"I think she's going to be okay."
"And you? What's happening with you?"
" I'm going back to work Guv"
Mickey had fully intended to go back to work but found he just couldn't focus.
All he could see was Carrie trembling in his embrace, sobbing against his neck in that coke surrounded kitchen as he whispered meaningless platitudes.
And that look.
God, that look.
She looked haunted.
Broken.
Destroyed.
Like part of her soul had been ripped away.
It was something that stained them all.
Laura. Jenny. Carrie. Himself.
"He's taken my life away."
He sat staring at the picture of the monster who had stolen his own life, the darkness of the rest of CID almost spotlighting him.
And then Mia arrived.
And after all those months, all those anxious half starts, all that pain and agony, the words escaped on a tearful breath.
He told her about his past and felt himself absolved.
Through his tears, the monster didn't loom so big.
He shut the file in the drawer and followed Mia out of CID, taking steps towards reclaiming his life.