Waiting For Jake

Empty

Amy's POV

I was sat at my desk, completely minding my own business, thankful I was away from Teddy and his talking about pilsners. God! He is so boring!

I briefly looked up from my desk and saw the empty one in front of me. All the files still stacked in the same way, yet to be collected by other members of the Precinct, his computer still in the same awkward positioning, a wretched smell coming from one of his drawers. Everything about his desk was exactly the same, the only difference, it was empty. It has been for four months. And it will for the foreseeable future.

Every day I've been at work since he left has been the same. Empty, Empty, and Empty.

God! I miss him so much.

I just wish it could have been someone else. If anything happens to Jake, I will never be able to forgive myself for not telling him that I feel the same way when he said that to me four months ago.

I'd go the rest of my life, knowing that I made a horrible mistake.

If I wasn't with Teddy, I would have taken him there and then, before begging him not to go. But I couldn't, because I was with Teddy, and still am because I can't mask up the damn strength to talk to him.

I need the strength. Asking anyone for it would propose a problem. Nobody knows about my feelings for Jake, and I don't intend for anyone to find out. I just guess I need to do it without the strength.

Teddy's a great guy, and he deserves the truth.

I look back over at Jake's desk, and my heart drops a little. I grab a spare piece of paper from one of my desk drawers and I begin writing. Writing a speech to Teddy...