" I questioned.

"We can't do this now?"

"I just signed out – we can and are doing this now" I explain shutting the door to the room – "just talk to me…"

"No…" She shakes her head, "I can't…"

"What?"

"Look, I have a call"

"Fuck the call – we need to sort this out…" I growl, "I'm not losing you over something like this" There it is, I took the first step. But if she wants me to apologies she has another thing coming.

"We'll talk later…"

"no we wont, because you'll go catch the bad guys, then you'll go home crash with a beer and then we may possible bump into each other next shift – sorry Hun I can't do that" I shot at her with an anger – I just wanted to know where I stood. "Do you want to end this…finish with me?" Just be straight with me for gods sake, it's all I wanted from her.

She shook her head, "No, I… I just…"

"You what?"

"You've fucked my head up Sara… I mean it… you're inside me and it scares me" She shouted. Oh, so it is my fault, hold on, no… what…is she blaming me for something? She's more complex than I thought.

"Sign out…"

"What?"

"Pick up your stuff, pass over the call and then come with me"

She looked at me with an odd glare – "We're fighting though!"

"Yeah, we still are… we need to talk…"

"Why can't we do that here?"

"Because if I shout, I scream – the lab knows we are going out … you didn't want that -remember?" There was another shot, okay I understand why she doesn't want the lab to know but I can't help, especially in the midst of arguments that, she's ashamed of us, of me.

She looked to the floor, "Sar, I really can't do this now"

"Why?"

"Because…" She turned her back on me, "I talk to you, I take all my problems out on you – it's not fair. What I did yesterday – I was out of order"

"You were" I agreed, "I just don't understand…" My tone lowered – no- I'm angry, this isn't what I do. Be angry Sidle, she hurt you, you cried last night! Be angry. That's it, I shout a little now, "I told you yesterday how much you meant to me – I told you how much I'd do for you. I don't deserve this"

"You don't"

Wait, was she agreeing with me? I shut up for a moment; I wanted to hear this – "Sara…" She turned around and locked eyes with me – "I think…no…I…I know…that I…I…" She wasn't holding up to well. I moved towards her.
"Hey…Curtis…" I tried to calm her by running my hand down her arm but she pulled back –

"Sar…you don't get this"

"No…you're right…I fucking don't…" I shouted

"I love you" Sofia shouted.

Wow, wasn't expecting that…

I stood in shock – We didn't do the 'I love you', never had since we'd been together. I had a problem with Love! She had a problem with commitment – it was a mutual agreement been able to and I respected that. Now, this… I didn't know what to think.

"I love you Sara, and yesterday was a head fuck… she was just going at it. Knew how to take me down – all I couldn't think about was you, and how she was talking about you made me sick and then, I had all this shit inside me – I took it out on you. I was wrong… I was…"

"Stop!" I order.

She does.

"What did you say?" I ask

"That… I love you Sidle" She was confident this time. She stepped forward. "I'm sorry about what I said to you – I really am…"

I held my hand up. Wow, this had me all messed up.

"What?"

"Stop talking…" I tell her.

"I've freaked you out"

I nod my head.

"In a good way?" She questioned hopeful yet I saw fear and uncertainty.

I just nodded my head, then looked up and locked eyes with her – "why?"

"Shit, I shouldn't have done this" Sofia backed away. I caught hold of her wrist, still looking at her. How did we go from an argument to this? I didn't know what to say. Love, she loved me? No way. "I'm sorry…" She apologized.

"No…" I tell her.

"I fucked up…"

"No…"

"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have said it… I…"

Good, I was a mess; I had no idea what was wrong with me. I moved forward – not caring where I was, my lips pressed against hers. "No…" I repeat. She had nothing to apologize for… okay, she had a lot to apologize for but telling me she loved me was not one of them. "say it again" I ask her. I pinned her against the counter. She moved her arms around my waist.

She moved her head to my shoulder – her lips against my neck – I felt her relax – "I love you"