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In the week that followed, he didn't witness anymore of those moments. It was like she had rebuilt the wall, only this time it was twice as strong.
There were no clouds of emotion swirling in her eyes, and no flashes of worry or sadness across her face.
It was almost as if things were back to normal, back to the way they had been before she left them, left him.
But he knew. He wasn't sure how, he just did. On the outside, she was still the same woman she had been before she left and yet somehow, inside, she wasn't. She had changed.
So he watched for signs. Signs that she needed help, signs that she was ready to admit this.
His eyes were constantly flicking over to her, checking on her. Sometimes he felt like she was aware of his gaze. Other times, she appeared to be somewhere else entirely.
It was in those times, he wondered what went on in her head.
Her footsteps made hardly any sound on the concrete as she crept along the dark hallway.
It had taken nearly everything she had to lift herself off the floor.
To tear her eyes away and to turn her back had taken what was left.
She felt as though she was on auto-pilot, didn't know what she was doing or where she was going. She just knew she had to be moving.
If she stopped to think, she knew exactly what image her mind would conjure up, and she couldn't let that happen, not now. So she concentrated on what she needed to do, what was important in that moment.
Walking, and breathing.
Walking out of the elevator, he immediately looked towards her desk. Not seeing her, he scanned the room. She wasn't there.
It had been twelve days since he had driven her home that night and so far she hadn't mentioned it. Just pretended it hadn't happened, as she did with anything even remotely emotional.
She's just running late for work he told himself as he sat down at his desk and tried to busy himself with paperwork, all the while keeping one eye on the elevator.
Always watching, always waiting.
By lunchtime, he was officially worried. He had already called her seven times on her mobile alone and was just about ready to send out a search party.
Grabbing his stuff, he called out to McGee as he headed for the exit.
"Back soon, cover for me!"
"wha-"
But the doors had closed before he heard the reply.
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