WHY?
Cameron was annoyed, annoyed and fed up. Why, that was the word, it lead to many other sentences, but Why was the word that kept repeating in her head. She sat down in her little enclave, in the office, behind the safety of her desk, knowing that 'he' was not on the other side of the wall, that was mostly more than just a physical presence.
It had started with the series of questions about her childhood, questions that had surprised her, yes, at the time the case had been difficult, but where had that line of questioning come from? And mores to the point, why would he think those thoughts about her?
Was it her interest in why he hired her, or was it more of what she was used to now.. The pushing of buttons to provoke reaction? He was a master of that certainly and so there had been to-ing and fro-ing, bouncing off each other like two contestants in a fencing game, all the while this other feeling had been growing, yeah the feeling of enjoyment.
She liked it, she liked him, damn it she even told him as much, look how that turned out. Oh here it comes again, why, why did she like it, why did she like him. Even he asked that question, although she didn't agree with the answer he gave for her.
And then she had become angry, no pissed, no.. oh she didn't know, it was all so confusing..
But she had started to really get to him, she could tell, she had stopped him in his tracks, even surprised him a little. The threesome comment, even the lil red dress had paid off and then Foreman had gone and stole her article and it had all gone to pot again. She was just angry at him for not respecting her, or even defending her, justifying her reasons for being usurped by Foreman.
It had been a busy day in the clinic and he had been an ass, but they were all used to it, they had ended up back in the office.
And then it had happened, the guy had come in and just shot him, shot him right there in front of them.
She looked down at the carpet in front of her, the blood stain, his blood stain and she asked herself…. Why?