Annalise's pov
I picked up my phone and called the first person that came to my mind. I don't know why it was him. I always act like I don't like him, and I don't want to be around him, but it's not true. There's something about Rosie that just makes you want to be friends with him. But to be honest, I'm scared. I'm scared of opening myself up to people and making friends. They all end up leaving or dying eventually, and I end up hurt, once again. And I don't know how much more of that I can take.
But I called him anyway.
He didn't pick up. Of course, why would he? He's nice to everyone, he doesn't really want to be friends, or even partners, with me. For some reason though, I found myself leaving a message.
"Hey Rosie. I don't know why I'm calling you, but here I go. I can't sleep. I mean, this isn't anything new, but laying here awake, I realised, I have nobody in the world to call to tell them that. So I'm calling you, how crazy is that? I'm surrounded by noise. At work, on the streets, from the other rooms in this motel. The noise, it just never stops. And yet, I feel... I just feel so alone. I know I haven't exactly been the nicest to you these past few days, but maybe I can start thinking of you as a friend? I could really use one of those right now."
At the end, my voice started to crack as I was trying not to cry. I hung up, and let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding in.
Rosie's pov
When Cat left for work, I finally checked my phone and saw that I had a voicemail. From Villa. Not gonna lie, I was kind of confused. Every since we started working together, she'd shut me out, not wanting to be friends or partners. But I wasn't going to give up, because I really wanted to get to know her.
I listened to the voicemail, and then put my phone down on the counter. I felt really bad now that I hadn't seen Villa ringing last night.
Even though I would probably see her soon anyway, I decided to text her.
R: Hey, I got your voicemail, sorry I didn't pick up last night. As your new friend, if you ever want to talk about anything, I'm here. I'll probably see you later, but if not, how about we go and get that pie you mentioned when you get off work?
V: Thank you Rosie. And yeah, pie sounds good.
I smiled at her response, which came through only a couple of seconds after I'd messaged her.
I got dressed, and decided to go to the precinct even though I hadn't been called in on any cases.
When I walked in, Villa was sat at her desk, so I went and sat in the chair next to it, propping my feet up on the desk.
"You know, a desk is supposed to be for working at, not for using as a footrest," Villa commented, raising one eyebrow slightly.
"Oh, really? I had no idea," I replied sarcastically. After a few seconds, I spoke again. "How are you?" I asked, in a softer tone than before.
Villa's pen froze above the form she was filling out, and I saw her taking a shaky breath.
"I'm good," she said quietly.
"Are you sure?" I asked, and she sighed, before pushing her chair back and standing up.
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me along behind her, leading me to an empty conference room and closing the door behind us. The blinds were drawn, so nobody could see us.
I looked at Villa, waiting for her to say something, but she didn't. Instead, she started to cry, a few tears falling down her cheeks.
Silently, I took a step closer, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer. We stood there in the conference room, Villa crying onto my chest, me stroking her hair gently, for about half an hour, and then we just walked out again like nothing had happened.
