on_thecouch Voltaire Quote
[There are some that only employ words for the purpose of disguising their thoughts. - Voltaire]
She grips the folder so tightly the knuckles are white, standing out obscenely against the other delicate bones in her hands. Stress is written in the lines of her face, standing out boldly in her jaw, pronounced in tendons of her neck. It runs a tight wire through her body as she paces outside the lab. Inside Adam is working on a DNA test. He’s running her blood through the paces but it will be hours before he has answers. She’ll take hours over months even if they do seem to stretch out infinitely at the moment. She’s intent on Adam’s work, even from this distance and the sound of Mac’s voice makes her start like a greyhound at a starting pistol.
“Stella?”
She turns, smile plastered to her face and it’s a lie. “Mac, I’m sorry I was…” she holds up the folder in her hand and tilts her head toward. “Considering the case and I guess I didn’t hear you walk up.”
They are words to cover up the fact that she is nervous. That test will determine how she lives the rest of her life and she can’t help but be consumed by it.
Mac puts his hand on her shoulder and gives her that half smile of his that says he understands. It is only when paired with the kind look he gives her that one realizes he does understand. Lying to Mac is futile and Stella doesn’t even have a poker face to back it up.
“I could use your input on this case I’m working on. I want to go back to the crime scene and I’d like you to come with me. I can’t help but feel I’m missing something.”
And that is Mac’s lie. The words he uses to cover up his thoughts. Stella knows he doesn’t miss anything. Ever. And that is precisely why he’s getting her out of the lab, out of the office and into the field.
She grips the folder so tightly the knuckles are white, standing out obscenely against the other delicate bones in her hands. Stress is written in the lines of her face, standing out boldly in her jaw, pronounced in tendons of her neck. It runs a tight wire through her body as she paces outside the lab. Inside Adam is working on a DNA test. He’s running her blood through the paces but it will be hours before he has answers. She’ll take hours over months even if they do seem to stretch out infinitely at the moment. She’s intent on Adam’s work, even from this distance and the sound of Mac’s voice makes her start like a greyhound at a starting pistol.
“Stella?”
She turns, smile plastered to her face and it’s a lie. “Mac, I’m sorry I was…” she holds up the folder in her hand and tilts her head toward. “Considering the case and I guess I didn’t hear you walk up.”
They are words to cover up the fact that she is nervous. That test will determine how she lives the rest of her life and she can’t help but be consumed by it.
Mac puts his hand on her shoulder and gives her that half smile of his that says he understands. It is only when paired with the kind look he gives her that one realizes he does understand. Lying to Mac is futile and Stella doesn’t even have a poker face to back it up.
“I could use your input on this case I’m working on. I want to go back to the crime scene and I’d like you to come with me. I can’t help but feel I’m missing something.”
And that is Mac’s lie. The words he uses to cover up his thoughts. Stella knows he doesn’t miss anything. Ever. And that is precisely why he’s getting her out of the lab, out of the office and into the field.