The words you always repeated were "I never cry". Was it true? Yes... and no. Although, the last time you remember you crying, was a long time ago. You just were sure you couldn't physically cry anymore after these years of blocking your tears. Connor and Hank never saw you cry. As you three were always working together on a missions, whatever would happen, no matter how heartbreaking it was, no tears were running down your cheeks.

But one day, you could tell that it must be some mistake. Because instead of going to work, you were sitting in your room, and... crying. You tried to find some other explanation of it, but nothing came to your mind. After those years, you cried. For almost ten minutes. What was the reason? You were holding a photo of your old friend and your mother. Both passed away. Long or not ago. And you just started bringing the memories in your head, against your will. Your mind was doing it on purpose.

Connor and Hank were worried for you, because it was so unusual you weren't showing up on the department. Since Connor and Hank were going on a mission, they couldn't go there without you. You were a big part of this small team and they needed you. Hank drove his car to your house and Connor got out. Hank stayed because he wasn't the best at comforting anyway.

Connor made his way to your room. He searched whole house, so the only place where you could be was your room. He didn't even knocked. He just saw you, sitting on the bed, crying and holding the photo. His led diode flashed yellow.

"Detective? Are you okay?"

He asked, standing in the doorway and watching you with.... concern? He wanted to walk up to you, but he also respected your boundaries.

"Are you... crying?"