Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine but the story is.
Spoilers: anything up to Butterflied
Author's Note: OK so I'm the extremely off person who ships both ways.
Equal Terms
You are a trained observer.
You watch people around you.
OK, so you watch mostly him, but that's beside the point, because unlike a certain other person, when you watch him you aren't obvious.
And that's one of the things that burns you.
On those rare occasions when he doesn't know anyone's watching and breaks down and watches her, you can't help but wonder why her and not you.
You are what he should want.
You are a mature, independent career woman/mother who goes after what she wants and takes it. You've played the game long enough to know how to get what you want without coming off like a total bitch. In fact, you take a small measure in making her snipe enough in reaction so that she appears the be the party in the wrong while you shrug it off.
You are closer to his age.
You don't play games with him.
You are his best friend.
Even more, you are his equal.
And yet, the rumors still comeback to you of words said in interrogation. Of a touch shared at a reenactment. And you can't chase away his reaction to the murder of a woman who looked like her.
You want to know why.
Why he plays the game of pushing her away and pulling you close only to step back and reverse.
If he was any one else, if you were any one else, you would think he liked it.
Liked the idea of two opposites (because that's what you see her as) women fighting over him (not that that's what you're doing). But he has no clue how you feel. Hell, he has no idea how he feels. Sometimes you wonder if he feels at all.
Others, you know he feels too much.
But it doesn't matter.
You'll take what he can give. Because friendship lasts where passion dies.
Because you're his equal.
And in the end, that's all that matters. . .
~Fin~
