Skeletons (2/?)
See part one for info/disclaimers/etc.
2027 ROMEO(EST)
SARAH MACKENZIE'S APARTMENT
ONE MONTH EARLIER
As Mac pulled into the parking lot in front of her
building, she sighed in relief. It had been a long
day. All she
wanted to do was take a nice long bath, then crawl
into bed
with Jingo and a good book. Upon reaching her
apartment,
Mac noted with a bit of annoyance that the lights were
on. Letting
herself in, Mac called out, "Mic?" When she
didn't hear him reply, she began removing her uniform.
Making her way past the sofa, she noticed a figure
hunched over,
head in his hands. "Mic?" she called again, this time
a bit warily.
"Sarah?" He looked up at her, finally becoming aware
of her
presence.
"Mic...What's wrong?" Mac asked, alarmed by his
haggard
appearance and seeming disorientation.
"You're late."
"I know. I'm sorry Mic. The Jeffries case has been
running me ragged, you know that. I'll make it up to
you this weekend, I promise."
"No Sarah. Don't make me any more promises. You and
I both know you won't keep them. I don't need any
more disappointment." Mic avoided her eyes, unable to
look at her.
"Mic, what's going on? You're starting to scare me.
Did something happen at work, with your family?" Mac
sat down beside him on the couch, attempting to cover
his hand with hers. He pulled away abruptly, and
began rapidly pacing in front of the fireplace. He
continued his pacing, resembling a caged animal as the
argument escalated into an all out shouting match.
Mac had no idea what she'd done to evoke this kind of
a response from her normally reasonable and loving
fiance.
Mic turned suddenly and sat down next to her. "I'm
sorry Sarah. I do love you, but this...us...it will
never work. It was a mistake." Gently caressing her
face, he pressed his lips to hers one final time.
"Forgive me, please." He then rose and made his way
to the door, never once looking back.
Mac sat on the sofa for a moment, stunned. She then
recognized the taste of alcohol on her lips. Mic had
been drinking. No matter what the situation was
between them, she still cared about him, and he didn't
need to be driving in his condition. She quickly
crossed the room, grabbed her jacket, keys and cell
phone and headed out.
Upon reaching her car, she hesitated a moment.
Perhaps she should give him time to cool off. He had
been quite upset. But something wasn't right. After
pursuing her for all this time...Why would he suddenly
give up so easily? That wasn't Mic at all. Just
yesterday he had been asking her about a wedding date.
No, something was going on and she was determined to
find out what.
See part one for info/disclaimers/etc.
2027 ROMEO(EST)
SARAH MACKENZIE'S APARTMENT
ONE MONTH EARLIER
As Mac pulled into the parking lot in front of her
building, she sighed in relief. It had been a long
day. All she
wanted to do was take a nice long bath, then crawl
into bed
with Jingo and a good book. Upon reaching her
apartment,
Mac noted with a bit of annoyance that the lights were
on. Letting
herself in, Mac called out, "Mic?" When she
didn't hear him reply, she began removing her uniform.
Making her way past the sofa, she noticed a figure
hunched over,
head in his hands. "Mic?" she called again, this time
a bit warily.
"Sarah?" He looked up at her, finally becoming aware
of her
presence.
"Mic...What's wrong?" Mac asked, alarmed by his
haggard
appearance and seeming disorientation.
"You're late."
"I know. I'm sorry Mic. The Jeffries case has been
running me ragged, you know that. I'll make it up to
you this weekend, I promise."
"No Sarah. Don't make me any more promises. You and
I both know you won't keep them. I don't need any
more disappointment." Mic avoided her eyes, unable to
look at her.
"Mic, what's going on? You're starting to scare me.
Did something happen at work, with your family?" Mac
sat down beside him on the couch, attempting to cover
his hand with hers. He pulled away abruptly, and
began rapidly pacing in front of the fireplace. He
continued his pacing, resembling a caged animal as the
argument escalated into an all out shouting match.
Mac had no idea what she'd done to evoke this kind of
a response from her normally reasonable and loving
fiance.
Mic turned suddenly and sat down next to her. "I'm
sorry Sarah. I do love you, but this...us...it will
never work. It was a mistake." Gently caressing her
face, he pressed his lips to hers one final time.
"Forgive me, please." He then rose and made his way
to the door, never once looking back.
Mac sat on the sofa for a moment, stunned. She then
recognized the taste of alcohol on her lips. Mic had
been drinking. No matter what the situation was
between them, she still cared about him, and he didn't
need to be driving in his condition. She quickly
crossed the room, grabbed her jacket, keys and cell
phone and headed out.
Upon reaching her car, she hesitated a moment.
Perhaps she should give him time to cool off. He had
been quite upset. But something wasn't right. After
pursuing her for all this time...Why would he suddenly
give up so easily? That wasn't Mic at all. Just
yesterday he had been asking her about a wedding date.
No, something was going on and she was determined to
find out what.