Him-Leaving
He came back from the vending machine. It had been a long few weeks with a particularly hard case. A kidnapping. They hadn't managed to find the victim in time. By the time the crime had been reported the victim was already dead. There was nothing they could of done. He knew the case had been hard on Eames. So hard that Ross had ordered her to take a few days off. She had been quite when she left, really quite. He was worried. She hadn't answered the phone when he had called, although he did know she had been in touch with Ross.
As he made his way over to the desk he was surprised to see her there. She didn't look around like she did when she was thinking. She didn't gaze off into space like she did when she was distracted. She just stood there and...packed? She had a box resting on her desk and was putting her few personal items into it.
This task held all her attention. He had sat down at his desk before she looked up.
"I...I thought you were out." she said quietly in an unnatural tone.
"No just at the vending machine." He waited to get a response from her. He never went to the vending machine.
"Oh." Was all he got.
She began pulling stuff out of the drawers. And hurriedly shoving it into the box.
"Eames?" His voice had become quite now too. What was going on? Why was she acting like this? And what the hell was with that box!?
She looked at him. Was that a tear he saw in her eye?
"I'm sorry." she whispered
Suddenly he understood.
"I know." Was the only thing he could say. It wasn't a fight, It wasn't anyone's fault. It simply was life taking its course. Somehow that didn't help the fact that she was leaving, and he was alone.
She looked at him pleading with her eyes for him to forgive her.
"I was going to call you Bobby I swear."
"It's alright. I know you would of."
One more look, one more shared understanding. Except this time they didn't see eye to eye as they used too. Then she was gone. Walking away with the box. She didn't even look back as she reached the corner. She turned and then he was alone.
Alone in a room filled with people. But it didn't matter if the whole world was in there. She was gone. That was all that mattered. And he was alone.