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CHAPTER THIRTEEN let it be. season two, episode eight.
WITH THE APPROVAL OF THE CHIEF, CASSIE TOOK A DAY OFF TO FLY BACK TO NEW YORK FOR HER MOM'S BIRTHDAY. The previous year, she spent the entire day at her grave, along with Derek, Addison, and Mark. Even Derek's mother managed to stop by for a few hours.
They'd laid out some blankets and brought many different types of food, having a picnic in the cemetery while celebrating Bonnie's life. When she was alive, she told Cassie not to cry over her death, but to relish in the memories from when she was alive. Cassie took that to heart, as well as her three best friends. It was one of Cassie's favorite days, filled with love and appreciation.
This year, however, the day felt different; Derek had surgeries he couldn't postpone, Addison and her weren't speaking at the moment, and for some reason, Mark wasn't answering any of her calls.
Still, Cassie sat alone by the grave, eating some strawberries and flipping through an old photo book.
"I hope you saved some for me," a voice said from above her, causing her to choke harshly on the fruit.
"Jesus—" she coughed out, quickly looking behind her, before doing a double take at the person's face.
"While I am often compared to god," the man smirked, "I think Dr. Sloan will do just fine—"
"Mark!" Cassie shouted, clumsily standing up and throwing herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck. "You're here!"
He grinned over her shoulder, catching her after nearly stumbling to the ground. Glancing at the grave behind her, he whispered, "Of course I'm here."
Pulling away from the hug, Mark was finally able to take a good look at one of his best friends. She looked a lot happier than she did when she lived in New York, he realized, causing his smile to grow.
Breaking the silence, Cassie gestured to the picnic setup. "Care to join?"
"That depends," he shrugged, "Did you bring wine?"
"What do you take me for, a scoundrel?" she scoffed, clearly offended as she reached into her picnic basket. "Of course I brought wine."
Mark shook his head in amusement, making himself comfortable on the blanket beside her.
"So, how are things in Seattle?"
Cassie shrugged nonchalantly. "Busy."
"I mean—"
"Mark, I'm not talking to you about Addie or Derek."
