Disclaimer: I do not own Psych

Warning: Character Death

I believe... you can keep going long after you think you can't.

She didn't go to work for a week. She cried into her cats fur. Her cat was drenched by day four, but allowed its owner to sob into her until day seven.

When she returned to work, she flinched at gun going off. She was a detective and she flinched at a gunshot. She wasn't ready to come back. She told the Chief she wanted to resign, the chief told her to take another week.

She passed her partner on her way out and she couldn't look him in the eye. She felt weak for flinching as he had fired that shot in the shooting range. She felt weak for crying and her partner couldn't do weak.

When she got home, she hid her gun in the bottom of her closet. She hoped she forgot it was there. Every time she opened up the closet for a missing shoe though, she always found the gun and never the missing shoe. For a while she went barefoot in her apartment.

She forced herself to eat the pineapple sitting in her fridge. She liked the taste, but never loved it like he did, but she sat in her kitchen eating the whole pineapple to honor his strange fixation. Her other excuse was because it was going bad and she hated things to go to waste.

She didn't look in the mirror for a while. She didn't have to look in to it. She knew her hair was unkempt, her eyes were red and her lips were chapped. She didn't have to be a detective to know she looked god awful.

She didn't answer the phone. She listened to the messages. Others were hurting, but she didn't think she could speak. There was nothing to say anyway except the hurt, the pain, the losing, but who wanted to hear that repeated back and forth?

She cut her finger while cutting vegetables and it made her sob. It was a paper cut and it didn't hurt. It might have stung for a couple seconds, but not enough for her to sob. There was barely any blood and it made her sob into her fingers, bloody finger included. She didn't want to bandage it. She wanted it to bleed. It was just a smidgen of blood, not compared to the amount he had lost. She knew why she was crying then. She wanted to find comfort for him.

That night she had a found a note hidden underneath his pillow. It was odd. She hadn't touched that side of the bed like it was taboo, but for some reason tonight she did.

She opened the note and reread it late into the night. She smiled. She cried. For the first time in two weeks before she went to bed, she turned on her alarm. She fell asleep with the note still clutched in her hand.

She woke up that morning feeling different. She pulled her gun out of the closet. She wasn't afraid of it. She put a suit and a pair of matching shoes on and felt empowered. She called her partner to meet her at an address. He agreed without question.

When she arrived at the address. She went up to the door and knocked. A man came out looking surprised.

She smiled. "You're under arrest for the murder of Shawn Spencer. You made two mistakes that night. You killed a consultant for the Santa Barbara Police Department where I am a detective and two, you son of a bitch, you killed my boyfriend."

Her partner smirked as he handcuffed the man. His partner was back and she was armed with words and a gun.

She nodded back, happy to see that man in cuffs and who would most likely rot in jail. She called the Police Department to have a squad car pick him up. She didn't want that filth, that scum touching their car.

She turned to her partner as they watched the squad car drive away with the latest criminal. "We need to stop at the grocery store."

He looked at her, confused if she had gone crazy. They had a criminal now back at the department and now they had paperwork especially her, she had absent for two weeks. Her inbox wasn't looking too friendly right now. He raised an eyebrow as he got behind the wheel. "Why?"

She smiled. She wasn't going to cry anymore. She was going to answer her phone messages. She was going to the shooting range and not flinch at the sound of the gun. She was going to buy her cat a present. She was going to find her missing shoe in her closet and match it to its pair. She was going to clean her finger with the cut that was surely irritated by now. She was going to look into the mirror and feel pretty. She was going to look her partner into the eye and not feel weak.

She looked her partner into the eye as she answered his question with a smile. "I'm running low on pineapple."

Her partner shook his head with a slight smirk. " O'Hara, It's good to have you back."

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