He had done it again.
He had completely walked away when he could have gotten his foot in the door.
They had been the only two in the locker room.
She hadn't seen him when she kicked the locker door, leaving a small dent.
It was only after she had composed herself did he make his presence known.
And hadn't said a word.
Because he had been too afraid, what if the kick hadn't been about Grissom?
It had to be because she had finished the case and gotten the guy.
So yes it was about Grissom.
And he blew it and refused to make himself ask her what was wrong.
Cause that's what any normal person would do, ask if they cared or not.
It was out of decency.
And he hadn't.
Wasn't he supposed to be her friend?
The one closer to her than all the others?
But he wasn't any more, she had Grissom to keep her warm at night and that was all she needed.
Or so it seemed, because she hadn't asked him to stay and chat, or grab a cup of coffee, she had smiled politely and left.
The smile was fake and she had been biting the inside of her lip not to say anything he noticed.
And his mouth had been full of cotton balls, and they didn't disappear until she had left leaving him alone.
Asking the lockers.
"What's wrong?"
They didn't reply back, like she would have done.
A/N: The long awaited chapter 2. There will be a chapter three posted soon. Thank you for the reviews. Sorry that its short.