April 7
I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul remembering my good friends. – William Shakespeare, King Richard III
Tim sat by the graveside, allowing his grief to wash over him. He tried to make this trip once a year, but sometimes he couldn't make it, and other times he needed to make extra trips.
His fingers traced the words on the headstone. 'Caitlin Todd' it read.
He missed her, even though a few years had passed. She had made an important impression on him, helping him to grow into his job. She had encouraged him when he needed help and helped to keep Tony off his back by bickering with him every five minutes. She had cheered him up when he was down and accepted him easily into the team.
He recalled fighting with her down in the gym. She had forced him to start fighting her seriously, and he still winced when he remembered that knee. But it had helped him out in the field. He was more prepared for any eventuality.
While he still wondered about Tony's taunts, he had always known that Kate meant nothing by them. She had teased him to lighten the atmosphere; she had joined forces with Tony for a little fun.
He smiled softly. His thoughts of Kate were often bittersweet; he had cared for her as a sister. He missed her, and occasionally found himself wondering what she would do in a situation. He thought she would be proud of him if she could see him now.
He climbed to his feet. "See you next year," he promised her.