Broken pieces of metal lay scattered across the dust covered floor, the barest hints of footprints leaving a trail to follow for those who looked. Glass shone from the floor, the broken pieces making it glow in the light that flooded the damaged room and corridor.
It smelt of salty water, remnants of a time when water had stormed into the city, damaging everything in it's path. It was refreshing, and John couldn't help but breathe in the air, even as his footsteps caused crushing and crackling sounds.
Finally rounding the corner, John glanced at the jagged edges of what used to be a four-walled room and the ocean that spread out from the edge of the floor. It wasn't the room that held his attention though.
John shoved his hands in his pockets. "Hey you," he said simply, rocking on his feet. The figure at the edge startled and swung around, her arms automatically dropping to her side as her curly brown hair followed her movement and fell in her face.
With a sigh she pushed it behind her ears, looking to the floor. "Hey," she replied softly, finally settling on crossing her arms. "How did you find me?"
"I have you tagged," he told her seriously, using all his strength to hide the smirk trying to escape. When she narrowed her eyes at him, he couldn't help but let it loose. "Ok, ok…I followed your trail," he laughed.
Elizabeth shook her head, and couldn't help but smile before she turned to face the horizon once more.
"Great view," John stated as he joined her at the edge, standing to her left.
John continued, "You know, it's practically the same from the balcony."
"I know," she told him, glancing at him from the corner of her eye, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm guessing you tried there first."
"Damn right," John intoned with a nod. "You had me worried. When Chuck told me you went for a long break I thought you were possessed or something…Chuck did too, which is why he called me."
Elizabeth gasped and slapped his arm, mock glaring at him. "I am not that bad!" She exclaimed, narrowing her eyes again when he just chuckled. She went to tap him again, but he held his hands in a position of surrender.
"Whatever you say," he joked, making a grab for her hand when she went to hit him again. "Hey! Enough with the abuse already."
"Alright, fine," Elizabeth promised, easing her hand out of his grasp.
"Seriously, is that how you treat people who come to keep you company?"
"What report are you trying to avoid?" Elizabeth asked.
"Hey…" Elizabeth's raised eyebrow forced him into submission. "McKay's," he admitted.
Elizabeth laughed, "Me too." John chuckled before sobering.
"You ok? It's not like you to just take breaks." He pulled a face at the thought of Elizabeth actually leaving work willingly. It was ridiculously adorable.
"Contrary to popular opinion, I do take breaks every now and again. I usually don't have people following me though," she said with a smile, meeting his gaze with her own.
John shrugged." Yeah well, I was on a break and went for a walk…the balcony wasn't the same without you," he stated simply, a small smile accompanying his words.
Elizabeth smiled back, unconsciously taking a step closer to him. Her hand gently squeezed his.
"Why do you think I came down here?" She stated simply, turning back to face out to sea. John grinned and mirrored her movements. His eyes focussing on a distant wave. He nervously let out a breath before he entwined his fingers with hers.