Angela swept into her office, collapsing on the couch. Her body was aching, her mind swirling. Her buzz was harder than usual, but not enough to make her numb, something she desperately wanted at the moment. Instead, pain shot through every limb, causing her eyes to tear.
She heard a soft knock and glanced towards the door, it was Wendell. She got to her feet with a little uncomfortable grunt, and walked over to the door, sliding it open. Wendell walked in, silent as a mouse, and sat down on the couch. Angela put on her normal smile, and looked over at him.
"Well, Wendell, come in, make yourself at home." She laughed halfheartedly, Wendell stared at her, patting the couch beside him. She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to him, falling comfortable back into the couch.
"Angela, what's troubling you?" He asked, his voice straight forward. She shook her head, glancing away briefly.
"Nothing, I'm fine, what would be wrong?" She said, a smile spreading forcefully across her mouth. Wendell glanced over at her nervously before raising an eyebrow in question. She shrugged her response, getting to her feet and walking to her desk, shifting the papers around.
"Angela," He whispered, "I know something is wrong. Won't you just tell me?"
Angela shook her head, a tear forming at the corner of her eye.
"Look, uh facial reconstruction… it needs to be done." She stammered. Wendell jumped to his feet, walking over to her quickly and grasping her shoulders gently in his hands. He spun her around, a soft groan leaving her lips.
"Angela, you can trust me!" he exclaimed in a silent tone. Angela blinked her tears away, trying her best not to cry.
"I'm fine Wendell… just… let me be." Angela stated, pushing him away. Wendell shook his head.
"Fine… well, when you are ready to talk… I'm here." He mumbled before walking quickly from the room. Angela let her tears fall gently down her face. There was no way she could tell Wendell… or anybody what she was doing.
After successfully identifying the skull as Amy Dregen, Angela left the Jeffersonian, heading home to where the same guy sat waiting for her at her door. She, reluctantly, let him fallow her in as she walked towards the kitchen, grasping a full bottle of vodka in her hands, taking large swigs at a time. Tonight was bound to end as disastrous as the night before.