I ease the Bullet into the emergency room parking space, "Reserved for Absaroka County Sheriff's Department," and slide the gear into park. Vic stretches out her hand and covers mine resting on the gear shift. I look over with intent but Vic doesn't let my hand go.

"Walt." She looks at me with equal intent and speaks slowly, "Let's just sit her for a sec."

I move my hand to no avail.

"Let's ….just sit ….here for…..a second." She doesn't move her eyes or her hand. "I know you are upset. I can only imagine what you feel, Walt, but I can't let you do something you will regret. I care too much about you."

I can feel the rage pouring out of my body. Vic doesn't belong here with me. Not now. Not with this.

"I want you to go."

"Walt?"

I feel my face shift, "Vic, I want you to go …ah…." I see my hand searching for words my brain cannot find, "I don't know what I am supposed to say to you because I am …ah…twisted inside. I can't have you here…um..because…." My faces contorts and my forehead scrunches down, "I'm confused about a lot of stuff right now."

"What, Walt…I…"

I cut her off.

"Vic" my eyebrows raise, my arm stretched out on the steering wheel, my lips part in a constricted serious smile, "Leave." I can see the hurt on her face as she holds her head down and shoves both her hands into her jacket pockets. The composure she holds is so Vic.

"Ok Walt." Vic grabs the door handle and is just about out of the door when I lean over and grab her elbow stopping her.

"Hey, I'm not dismissing you, ok. I…ah…well…there's so much I think I need to say but I'm …this…isn't..the…" At this moment, I am praying my eyes are the absolute window to my soul.

"It's ok. Really." Vic eases out of my grasp and walks over to my side. "I'll drive the Bullet back and ask Ferg to come pick you up."

How do I tell her that I need time? My feet hit the pavement and I step aside as Vic steps into the Bullet. My hand goes up to take her arm and she pulls it way.

"You don't need to help me, Walt."

"I was just…"

"Just what? Just trying to figure if I'm your deputy or someone you want to fuck? Since when do you help me into the car, sped to a crime scene like you did on the bridge because you thought I might get hurt, or have Ferg do the job you would have me do because you are worried about me? Since when did I shift from being your deputy to some chick that needed protection? In case you haven't noticed my name plate says Moretti not Ambrose. Fuck you, Walt."

"Vic, that's not…"

"What the fuck is it then?" Her eyes are lit with fire burning through me.

I stand there, silent, I can feel my jaws clench as the hands on my hips becoming determined not to move.

The silence speaks for me, "Just what I thought."

Vic drops it in reverse and she's gone. I watch as she makes her way out of the parking lot and down the road leading back toward the station. I stand in the parking lot, hang my head down, and begin to walk toward the emergency entrance. I pushed Lizzie away in this same hospital and it was the right thing to do. I didn't have room for her in my heart because what little room was there is occupied by Vic. I need and want to stay loyal to Vic and Martha it is a strange dichotomy but neither woman should see what I am about to do.

The automatic sliding doors open and as I enter I know I have made my decision. There's no turning back.