Things are starting to get good! also I tried to edit a bit more carefully this time, Enjoy!
Belle fell hard face down, and let out something between a scream and a sob. It wasn't only the way he had spoken to her that was crushing her soul; it was that he had been so calm talking to Booth and Jefferson, but when he found out it was her fault he had come apart. He must hate her more deeply than she had ever been hated to warrant such treatment. The worst part was, she had come to care for him so much, put him on such a high pedestal.
Not only did the whole situation hurt beyond words, but it meant she was now out of a job. Even if he didn't fire her over the incident, there was no way she could go back. And if she didn't find another job quickly she would have to leave LA. It was amazing how quickly her whole life could fall apart. One moment she and a great job, friends and colleagues who respected her, the next moment it was all gone.
Her phone lit up. She expected an influx of concerned friends asking how she was doing, but she wasn't quite ready to face them yet. Begrudgingly, she opened the message.
THAT ASSHOLE, IM GOING TO KILL HIM –Emma
Belle couldn't help but smile a little, Emma had quite a temper. She was glad that her friend was on her side.
The front door opened and shut with an audible click. Marion was home. Once again she wasn't ready to talk about the situation and hoped that Mary wouldn't enter her room to enquire why Belle was home so early. Belle realized with a sudden jolt that if she had to leave it would break her roommate's heart. She let out a weak sob and began to cry again. It was going to be a rough few days.
Her phone lit up again. Thinking it was Emma going on about avenging her again; she looked at the screen lazily. It read:
INCOMING CALL. MRS. LUCAS.
Why was she calling? Belle thought cautiously. Maybe it was to confirm that she had been fired. Belle braced herself and answered the phone "Hello". The older woman began to speak immediately "Belle, I'm so sorry about everything that happened today, but I have a favor of the upmost importance that needs to be attended to as soon as possible. Do remember the Gallery plans you sent when you first started working here?" before Belle could answer the question the woman began to speak again "I need you to go to that location and pick up some papers and deliver them here, thank you!" and with that she hung up. Belles mind reeled, so apparently she hadn't been fired, and the office must be in a state of real chaos is they were asking her to deliver papers. Even if she was going to quit, it wouldn't kill her to do this one favor. After all she HAD walked out of them.
She slowly changed her clothes, ate lunch, and headed out. She figured there was no need to rush, since she was probably going to quit anyway. As she drove she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strange about Mrs. Lucas's call, she had sounded so strange almost rehearsed…. By the time Belle found the fine art gallery it was mid-afternoon and would be getting dark soon. She headed in, hoping the front desk person would have the papers ready.
She walking into the grand gallery and admired the general scene. She loved art more than anything and her spirits were lifted a little just being among it. There was no one there to welcome her, in fact it seemed like no one was there at all. On top of that many of the lights were off, and it seemed like the place was in the midst of being closed for the day. She began to walk around, searching of a sign of life. After wondering a bit she entered the last wing of the building she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the outline of a person in a dark corner. She rushed over and was just about to greet the stranger when she realized, it was him.
Mr. Gold stepped out of the shadowy corner to face her. "Miss. French" he stated coolly. Anger flared within Belle "if this is some sort of poorly played out trick to fire me or get me to quit or" before she could go on he lifted his hand and began to speak "no no no that way not my intention, I had Miss Lucas send you here so I could have a chance to apologize without you running away". Belle was stunned, his tone was apologetic and calm, and he seemed so sincere "w-what makes you thing I would forgive you after what you said to me?" Belle said boldly. "Nothing" he replied "my only intention is for you to know it won't happen again and for you to return to work "the things I said to you are beyond forgiveness''. Again she was stunned, she wanted to still rage against him, but he seemed so broken "why" for reasons beyond her control, fat tears began to roll down her face "why would you say those things to me" she felt childish as she spoke the last words. There was a long pause before he spoke "It wasn't because of the Mills account, I could care less about that woman's wasted time, I-I just took out my frustration on you". "Why me" Belle retorted, a small fire growing in her again. "Because" he took a deep breath "I'm in love with you, and have been for some weeks now".