I know after reading this you all are going to kill me and to be honest I don't know what I'm going to do next but if you let me know what you think everything may work out in the end! Haha! I hope this chapter has you sitting on the edge of your chair. I know it did me when I was writing it. And go away flame me I know I deserve it for what I'm doing LOL! ENJOY R&R and all that jazz and see you next chapter!
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"What the hell is this?" She asked fiercely. Her eyes were shooting holes through any story that he could come up with. He looked down at his projector, wishing he could convince her to turn her attention back to the case in front of them.
"I had to know." He whispered.
"Why?" Harsh and demanding.
"Because you wouldn't let me in, you wouldn't talk to me. I wanted to know what happened to you because I care about you!" He walked over to her and was standing close to her. His eyes were boring holes into her soul, daring her to tell him anything but the truth.
"I told you that I would tell you when I was ready. Why couldn't you understand that?
Well, it wasn't the truth that he wanted but the effects were there. The pain and the embarrassment were definitely there.
"It's been six weeks, why couldn't you talk to me? Do you know how much pain it caused me to hear your whimpers while you slept next to me in bed, me not knowing why you were so scared, why you were in so much pain. Every time we made love I could see the pain in your eyes and it broke my heart. I couldn't do anything to help you and that was worse then knowing." She backed away from him and started to the door. "Don't leave me." His words were more demanding then he had meant them to be.
"I have to go." Her blue eyes were clouded with betrayal. Nothing he could say to her at that moment could make her feel any better. She ignored the tall dark figured that she passed on her way out of the office. All she could think about was getting as far away from him as she possibly could. At this moment being on the opposite sides of the world was still to close to him. He was supposed to love her and he invaded her privacy and broke her trust. There was nothing more to do.
Back in the office he was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. He found himself in this position more times then he cared to count since their first argument. He didn't hear the approach of another body into the cramped basement room.
"Agent" His head shot up and looked at the aged Assistant Director walking through the doorway and sat down across from him.
"Sir, please. With all due respect now is not a good time." He ran a hand across his face making sure all signs of sorrow had been wiped clean. He hated anyone seeing him broken but he refused to allow his former boss to see him this way. He had to much respect for the man to break down in front of him and open the contents of his broken soul.
"I heard." He simply said.
"What did you hear?" He asked, not really caring that he had heard everything he had said to her.
"Enough. Listen, it's not my job anymore to care about what goes on between you two but I have to tell you there an investigation into the incident that happened two weeks ago. The local PD has begun to search for the person that hacked into their database. Nothing was disturbed but one file was accessed. Her file and I know it was you." A heavy sigh filled the air.
"I had to know." He didn't care about the details although he knew that because an agent's file was tampered with the FBI had to be contacted for safety reasons.
"Agent, whatever is going on between the two of you, you better get it together soon before OPR finds yet another reason to separate you two. You are the best agents I've ever had the privilege of working with and without each other you are not a whole." The balding assistant director shook his head solemnly and retreated from the door he entered.
He knew he was right but he hated it just the same. He was annoyed with himself for not having faith in her to allow her to open up to him. He knew it was something that would take time. His mind ran over the reasons over and over again but he could not come up with a solid reason as to why he had risked so much to know.
He needed to leave. He knew he should try to follow her and explain himself to her and beg for forgiveness but he still didn't know what his explanation was and he knew her rational mind would tear apart anything he could try and pass as a desperate attempt to get her back. 'Well, it's always been about the truth.' He thought to himself sadly.
Picking up his keys and the case he had tried to explain he walked to the door and secured the office behind him. He had no idea where to find her but he had a good idea of where to look.
He jogged through the FBI building and raced passed the security screenings at the front lobby. Once outside he sprinted to the direction of the reflecting pools. He knew she liked to go there and think and he could only hope that she would stick to her routine. His eyes scanned the few agents and civilians that were stopping to admire the view that they took advantage of more then they should have.
His hopes began to diminish and he turned to head back to the building and get his car when he spotted a petite red headed woman with her hand down. Her body was shaking and he could tell him the distance that she was crying. He seemed to walk slowly to her. He felt like at that moment he was outside his body watching himself move in short, sudden, and slow movements. After what seemed like a life time he reached her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She jumped in surprised and faced her interruption.
"Go away." She spat harshly.
"We need to talk." His voice was filled with sorrow and pierced her heart. She allowed him to sit next to him on the bench.
"Talking wont help it will only make things worse." Remorse filled the windows to her soul.
"What are you talking about?"
"I've been given a great opportunity. A position has opened up for a job as a medical examiner. Until now I didn't have a reason to actually go but things have change. I think I may take the offer." She could not meet his gaze. It was so hard to watch his world shatter.
"What? You're leaving?" He sat dumbfounded and astonished as he watched her movements and the tears fall down her face. He could not avert his eyes and he silently willed her to look at him but she never did.
"I'm sorry. I just can't stay here anymore. There is too much pain. Please. Don't follow me." And just like that she was gone. He sat there for hours watching the world pass him by. He felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest and someone was piercing his soul with tiny needles. He ached to make things right but he didn't know where to begin.
Once back in his apartment he was greeted by Vesna. She was whimpering at him, begging him to play with her. He smiled at the small animal and picked it up. Holding her close to his face he could smell her perfume its hair. He didn't think it was possible to feel anymore pain then he did at that moment. He looked around the apartment for any sign of her but there was none. He pushed the door to his bedroom open and prayed that she was there lying asleep as the world around her lived in anguish. But she was not there and he knew she wouldn't be.
He picked up the phone and dialed her cell phone number. As he had expected, he was greeted with her voicemail. He sat the puppy back down on the couch and scooped up his keys and left his apartment once again.
The drive to her apartment seemed endless. Thanks to a car accident it took twice as long as his normal commutes to her home. He pulled his car into an empty parking spot, shut off the engine, and ran up to her apartment. His mind told him that she wouldn't be there but his heart hoped it was wrong. He waited in front of her door and then balled his fist and pounded on the wooded barrier before him. There was no response.
He fished for his keys in his pocket and searched the masses for her apartment key. The key slid into the hole in the door and turned the lock from its blocking crevasse. The door opened slowly and he called out to her. Her apartment seemed empty though it was full of her furniture and belongings. He looked around to make sure nothing was off or missing. He made his way into her bedroom and searched for any sign of life within the last few hours. There was nothing, and that was the problem. Her closet was empty of her favorite suits and clothing, the drawer that contained her delicate garments had been cleaned out, and her toiletries were missing from the bathroom. His pulse began to quicken as his eyes scanned for more evidence.
The hall closet was enough evidence he needed to fathom what she had done. The three large suitcases were missing. She had meant what she said and left him. Sorrow washed over him like a tidal wave and he slumped his body to the floor in her living room. He thought about calling her mother to see if she had heard from her but he knew she would have made her promise not to tell him where she went.
'You really messed up this time.' He's mind quipped. Throwing his head against the wall his eyes were allowed to scan the living room. A small gasp was echoed through the vast emptiness when he stopped on a small book on her coffee table. Rising slowly he picked up the book and read the cover over and over again.
Baby Names
"She's pregnant."
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Author's notes: I'M SORRY!
