What seems like hours in reality is only a few seconds. Alex glances back and forth between them, noticing the intense eye contact, the apparent struggle to mask their feelings as they stare at each other for the first time in over a year. Always one to make her presence known, she clears her throat.

"Well, I think I'll just let you two talk..." Alex says, slowly turning to walk towards the door.

"Wait!" Téa snaps out of her daze, and glares at Alex. "Expect a visit from me later."

Alex just smiles. Patting Todd on the arm she disappears out of the front door of the police department. Téa's eyes turn back to Todd. The expression on his face is indiscernable. Somewhere between shock, confusion, anger, ....and maybe a little relief. Taking a deep breath, she steps toward him.

"Hey," she says quietly. Her attempt is met by a cold silence. Clutching her bag a little tighter, she takes another step towards him. "How are you?"

Todd, for his part, can barely hear her. He can't even process that she is standing there in front of him, much less that there are actually words coming out of her mouth. Part of him wants to turn and walk away, the anger and hurt taking over, wanting to get away from her and all the feelings she brought out in him. Part of him wanted to walk toward her, pull her close, and never let her go again. Instead, silence won out, as he continued to glare at her.

Téa swallows hard, well aware of his anger. Tears form in her eyes, never wanting more in that moment than to go back and change the morning she left him. Unable to take the icy stare anymore, she throws her hands up and walks by him, shaking her head.

"Oh yeah, walk away, you're good at that," she hears a bitter voice behind her. She stops cold. She can feel his eyes on her, the hurt radiating from him in his biting tone. Blinking hard to hold back tears, she struggles to maintain her composure as she turns back towards him.

"He speaks. So, you are talking to me?"

"You would have known that if you hadn't walked out on me for a year and a half. Best year and a half of your life I'll bet."

"Hardly," she whispers, looking down.

Before she lowered her head, he caught it. That flash of vulnerability in those brown eyes that always tugged at his heart. But it wouldn't happen, not this time. She would NOT get to him again. So he pushed it away, running his hand through his hair. Shaking his head, he walks past her out the door.

"Whatever," he mumbles.

Téa stands there, her anger rising. Why did it always have to be so hard? Turning, she heads out the door, seeing him walking across the parking lot to his car. She runs down the steps.

"Todd!"

He stops, hearing her voice. That voice that had such power over him it scared him. He closes his eyes as he hears her heels clicking on the pavement, getting closer. When she stops behind him, he waits, but there is silence. After a moment, a smirk appears on his face. Ok, his life sucked. But she didn't have to know that. He turns toward her.

"Make it snappy, Delgado. I got a family to get home to."

The moment the words leave his mouth, he regrets it. Story of his life. The pain that flashes through her brown eyes twists his insides into a knot. He should have known better, the power of her pain to hurt him was like no other. It never worked with her, revenge. Wanting to hurt her always backfired, because he felt like he hurt himself. Clearing his throat, he steps toward her.

"Téa..."

"No, Todd," she begins, her voice a bit shaky. "I heard that you and Blair are back together. I hope ..." she looks down momentarily, trying to find some kind of strength within her to say the words. "I hope that you're happy. You deserve it."

A hard lump forms in his throat as her shiny brown eyes stare into his hazel ones.

"Yeah, right."

"You do, even though you don't think you do."

He steps back from her, rubbing his hands over his face. He felt himself starting to get a little more ticked. It wasn't the reaction he expected from her, he'd wanted ...something else. He walks past her, then whirls around to face her.

"So that's it? I get your blessing huh? You don't even care?"

Téa shakes her head. "Is that what you think?"

"I just want you to be happy Todd...yeah I'll bet. As long as you don't have to deal with me right?"

"I meant what I said."

"Yeah I'm sure you did. Blair gets to put up with my crap not you."

"God, you don't get it do you?"

"Apparently not."

"Todd, when you ...love...someone, you want them to be happy. If this is what you want, it doesn't matter how I feel about it. I want you to be happy."

Completely missing her reference to 'love', he snaps back, "And you think it's with Blair?"

"You were the one who told me you had to get home to your 'family'...a not so veiled shot by the way. Or was that the point? Throw it in my face?"

The look on Todd's face tells Téa she was right, and she just grins slightly. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, it does hurt. More than you'll ever know," she says softly.

Her soft voice brings tears to his eyes. "That's ironic, since you're probably one of the few people on this lousy planet I don't wanna hurt."

Taking a chance, she steps closer to him. "I don't want to hurt you either....and I'm sorry I did."

She notices his eyes widening, and the vulnerability seeping into the hazel depths of his eyes. When he speaks, his voice has a quiet, pained tone.

"So, why did you?"