I think you're gonna hate me for this end.

PART THIRTEEN: Missing.

"Can I take you car, Detective?" said Gracie as she put her coat on.

"You can if you stop calling me Detective!" said Vartann without taking his eyes away from the basketball game.

"Can I take your car, Lou?" said Gracie feeling weird about calling him by his first name and not his police title.

"Yes, you might!" replied Vartann with a small smile on his lips as he took his eyes away of the TV for awhile.

Just when Grace was about to leave the house, her mom was arriving.

"Where are you going?" asked Catherine intrigued.

"For a walk. Don't worry I'll be home for dinner." said Grace before kissing her mother on the cheek. She was about to leave when she suddenly turned around.

"And you two behave!" she said with a wink.

"Where is she going?" asked Catherine after Grace left Lou's apartment.

"You heard her. For a walk." he replied without taking his eyes away from the television.

"Lou..." said Catherine as she sat down next to him.

"I honestly don't know. She asked if she could take my car and then left. But Cath... she needs some time alone. She has been through a lot in the last couple of days. And to make it worse she's either spending time with one of us! She just needs some time to think." this time he took his eyes away from the tv and stared right into her blue eyes

"You're right." she said as she leaned into the couch and closed her eyes. His eyes locked on her did more than just comfort. "Don't you have to go to work?"

"I took a couple days off." to take care of my girls he thought. He looked into her eyes and how much she had missed those blue eyes. For a moment he forgot all the hurt after she left. All he could remember was the glimpse in her eyes every time she would find his eyes while they were working on a case. All he could remember was how good it felt to get lost into those blue eyes. But those blue eyes were no longer for him to get lost in. He wondered if there was someone else getting lost into the same blue eyes.

"Do you wanna eat something?" she got no answer "Lou, do you wanna eat something? Are you okay, Lou?" her voice suddenly brought him back to the real world.

"Yeah, why?" he tried to seem focus. He tried.

"I asked if you wanted to eat something..." her voice showed concerned.

"Weren't we going to wait for Grace?"

"Who knows when she's coming back! Besides I'm starving!" she said as she got up from the couch. As he didn't move from his seat she tried to take him out of the couch by pulling him by his hand. But he was stronger than she was. And before she realized what was happening she had already fall on top of him. His arm was around her waist and her hands were on his chest.

"I'm sorry..." she said blushing. But in reality, she wasn't sorry at all. She had missed him. She had missed how good he felt. She had missed the warmth of his embrace, the feeling of his heart beat. She had missed the sensation of his muscles beneath her skin. But most of all she had missed his eyes. And the way they used to shine every time she'd caught him taking a glance at her. She missed his smile. His soft smile that he hardly ever showed at work. But the moment it was just the two of them, alone, it was back on his face. She wondered if someone else was receiving the same smile too. But she had no business in asking. She had been the one who had left after all.

Lou brushed off a mesh of hair that had fallen on her face. He missed the feeling of her skin on his. He missed the softness of her skin against his own. He could swear that for a moment she leant into his touch. He could swear that she too missed the feeling of their skins against each other. His eyes found her lips. Suddenly, he wanted to know how they felt. Did they felt the same? Have they tasted the feeling of another man's lips? Had there been another one desiring her kiss?

"Do you have anything?" her voice again broke his chain of thought. "Or do you want take out?" He didn't reply. He simple smiled before getting up and dragging her to the kitchen.

He had managed to find what was left of a steak, a couple of eggs and some lettuce. "Let's see what we can make out of this", said Lou as he put on his apron.

Catherine was scrambling the eggs with what was left of the steak when suddenly she felt his touch on her skin. She stopped what she was doing and as an instinct she leaned into his touch. His touch, she wondered if someone else had felt his touch. She wondered if someone else had leaned into touch. She looked up to find him staring at her. His blue grey eyes were capturing everything about her. "You had something on your cheek." But he didn't move. He kept his hand on her face and his eyes locked up on hers. She turned around to face him. She wanted to say something but words wouldn't come out. He stroke her face with his thumb as he leaned his forehead against hers forgetting for a moment their past. And all the pain that she had cause him. He caressed her lips with his fingers before leaning into them. He wanted to kiss her. He needed the feeling of her lips against his. But the last time he had pushed her into something she slipped through his fingers and he wasn't about to do the same mistake again. She closed her eyes at the feeling of his lips brushing against hers. She had missed it. She had missed his lips on her. She had missed the love he showed just through the way he kissed her. She blamed herself for letting him slip through her fingers. She leaned into his embrace, into his lips, desperately wanting his kiss.

The sound of key unlocking the front door could be clearly heard around the entire house.