Meat suddenly recalled a conversation the four of them had back when they first started out.

" Didn't she cheat on you with your best friend? Dude, you have shitty luck. I don't blame you though, she was pretty fucking hot."

Roach winced as he remembered Allison. He loved her, he loved her deeply. She was the first girl to reach his heart. And the first to break it. He still remembered the day perfectly. He had proposed to her. He had been planning it for weeks. He had the ring and everything. Not only had she declined, but confessed to cheating, and ended their relationship. She had tried many times to patch things up with Roach when he first joined the task force. He still to this day deeply loved her, but declined. He obviously couldn't make her happy, he only wanted what was best for her. Tears must have been filling his eyes, because Royce raised an eyebrow.

" Your not going to cry are you?"

Meat shook his head.

" Dude, she dumped your ass, get over it, she was a whore."

That did it. Between the memories of high school, his mother, Allison, and his pounding head ache, he couldn't take it anymore. Roach silently got up from the table and left the diner. As he passed their table MacTavish tried to ask Roach what happened, but got no response. Roach just simply walked out with no explanation. Ghost and Price looked at each other.

" what the hell?" Ghost asked as he looked over at Meat, who shrugged as if he did nothing wrong. Innocent looks form Royce and Worm followed. MacTavish glared at them. He bloody well knew what happened. He rose from the table.

" Ill go see if he's okay, Ghost, you handle the dream team over there."

Ghost nodded. He got up to confront Meat and the others as His captain walked outside to find Roach. Price followed Ghost to the table, he wasn't going to miss this action.

Roach rolled the small jade heart between his fingers as he leaned against one of the cars they rode to town in. he was trying his best to regain control of his anger. He was tying his best to suppress the sad memories that filled his head. He thought he had gotten over all those things, that he had moved on.

" Guess I was wrong, again." Roach mumbled.

" Wrong about what?" A heavy Scottish accent asked behind him. He turned around to find MacTavish a few feet behind him, his hands in his pockets. Roach shook his head.

" Nothing."

His captain placed a hand on his shoulder.

" Roach, if you told me they were bugging you I could have…"

Roach cut him off.

" Stick up for me, just like you always do. And I am thankful for that. But I need to stick up for myself, im sorry im so bad at it."

MacTavish nodded.

" You know Roach, everyone loses their temper sometimes, even people as mild tempered as you, mate."

Roach smiled, but it didn't last long. He suddenly felt tired, really tired. MacTavish looked at the door of the diner.

" Lest head back in, you can come and sit with the cool kids."

That got a real smile out of Roach.