Delirium

.twenty nine

"So Cyan."

Back under the hard florescent light of the interrogation room with Elliot still tapping away at that damn table, Mason had come back with after half and an hour to finish his questioning. There was still pain at the knowledge of his sister's death and finally knowing how she died but somewhere in his mind, he knew it already.

Elliot glanced at Mason with a bored stare. "What about him?"

"You just fucking left him. Do you not feel bad?"

Elliot rolled his eyes and tapped on the desk harder. "I don't. Cyan is a burden. I never loved him in the first place. "

"But he loved you asshole. God he's obsessed with you and you can just so easily dismiss his feelings like that? Why did you lead him on? "

"It was fun."

Mason's anger was mounting once again at the nonchalant nature, the insistent tapping only pissing him off more.

"Can you stop that!?"

"Make me."

What was he, a fucking child? Mason walked over to the table, suddenly stopping at the sight of Elliot's finger. He wasn't just tapping but every so often, he slid his finger across the table a couple times before he would tap once again in the same rhythm that he had been doing for a while.

What the hell was he doing?

"You know," Elliot started with a bored tone, staring past Mason and at the door. He shook his head. "Alexander Graham Bell once said 'morse conquered his electrical difficulties although he was only a painter, and I don't intend to give in either till all is completed.' Its words to live by when faced with challenges and maybe you need to take it to heart."

Was that supposed to be an insult? And who the fuck was Morse-

And suddenly, as if he had been slapped, Mason had stepped back at the realization. He wasn't just tapping for the hell of it.

It was morse code.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Slid.

Slid.

Slid.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Pause.

Repeat.

S.O.S.

Mason stared at Elliot in a mixture of awe and confusion before he cleared his throat.

"Yeah I got it."

And only when he said that did Elliot stop tapping and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You're not the brightest crayon in the box are you?"

"Don't be an asshole."

"It's my nature," Elliot muttered.

"Yeah well it rubbed off on Cyan so rethink your nature."

The chuckle and small smile that Elliot showed at the mentioning of Cyan's previous attitude had lessened the intimidating air around him and Mason was suddenly less angry. What a fucking liar, he did care about Cyan. He had to.

You honestly believe that your department isn't already compromised

Carter's words suddenly played in his mind, making sense of Elliot's demeanor and his actions. Obviously he wasn't going to talk in a room that was probably video recorded and bugged and Mason suddenly felt like an idiot for thinking otherwise.