No idea where this came from. It just started writing itself, really. Hmm. Anyway.

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Until Then

"He's been better lately."

She nods, agreeing with the comment but adding nothing of her own.

"Things could change though."

She nods again. Things were always changing. Their lives were a constant merry-go-round of drama, suspense, danger, anger... and happiness. She shouldn't forget the good moments, as easy as it would be sometimes to let them get buried beneath the rubble from the rest of their relationship.

"Maybe he's realised what an idiot he's been."

At this, she laughs. "I doubt it."

"It could happen."

She exhales slowly. "Some people don't change."

"It hasn't stopped you trying though, right?"

She turns to him with a frown. "I thought we agreed we weren't going to have discussions like this anymore."

"You started it."

"I did not!"

"You were thinking about him."

She rolls her eyes and sits up, reaching for her nearest item of clothing. "And you're not supposed to be reading me."

"Hey, that's the rule you made with him, not with me."

"We agreed to certain things though, when we started... this."

"This," he echoes. "And what is this, Gillian?"

She stands up, pulling on the rest of her clothes without looking at him. "That's something else we agreed." She slips her arms into her cardigan and turns to look at him at last. "That we weren't going to over-analyse this."

"I don't think it's possible to over-analyse something you haven't even remotely begun to analyse."

She runs her fingers through her hair, slipping on her shoes. "We're both getting something we want from this. And we agreed, we weren't going to make a big deal out of it. And we'd carry on until one of us decided we didn't want it anymore."

"Until Lightman realises he wants you, you mean," he says calmly, and she almost wants to smack him for the lack of aggravation in his voice, although the impulse feels completely irrational.

"Or Torres realises she wants you?" she fires back, and sees his lips thin ever so slightly. She smirks in satisfaction. Two can play at this game.

"I'll see you at work," she tells him, and then the door is closing behind her, and the sound of her disappearing down the stairs is followed by the click of the front door, and then silence.