A/N: This talks about a series 2 (episode 7) spoiler.

Tim had ordered everybody home for the night. Earlier that day, they lost a member of their team and emotions were running high. Marcella didn't feel like going home; if anything, she was more determined to work on the case. Not just for Mark, but for the same reason for wanting every case solved.

Marcella's relationship with Mark suffered a little towards the end and she started to feel guilty she didn't try and fix it. But Mark was spying on her through her webcam so she had every right to be a little pissed off. She sits at her desk and looks at a framed picture of Mark. Everything about what had happened was devastating to her. Mark was a good guy, and despite their differences, nobody deserves to die the way he did.

It was dark in the team room and Tim was on his way home. He saw a figure sat at a desk and walked closer, realising it's Marcella he walked a little faster and placed his hand on her shoulder when he reached her. "Hey. Why are you still here?" he asked. Marcella turned and looked at him, tears streaming down her face. Tim hated seeing her upset and he hated that this was something he couldn't fix. He moved a nearby chair closer to her and looked at her, "None of this is your fault." he reassured her.

"If I had stayed -"

"No, no, no, don't say that." he said. He new Marcella would blame herself, she always did and it was heartbreaking for him. "You weren't to know, Marcella. Nobody was." he reassured her. Tim knew how hard it was to lose a member of the team, but he also knew this was no one's fault, least of all hers. If she had stayed, it would be her dead too and as much as losing Mark was hard for him, losing Marcella would be too much for even him to deal with.

She sat quietly for a moment before looking back at the photo of Mark and breaking down. Tim got out of his chair and leaned down to hug her tightly. He knew she blamed herself, but he also knew that nobody was to know it was going to happen so he wished he could take all of the responsibilty she felt for his death away.

Breaking off the hug, Tim looked into her eyes and held her chin lovingly between his thumb and forefinger, "Are you gonna be okay?" he asked.

She rubbed the tears of her cheek and nodded, "Yeah." she replied. Tim placed another kiss to her cheek and began to walk off, "Could you, I don't know, stay?"

Tim smiled and walked back towards her and sat down again. "Of course I'll stay." he hummed before leaning forward again and kissing her.