Anna Devane sat behind her office desk, a stack of paper in front of her.
She thumbed through the pile as there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Anna said. The door swung open and an officer walked in. "What is it?"
"It's been a week, chief," he said. "We've dragged the river three times."
"Still no sign of Vanessa?" Anna asked.
"No. She probably washed out..."
"You're probably right."
"So, do you want us to keep looking?" Anna didn't answer. "Chief?" This was the one thing that Anna hated about her job. "Chief?"
Anna took a deep breath before making a quick decision. "Call off the search," she said. "Call it off." The officer nodded and turned to exit the office. "And you'll write up the report for me?"
"Yes, ma'am." The officer closed the door behind him, leaving Anna alone again in her office. She was still for a moment and then stood, grabbing her jacket and exiting the room.
"Anna," Jackson saw her closing the door. "I thought you were coming by my office this morning."
"Oh," Anna said putting her hand up through her hair. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot...With Leo's funeral and the search for Vanessa's body..."
"And you look like you're off to somewhere else now."
"Yes," Anna said trying to avoid starting the conversation with Jackson at that moment. "I was just on my way out. Can I come by in a few hours? We could have lunch?"
"Not unless you want to lose it." Anna was dumbfounded. "We got your report back from Quantico on the vial David Hayward mashed into your carpet."
"You don't sound too thrilled."
"I'll see you in your office?" Jackson pushed open her office door, and Anna walked in, removing her jacket.
Greenlee rolled over in bed onto her side. She eased her eyes open until she realized what had happened.
"Oh, my God," Greenlee said, looking over at David. "Oh, God. that did not just happen. We did not just...Oh, God." Greenlee slid out of bed, draping the top sheet over herself and reaching for her clothes. She dressed quickly and tied her hair back, which she hardly ever did. She went to quietly leave the room, but suddenly whipped around, flinging the balled up sheet at David.
"How dare you!" Greenlee screamed at him. David slipped out of bed and into a pair of slacks he had on the floor. "How...How...How could you?"
"Slow down, Greenlee," David said approaching her.
"Slow down!? Slow down? I just lost my husband, your brother. And you're telling me to slow down."
"Greenlee..."
"I need a shower..."
"Please, Greens."
Greenlee raised her hand, slapping David across the face. "Do not...call me that. Only Leo can call me that." Greenlee began to flip out again. "This was a mistake," she said. "this whole thing was a mistake. I...I've got to go. I have to go." Greenlee grabbed the rest of her belongings and rushed out of the cabin.
"Greenlee!" David called following after her. "Green...Greenlee!" David stopped at the cabin door as he watched Greenlee get into her car and speed away. After a short pause, David made a fist and pounded it into the door frame. "Damn it!" he yelled, and then softer. "Damn it."
Greenlee just kept driving. The tears had begun to well up in her eyes once again. She pulled up in front of 1421 Plumbtree Road and sat behind the wheel for a moment. Greenlee wiped her eyes before stepping out of the car and approaching the building.
"Morning, Mrs. du Pres," the doorman said as she entered. "Nice to see you back again."
Greenlee walked blindly passed him and onto the elevator. She kept the same blank stare as the door closed and she began her ascent. She tried not to think of what had happened. The whole scenario needed to be blocked out of her mind. But the harder she tried to forget about David, the stronger her thoughts about him were.
The elevator door opened and without thinking, Greenlee stepped out and to the door of the Loft, putting the key in the lock, swinging open the door and steeping inside.
Once inside, the door shut behind her, Greenlee realized what she had done. She was standing inside the Loft. Greenlee walked further inside, seeing things exactly how her and Leo had left them before the accident.
Greenlee crouched down, picking up pile of mail off the floor. She flipped through it. "Bill...Bill...Bill..." she tossed them onto an end table. "You may already be a winner. HA!" Greenlee laughed. "Monsieur and Madam Leo du Pres." Greenlee, clutching the envelope in her hands brought it up to her face as if by holding this piece of paper with Leo's name on it helped her feel closer to him. It was hard for her to do, but Greenlee slowly tore open the envelope and unfolded the piece of paper that was inside. "...were expecting you to arrive last week," Greenlee read aloud. "We hope all is well in the states and that you will join us in Paris soon..." Greenlee paused a moment, tightly pursing her lips and breathing deeply through her nose. "We hope all is well. I'll show you how 'well' everything is." Greenlee began tearing up the letter. "This is how well things are going." She cast the pieces forward out over the floor and fell back onto the sofa sobbing. She placed her hand gently on her abdomen. "Why did you do this?" she cried. "How could you leave me when you had so much to live for? We could have had everything we dreamed of. A new beginning, a family...Now I have to do it all alone."
Greenlee put her head in her hands as she heard a pounding at the door. "Greenlee!" David's voice could be heard from the hallway. Greenlee, please let me in." Greenlee didn't answer him. "Come on, Greenlee, I know you're in there. I saw your car outside."
"Go away, David," Greenlee said. "I don't want to talk to you."
Greenlee got up and walked over to the door as David spoke again. "Are you just going to keep me locked out here?"
Greenlee swung open the door just enough so that she could see David and he could see her. "What do you think?"
"I think we need to talk."
"We have nothing to talk about." Greenlee tried to close the door, but David used his foot to hold it open. "Let go of the door, David."
"Not unless you talk to me."
"Let go of the door, or I'll call the police and have you arrested for trespassing. Wouldn't that be a nice little addition to your rap sheet?"
Greenlee, please," David begged. "Please don't close me out."
"You really don't get it, do you?" Greenlee said opening the door completely. "You honestly don't get it." Greenlee walked over to the chair by the mantle and picked up a blue shirt. "Do you see this?" She turned back to David. "Leo should be wearing this shirt right now." She brought the fabric up to her face. "It still smells like him." Greenlee clutched the shirt as she slowly reached up and took hold of the plane tickets, bringing them down off of the mantle. "He never got to see the apartment I picked out for us in Paris. We never got to spend a...a Christmas or a birthday with eachother as a married couple. He didn't know I was pregnant. He probably didn't even know how much I love...how much I loved him." Greenlee cried.
David slowly, cautiously walked closer to Greenlee as she sat, still clutching Leo's shirt in her arms. "How could you even question that?" David asked her.
"Just go away, David," Greenlee said. "Get out of here."
"Leo loved you Greenlee. And you loved him. he knew you loved him. You got married."
"Are you saying that everyone one gets married for love? Look at you and Anna. that's love?"
"Me and Anna...we are not the issue here, Greenlee. You and Leo are. You married out of love. You spent your days together filled with love. Greenlee, you offered to stay in Pine Valley for Leo."
"That's right..." Greenlee paused. "That's right. He's dead because of me. If we had gone to Paris..."
"No, Greenlee."
"He would still be alive."
"You can't blame yourself. You didn't kill him. It was because of Vanessa and her...her warped ideals."
"Vanessa should have went over those falls alone. She deserved that."
"She's not going to hurt anyone else."
"It's a little late now." Greenlee paused, letting the fact that she was sitting with David having a conversation settle in her mind. "I really think you should go, David."
"But..."
"Please," Greenlee said. "I can't...I need to be alone. I need to let all of this settle in my brain. I need to make sense about..."
"About..." David hinted.
"About that... and other things. Just please...David...go."
David reluctantly stood and walked back over to the door. "Greenlee," he said before exiting. "About last night."
"Don't...David," Greenlee interrupted him. "Don't...Just go, OK."
David stood there, silently for a moment as he watched Greenlee throw the plane tickets to the floor and put the blue shirt back up to her face. And he left the Loft just as silently, knowing that his heart spoke louder than any of his words ever would.
"Come in," Anna said. The door swung open and an officer walked in. "What is it?"
"It's been a week, chief," he said. "We've dragged the river three times."
"Still no sign of Vanessa?" Anna asked.
"No. She probably washed out..."
"You're probably right."
"So, do you want us to keep looking?" Anna didn't answer. "Chief?" This was the one thing that Anna hated about her job. "Chief?"
Anna took a deep breath before making a quick decision. "Call off the search," she said. "Call it off." The officer nodded and turned to exit the office. "And you'll write up the report for me?"
"Yes, ma'am." The officer closed the door behind him, leaving Anna alone again in her office. She was still for a moment and then stood, grabbing her jacket and exiting the room.
"Anna," Jackson saw her closing the door. "I thought you were coming by my office this morning."
"Oh," Anna said putting her hand up through her hair. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot...With Leo's funeral and the search for Vanessa's body..."
"And you look like you're off to somewhere else now."
"Yes," Anna said trying to avoid starting the conversation with Jackson at that moment. "I was just on my way out. Can I come by in a few hours? We could have lunch?"
"Not unless you want to lose it." Anna was dumbfounded. "We got your report back from Quantico on the vial David Hayward mashed into your carpet."
"You don't sound too thrilled."
"I'll see you in your office?" Jackson pushed open her office door, and Anna walked in, removing her jacket.
Greenlee rolled over in bed onto her side. She eased her eyes open until she realized what had happened.
"Oh, my God," Greenlee said, looking over at David. "Oh, God. that did not just happen. We did not just...Oh, God." Greenlee slid out of bed, draping the top sheet over herself and reaching for her clothes. She dressed quickly and tied her hair back, which she hardly ever did. She went to quietly leave the room, but suddenly whipped around, flinging the balled up sheet at David.
"How dare you!" Greenlee screamed at him. David slipped out of bed and into a pair of slacks he had on the floor. "How...How...How could you?"
"Slow down, Greenlee," David said approaching her.
"Slow down!? Slow down? I just lost my husband, your brother. And you're telling me to slow down."
"Greenlee..."
"I need a shower..."
"Please, Greens."
Greenlee raised her hand, slapping David across the face. "Do not...call me that. Only Leo can call me that." Greenlee began to flip out again. "This was a mistake," she said. "this whole thing was a mistake. I...I've got to go. I have to go." Greenlee grabbed the rest of her belongings and rushed out of the cabin.
"Greenlee!" David called following after her. "Green...Greenlee!" David stopped at the cabin door as he watched Greenlee get into her car and speed away. After a short pause, David made a fist and pounded it into the door frame. "Damn it!" he yelled, and then softer. "Damn it."
Greenlee just kept driving. The tears had begun to well up in her eyes once again. She pulled up in front of 1421 Plumbtree Road and sat behind the wheel for a moment. Greenlee wiped her eyes before stepping out of the car and approaching the building.
"Morning, Mrs. du Pres," the doorman said as she entered. "Nice to see you back again."
Greenlee walked blindly passed him and onto the elevator. She kept the same blank stare as the door closed and she began her ascent. She tried not to think of what had happened. The whole scenario needed to be blocked out of her mind. But the harder she tried to forget about David, the stronger her thoughts about him were.
The elevator door opened and without thinking, Greenlee stepped out and to the door of the Loft, putting the key in the lock, swinging open the door and steeping inside.
Once inside, the door shut behind her, Greenlee realized what she had done. She was standing inside the Loft. Greenlee walked further inside, seeing things exactly how her and Leo had left them before the accident.
Greenlee crouched down, picking up pile of mail off the floor. She flipped through it. "Bill...Bill...Bill..." she tossed them onto an end table. "You may already be a winner. HA!" Greenlee laughed. "Monsieur and Madam Leo du Pres." Greenlee, clutching the envelope in her hands brought it up to her face as if by holding this piece of paper with Leo's name on it helped her feel closer to him. It was hard for her to do, but Greenlee slowly tore open the envelope and unfolded the piece of paper that was inside. "...were expecting you to arrive last week," Greenlee read aloud. "We hope all is well in the states and that you will join us in Paris soon..." Greenlee paused a moment, tightly pursing her lips and breathing deeply through her nose. "We hope all is well. I'll show you how 'well' everything is." Greenlee began tearing up the letter. "This is how well things are going." She cast the pieces forward out over the floor and fell back onto the sofa sobbing. She placed her hand gently on her abdomen. "Why did you do this?" she cried. "How could you leave me when you had so much to live for? We could have had everything we dreamed of. A new beginning, a family...Now I have to do it all alone."
Greenlee put her head in her hands as she heard a pounding at the door. "Greenlee!" David's voice could be heard from the hallway. Greenlee, please let me in." Greenlee didn't answer him. "Come on, Greenlee, I know you're in there. I saw your car outside."
"Go away, David," Greenlee said. "I don't want to talk to you."
Greenlee got up and walked over to the door as David spoke again. "Are you just going to keep me locked out here?"
Greenlee swung open the door just enough so that she could see David and he could see her. "What do you think?"
"I think we need to talk."
"We have nothing to talk about." Greenlee tried to close the door, but David used his foot to hold it open. "Let go of the door, David."
"Not unless you talk to me."
"Let go of the door, or I'll call the police and have you arrested for trespassing. Wouldn't that be a nice little addition to your rap sheet?"
Greenlee, please," David begged. "Please don't close me out."
"You really don't get it, do you?" Greenlee said opening the door completely. "You honestly don't get it." Greenlee walked over to the chair by the mantle and picked up a blue shirt. "Do you see this?" She turned back to David. "Leo should be wearing this shirt right now." She brought the fabric up to her face. "It still smells like him." Greenlee clutched the shirt as she slowly reached up and took hold of the plane tickets, bringing them down off of the mantle. "He never got to see the apartment I picked out for us in Paris. We never got to spend a...a Christmas or a birthday with eachother as a married couple. He didn't know I was pregnant. He probably didn't even know how much I love...how much I loved him." Greenlee cried.
David slowly, cautiously walked closer to Greenlee as she sat, still clutching Leo's shirt in her arms. "How could you even question that?" David asked her.
"Just go away, David," Greenlee said. "Get out of here."
"Leo loved you Greenlee. And you loved him. he knew you loved him. You got married."
"Are you saying that everyone one gets married for love? Look at you and Anna. that's love?"
"Me and Anna...we are not the issue here, Greenlee. You and Leo are. You married out of love. You spent your days together filled with love. Greenlee, you offered to stay in Pine Valley for Leo."
"That's right..." Greenlee paused. "That's right. He's dead because of me. If we had gone to Paris..."
"No, Greenlee."
"He would still be alive."
"You can't blame yourself. You didn't kill him. It was because of Vanessa and her...her warped ideals."
"Vanessa should have went over those falls alone. She deserved that."
"She's not going to hurt anyone else."
"It's a little late now." Greenlee paused, letting the fact that she was sitting with David having a conversation settle in her mind. "I really think you should go, David."
"But..."
"Please," Greenlee said. "I can't...I need to be alone. I need to let all of this settle in my brain. I need to make sense about..."
"About..." David hinted.
"About that... and other things. Just please...David...go."
David reluctantly stood and walked back over to the door. "Greenlee," he said before exiting. "About last night."
"Don't...David," Greenlee interrupted him. "Don't...Just go, OK."
David stood there, silently for a moment as he watched Greenlee throw the plane tickets to the floor and put the blue shirt back up to her face. And he left the Loft just as silently, knowing that his heart spoke louder than any of his words ever would.