Author's Note: I'm probably going to get murdered for writing this... So apparently I'm in an angsty mood for writing or something. I do apologize for the sad stuff, but I promise you it will have a happy ending! Please don't kill me! Oh yeah, and review are nice...they make the happiness come more quickly. :-)

Disclaimer: Not mine…so not mine. Sad day.

One and Done

He honestly didn't know when things had changed. One minute, they were happily married and in love, and the next they were fighting all the time. As if that wasn't bad enough, she'd then accused him of cheating—the one thing he promised himself he would never do again. He'd already experienced the fallout from that more than once, and he never wanted to hurt someone like that again, especially not Katherine Beckett. He was supposed to be her one and done. So, to have her lose enough trust in him to believe that he would leave her bed for someone else's had stung more than he cared to admit. More aptly, it had made him angry.

Dozens of arguments and two broken hearts later, here they were, seated across from each other in a cold and Spartan meeting room with two divorce attorneys who were practically at each other's throats. He hated this. He hated that they had to sit here fighting over assets because she didn't trust him—because she chose not to believe him.

He knew it wasn't about the money. She didn't care about the money. Kate had chosen to do this for one reason, and he'd known it from the first moment he'd gotten that call from his lawyer. She wanted him to feel how she felt: betrayed, used, and heart-broken. What she didn't seem to realize is he'd already felt that way from the moment she'd chosen to believe the accusations of a stranger.

He felt her eyes on him and looked up, unintentionally catching her eyes. He felt the love he'd always had for her well up to the surface first, only to be quickly drowned by a pang of regret and pain. Her gaze was unyieldingly harsh, as if he were one of her suspects in an interrogation room. That mask showed nothing, and there was no cracking it. The only fact he could be sure of from that gaze was that she no longer loved him.

He could say all of this was her fault, but he knew it wasn't. He admitted that he was just as guilty as she was. They had both been distant and chose to pick fights over stupid shit because of everything that didn't go right. He'd said that much out loud to her, hoping it would fix things, but it didn't. And now…now, he was just tired of fighting.

So when her lawyer wouldn't back down, he made the decision to stop contesting her claims. It would only lead to even more bad blood between them. With a touch to get his attorney's attention and a nod, he set into motion the final offer he was willing to make his soon-to-be ex-wife, hoping she would realize she'd won. If she didn't love him anymore, at least he could give her those things she still did.

Following his lawyer, he spared her one last glance, but she wasn't looking at him. He guessed it was only fair. They'd stopped truly sharing gazes a long time ago.