DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS.

A/N: sorry this one is short, I rewrote it. Part 3 might be a little short too, but we'll see. Thanks for reading and as always, feed back is much appreciated!

The next few weeks at the office were fine. Mike and I were back to normal and even started working together better than before. That was until David started to show interest in me. He was a co-worker. David was really cute, slightly younger. I was surprised when he asked me out, I didn't know him that well. Mike was rattled by it. Not that he'd ever show it. He kept his cool seemingly. I knew better. One night, when everyone was gone, Mike pulled me aside.

"Connie, do you have a date with David Morrison?"

"Where did you hear that?" I heard my voice waver.

"The restroom. He was bragging. I overheard. So, is it true?"

"Yes."

"You know, inter-office dating is very unseemly."

Jerk.

"Except when its you, right?" my voice was spiteful.

He chucked and turned away from me.

"You're such a hypocritical asshole!" I yelled.

He turned back around, looking shocked. I was shocked myself. I'd never called him a name. He was my boss! This conversation was going down hill quickly.

"I- I'm sor—"

"Are you trying to make me jealous, Connie? Because its sure as hell working!" he yelled.

"I'm not trying to make you jealous. Not everything I do concerns you!" I yelled back.

He was really pissing me off. I had to get out of there before I said something else I'd regret.

"I have to go," I said trying to regain my composure.

"I can't do this anymore! Being around you everyday. Not being able to truly be with you. I'm going crazy," he sat down at his desk chair.

"Mike, what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know."

I didn't have to hear anymore. I left despite his objections to stay. Thankfully, he didn't follow me.

That night I had a dream about Mike. He'd fired me and I was living on the streets. I was sitting on the corner asking for spare change. I saw a car speeding towards me. Just as I was about to get hit, there was a loud ring. I woke up and looked at my phone. It was Mike. Everything in me told me not to answer the call. Well, almost everything in me.

"Hello?"

"Connie?"

My mouth was dry and I didn't know what to say except that I was sorry.

"Mike, I want to apologize for what I said. Can we just pretend it never happened?" I rubbed my eyes, flakes of mascara came off on my fingers. I glanced at a mirror. Streaks of mascara were dried on my face.

"I'm sorry to be calling so late. I realized you're right," he sighed.

"I'm right?" I said in a surprised tone.

"I'll let you get back to sleep. Bye, Connie."

"Mike, wait!" he ended the call.

I was up the rest of the night. I wanted an explanation. What did he mean I was 'right'? Did he call me just to tell me I was right? There had to be something else. Maybe I was over thinking it.

Morning came and I slowly sat up and rose from the bed. My head hurt like hell but still I ate breakfast and got ready as usual. But there was something unusual. Something didn't feel right.

When I got to the office, I saw Mike and he motioned for me to come into the office. I wasn't expecting what I heard next. At all.

"What's going on?" I asked Mike.

"It's Dawn. Connie, you'd better sit down," he looked at me with worry as i sat.

"She was hit by a car this morning. She didn't make it. Connie, I'm so sorry," he reached out to comfort me.

Dawn was my best friend from law school. We'd been roommates even after college. She was like my sister. I bolted from the room and into the restroom. I scrambled to the nearest toilet and vomited.

"Connie?"

It was Mike. I heard him walk up to my stall.

"Are you okay?" he said, his tone gentle.

I wiped my mouth and unlocked the door from where I was sitting.

"I'm so sorry," he said as he helped me up.

"This can't be happening," I said, my emotions high.

"It's going to be okay," Mike pulled away slightly and kissed my forehead.

I looked at him, my eyes teary,and buried my face in his chest. I cried harder than I ever had before.

After I cried until I had no more tears, we went back to the office. I was numb to everything around me. Jack came in and offered me some time off. I graciously took the offer and left right away.

I got home and realized I wanted someone there with me. I could only think of the one person who could comfort me. Mike.