A/N: Thanks everyone. Here is the next chapter.
Thanks toSallyJetson for the beta.
Chapter 3:
She stares at the cup, no longer hot as her spoon twists and twirls creating ripples on the top. If only she could read what they meant, read her future instead of her present.
Her thoughts are interrupted as an accent rings out, but it's the wrong voice, the wrong blue eyes, the wrong man.
"How's it going?" he asks, his casual tone not hiding his concern, his eyes not hiding their worry.
"Fine," is the response as eyes lower back to the cup. He forced her to be alone and now that is what she continues, isolating herself away more and more each day.
He doesn't leave, not like the other, but sits and patiently waits. The silence unfolds, him being there without saying a word, cracking her loneliness with his mere presence.
"Is there something I can do for you Detective?" she finally asks.
He looks at her with a grin. "You look like shit," he responds, ignoring her question.
"Good to know." She rises from her seat to wash the cup, both craving and fearing his company and friendship.
"You should come out with us tonight. It might do you some good," he suggests as he moves to follow her, hoping she'll say yes, that he can fix her since he can't fix the other.
"Not really in the mood." She watches as the water slowly swirls down the drain, curving around before falling into darkness, into nothingness.
His phone beeps signaling that he has to go. "You haven't been in the mood in awhile. I think you could use something different, a change of scenery. Call me if you change your mind."
She nods absently as he leaves. Is that really what she needs?