Lost In Stormy Visions
Chapter 17

Monica winded her way through the gleaming white headstones toward her car. Her heart was the heaviest it had ever been.

At last she finally had found her way back to her car. She saw a man in a suit leaning against it. She raised her hand over her eyes shielding them from the harsh glaring sun and saw who it was-Brad. Inwardly she sighed and then just as quickly rebuked herself. It was nice that he was here but she had been hoping for some more time alone to sort out her thoughts and feelings.

Monica walked up to Brad and attempted a smile despite her grief.

"Hey," Brad said soothingly as he enveloped her in a hug. "I'm..uh...sorry I'm late. I had a meeting that couldn't be avoided. Cay told me you'd be here. He said that you told him you just wanted to do this alone. But I didn't want you to be alone."

A few tears escaped Monica's eyes as she wrapped her arms around Brad's waist. Cay was right that Brad was not a perfect person but then nobody was, not even herself. He was a good guy in spite of everything. Monica was lucky to have found him. Which is why she felt guilty that her heart during this case had moved in another direction, a direction that was impossible to follow, even if her feelings had been reciprocated. John was a married man who loved his wife, who had just gone through a horrible tragedy that no parent should have to bear. He now had a life to reassemble and she had a life to get back to.

Monica felt Brad kiss the top of her head and then she slowly, painfully extricated herself from his arms. She smiled at him, her tears still shining in her eyes. "Thanks, Brad." She was indeed grateful after all that he had stopped by.

Brad returned her smile. "You want me to drive you somewhere? We can always come back and get your car."

Monica shook her head. "No thanks. I have to go meet Cay. We've got another assignment."

Brad nodded. "Okay then. So I'll see you later?"

"Yeah."

With that they parted. Monica watched Brad walk away toward his own car until she could no longer see him. She opened her car door, but before she got in she took one last look at the little white coffin in the distance. She wondered if she would ever see John Doggett again. She had seen that vision, they had both seen it, despite John's insistence that they hadn't, or if they had it didn't mean anything. But Monica knew it meant something, something important. It could be the key that would lead them to Luke's killer. Luke's death, this vision, had bound the two of their fates somehow. And that's when Monica knew in her heart that this was not over. She would see John Doggett again. She didn't know how or when, but their paths would cross.

Monica got into her car, feeling strangely calmed by her thoughts. Perhaps there is hope after all, she thought as she drove out of the cemetery on to meet Cay for their next assignment.

The End

"Greif fills the room up of my absent child,/Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,/Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,/Remember me of all his gracious parts,/Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;/Then I have reason to be fond of grief."-William Shakespeare-"King John"

"Peace, peace! He is not dead, he doth not sleep-/He hath awakened from the dream of life-/`Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep/With phantoms an unprofitable strife."-Percy Bysshe Shelley-"Adonais"

REYES: And then there was the vision.
DOGGETT: No, there's no connection. I don't care what you saw, you leave it alone ...
"Empedocles"