A/N: Thinking about 'In the Wee Small Hours' prompted this. I don't know why I was thinking about it, I just was, and this little scene came up. Probably because I thought it was really low how that attorney pulled Eames' request out of seemingly nowhere...so there you have it.
And CI isn't mine.
Five years. Looking back, it seems like an eternity, but now she knows that it isn't. And she knows that she wouldn't give it up for the world. Not now, anyway. Things had been odd between them in the beginning; she closes her eyes, silently berating herself as she thinks about that letter…that damned letter that could have ruined the already tentative relationship they have.
He said he understood. That he knew why she wrote it. But she still can't help but feel guilty. And it was more than just the look he'd been wearing when it had been brought into the light. She'd completely forgotten about it. And when that defense attorney had made her read it aloud on the stand…it was the closest she'd been to tears in a long while. She wasn't too keen on repeating the experience again.
Looking at the clock, she sighs, running a hand through her hair. It is nearly four in the morning, but she hasn't been able to sleep. The phone is, for once, mercifully silent, but she wishes it wasn't. She wishes he'd call and tell her they have a new case to work on, even if she doesn't really want to be going out. She wishes he'd call and tell her that everything really is ok, and that he wasn't just telling her that so she'd leave him alone.
A few minutes pass, and that short amount of time feels even more like an eternity than the past five years have felt. Biting her lip, she debates on whether or not she should call him. Her emotions overrule her logic this time around, and she picks up the phone, dialing the number she has committed to her memory. It rings, one time, and then two, continuing on until she gives up, placing the phone back on the receiver and leaning back against the headboard, closing her eyes again and sighing.
He'd said that she was right…that he was an acquired taste. And even now, hours later, she still can't make herself believe that it has taken five years for her to acquire it.