In a dimly lit office of a world-renowned forensics lab, a woman with shoulder-length Auburn hair sat at her desk, unable to concentrate on the blank document staring back at her on her computer. She had accepted a marriage proposal from Detective Clint three years after they had gotten back together. Everyone was shocked when they heard the news for they all thought that the forensic anthropologist would be marrying Joseph instead of the Metropolitan Police detective.
Speaking of the FBI agent, Erin sent him an email telling him of her upcoming nuptials. She also inquired if it’s possible to allow her father to be temporarily released from prison on the day of the wedding so he can walk her down the aisle. The forensic anthropologist then closed her email saying that she will always treasure their deep friendship and partnership. She also attached an electronic invitation to the ceremony even though deep down, she knows that her partner would not attend. Clicking the “Send” button, Erin sent her virtual message, letting out a heavy sigh as the correspondence made its way to her partner.
“Why can’t I be with the one I love?” She whispered sadly. “Why do I have to listen to my brain instead of my heart?” A lone tear escaped from the corner of her eye, cascading down her right cheek and plopping down onto a piece of paper on the same side on the wooden desk. Suddenly, the door to her office burst open and an emotionally distraught FBI agent came storming through it.
“How could you do this, Erin? Tell me in an email that you’re getting married to someone else. That you’ll always treasure our friendship and partnership. Do my feelings not matter to you at all?!” Joseph hissed, his chocolate brown eyes glazed over with tears. At this, the forensic anthropologist cast her eyes away from her partner. “I’m going to be married in a couple of days,” she said. “Edward and I will become husband and wife. There’s nothing you can do about it.” She then turned her head to look up at him. “If you don’t want to attend my wedding, that’s perfectly fine, but I will not call it off because of your romantic feelings toward me.”
When the last words fell from her lips, Special Agent Joseph Borianez steeled his resolve. “Guess I was wrong in thinking that you might feel the same way after all the years that we have been partners and everything that we’ve been through. Congratulations, Dr. Brenan. I hope you and Detective Clint have a happy life together.” The FBI agent then spun on his heel and briskly walked out of the forensic anthropologist’s office. Erin watched him leave, her heart screaming at her to go after him, tell him that he’s the one she would ever love with every fibre of her being. Yet fate decided to be cruel and crushed her one chance at happiness. Michaela once told her that she and Joseph were meant to be together, but now, they will never be.