Lexie was in the gym hitting the heavy bag. She was laser focused. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder and instinctively turned to swing her co-worker Omar caught her fist.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Omar said. He let her go.

"Oh." "I'm sorry Omar."

"I just wanted to say hi."

"Sorry." "I was in the zone." "Hi."

"Hi."

The next morning Omar just arrived at work. He got off the elevator.

"Morning Omar." Stuart said.

"Morning." "Hey can I talk to you about Lexie?"

"Yeah." They went over to the side. "What's up?"

"Has Lexie ever said anything to you about being in the military?"

"No why?"

"I saw her at the gym yesterday." "She was hitting the heavy bag." "When I went to say hi to her she took a swing at me." "Her eyes were full of rage and pain." "I've seen that look before, in soldiers with PTSD."

"I've noticed she has a wall up." "I've been wondering about it but I don't wanna pry."

Ten minutes later Lexie came in with cup holders with coffee in them.

"I think I have everyone's coffee orders down." She said. "This one's for Omar." She said handing him the cup with his name on it. "I'm still sorry about yesterday."

"Don't worry about it." Omar said.

Lexie gave out the rest of the coffees until there were only two left, hers and Stuart's.

"Here's a coffee for my pain in the ass partner." She said jokingly. She handed it to him.

"I love you too Lex." Stuart said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Later that night Lexie was getting ready to go home. She pressed the button for the elevator.

"Wanna get a drink Lexie?" Stuart asked coming over to her.

"Not tonight." "I'm really tired." The elevator opened. She got on.

"Ok." "If you ever need to talk about anything, you know you can talk to me right?"

"I know." "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." The elevator closed.

A few nights later Stuart was at Lexie's. They were going over case notes. They had a big drug bust tomorrow. They were going to be working with the CIA. Lexie and Stuart had ordered in and taken a dinner break. He came downstairs from the bathroom. She was in the kitchen. He noticed a picture on the mantle. It was of girl who looked to be in her early teens. She was in a leotard. Lexie came back into the living room.

"Is that you?" Stuart asked motioning to the picture.

"Yeah." "I was twelve." "I used to do ballet." "I wanted to be a ballerina when I was younger." "I used to be really good at it." "I quit when I was fourteen."

"Why?"

"Let's get back to work."

Lexie popped up in bed that night trembling, as was usual. She got up, went into the bathroom and washed her face. She looked in the mirror.

"He's dead." She said out loud. "He's dead." "You're ok, you're ok."