"Lee?"

"Lee."

"Hmm?"

"Lee!"

"What Amanda?" Lee looked up at her.

"I'm going to have to leave in a little bit."

"Okay."

Amanda waited. Then she loudly started stacking the files she had been working on.

Lee looked up, "Is there something wrong?"

She opened her mouth but could not find any words, so she closed it again.

Lee glanced back down, involved in the report he was writing.

Amanda took a very deep breath and let it out before she trusted herself to speak. "Lee."

The break in her voice startled Lee. He put down his pen and looked at her with his eyebrows raised.

"I really don't think I'm asking too much here, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean sometimes-" Her voice rose and she stopped abruptly, at a loss. She started more quietly, saying, "Look, Lee, sometimes you make me feel… like a piece of furniture. And I can understand that from some of the other agents, but Lee, you're supposed to-"

Lee sat stiff and immobile, glued to his chair.

"You're supposed to be my friend, Lee. And sometimes you don't act like it. Sometimes it feels like things are no different from when we first met. And then sometimes it's the opposite! Like you really-" She broke off abruptly as she heard the door to the office open.

Francine walked into the office, Amanda stood very still, trying to blink away the tears that had welled up in her eyes. Lee quickly looked down at his report as Amanda grabbed her purse and hurried out of the room. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to stop Amanda's words from replaying in his mind.

Ignoring the startled Francine, he snatched his jacket from the back of his chair and strode out the door.

Francine stood in the middle of the room, looking from Lee's desk to where Amanda had been standing. Shrugging, she left the room.