It took her a while. She had been afraid, fearful that she doesn’t have what it takes to pursue happiness. It wasn’t until seeing him with his new girlfriend that made her realize that she had made a mistake. He had been willing to give them a chance, but she was scared that she might end up hurting him. She had told him that she doesn’t know how to process emotions like love like he does and she can’t be the woman that he wants her to be.
She watched him interact with the woman that now held his heart and she wished that she was the one laughing with him and kissing him. It took her a year to figure out what she wanted and now that she had, it’s too late. He told her before they went to their separate corners of the planet that he has to move on, and he did in the form of a travelling journalist named Katheryn. The golden-haired woman seemed to be everything that he ever wanted: smart, beautiful and loves him as much as he loves her. Erin took a deep breath before plastering on a supportive smile for the couple while her own heart broke into tiny pieces.
A couple of days later, a case involving a murdered psychiatrist really got to her. The woman had dedicated her entire life to her work and that left little room for dating and romance. A man who had worked with the victim told her and Joseph that he had had romantic feelings for her. “I had tried to ask her out many times,” the man confessed, heaving a heavy sigh filled with regret and sadness. “She turned me down each and every time, saying that it’s not rational for two people who work together to be involved romantically.” His words seemed to hit a nerve as Erin bowed her head slightly, unnoticed by her ever so observant FBI partner.
That night, the forensic anthropologist tossed and turned in bed, unable to achieve REM sleep. Frustrated, she pulled off the blankets and left her apartment to the one place where she could calm down and think: the Smithsonian Forensics Lab. After parking her car in the structure, she began making her way to the exit when a car came from around the corner at top speed. Not having time to react, Erin stood there like a deer in headlights when a pair of strong arms pulled her out of the way to safety.
“Why didn’t you get out of the way, Erin?!” Joseph exclaimed. “You could’ve gotten run over!” The forensic anthropologist didn’t reply but instead threw herself into her partner’s arms, burying her face in his chest. The former Army Ranger wrapped his arms around her after getting over the shock of her actions. Erin then lifted her head to look at her partner and said in a watery voice, “The victim died with regrets. I don’t want that.” Joseph, being the expert people reader that he is, asked, “What are you saying, Erin?” The forensic anthropologist replied, “I got the signal, Joseph, I don’t want to have any regrets.” With that, she leaned in and kissed him the way that she wanted to ever since he returned from the Middle East with Katheryn.