A/N: This is what happens when I think about the finale after this year's premiere, and then somehow jump all the way back to My Good Name. Random, but there you have it. And CI's not mine.

"The world isn't always in black and white, you know."

He hadn't even heard the back door open, but apparently, it had. He said nothing to this remark, however, but remained where he was, staring off into the darkness that had fallen. She sighed and came to sit in the empty chair beside him, reaching out to pry the bottle in his hand away.

"This isn't gonna help you any," she told him, and finally, he turned to look at her.

"Then what will?" he asked. She shrugged.

"I don't know," she said, "And to be honest, I don't think anything will. You're just gonna have to take this for what it is."

"What it is happens to be a former friend of mine who not only couldn't keep it in his pants, but also felt perfectly comfortable using me to lie to his wife."

"Yeah, well, I told you a while back that he was a jerk, but you didn't want to listen."

"I should have."

"Just like you should've listened to your detectives, right?"

He gave her a look, but said nothing. She sighed again, knowing that she'd struck a nerve and fell silent, but only for a moment.

"No one can fault you for doing your job," she said. "None of this is even close to being on you."

"That's not the point."

"Don't tell me you're actually feeling like you somehow betrayed the stupid son of a bitch."

"I'm not."

"Then why are you so upset?"

"I don't know. I just…you spend all this time thinking you know someone, and then something like this happens."

"People change, Jimmy. You know that."

"That's not the point, either."

"I didn't think it was, but I really don't think there is a point, either."

"You said it yourself, Angie. The world's not always in black and white."

"No, it isn't…most of the time everything's just sitting there in shades of grey."