CSI fanfic
Title: Molds and connections
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Characters: Archie, Greg/Hodges (previous Greg/Archie)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS, Bruckheimer and other people who don't include me. I just enjoy playing with their fictional characters for no-profit. Thank you, have a nice day.
When did it get so hard?
I've got stitches but no scar
Something's missing but I don't know what
.
.
.
The bed is empty even though I'm still here. When I look hard enough I can see the mold you left upon the sheets, the mold you left against me; I can still feel the mold you left inside me but that's all it is, a shell of what used to be. You were a part of me, until you left. You didn't even say a word, one day you were there and next I saw you creating something new with him. You may have thought you were being discreet but I know you and you are anything but discreet.
I didn't say anything though I wanted to. There were words that crossed my mind every time I watched you walk into his lab, your brown eyes teasing his in ways they used to tease mine. I never watched long before I was refocussing on my work, my computer, monitors or soundboard. I was conscientious as always while you continued to flirt for all to see. The only one who took the time out to see me was him and rather then you it was him who broke the silence between us.
"He should have told you."
I feigned ignorance but I knew he could see through me; he could see through anyone at twenty paces even though he stood only five metres away in my doorway. "Told me what?" I asked once I pressed in the command to separate the ambient noise from the speaker on the audio I was dissecting.
"Far be it that I should be the mediator between you two but you're both being immature - and I figure I owe you this much," he replied. He didn't bother being polite or curious about what I was doing, getting straight to the point. "He said he was feeling disconnected, not so much from you but from many things."
"And you were the connection he was looking for?" I asked sharply.
He shrugged, the geesture careful but not hesitant. "If I am and it's helping him I'm not going to be the one to sever it."
And so it was that even though it hurt, and a hole the shape of you was a gaping wound inside me, I accepted it. You had found a new connection, perhaps a mold to call your own. Now I just need to make one of my own.
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Characters: Archie, Greg/Hodges (previous Greg/Archie)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS, Bruckheimer and other people who don't include me. I just enjoy playing with their fictional characters for no-profit. Thank you, have a nice day.
When did it get so hard?
I've got stitches but no scar
Something's missing but I don't know what
.
.
.
The bed is empty even though I'm still here. When I look hard enough I can see the mold you left upon the sheets, the mold you left against me; I can still feel the mold you left inside me but that's all it is, a shell of what used to be. You were a part of me, until you left. You didn't even say a word, one day you were there and next I saw you creating something new with him. You may have thought you were being discreet but I know you and you are anything but discreet.
I didn't say anything though I wanted to. There were words that crossed my mind every time I watched you walk into his lab, your brown eyes teasing his in ways they used to tease mine. I never watched long before I was refocussing on my work, my computer, monitors or soundboard. I was conscientious as always while you continued to flirt for all to see. The only one who took the time out to see me was him and rather then you it was him who broke the silence between us.
"He should have told you."
I feigned ignorance but I knew he could see through me; he could see through anyone at twenty paces even though he stood only five metres away in my doorway. "Told me what?" I asked once I pressed in the command to separate the ambient noise from the speaker on the audio I was dissecting.
"Far be it that I should be the mediator between you two but you're both being immature - and I figure I owe you this much," he replied. He didn't bother being polite or curious about what I was doing, getting straight to the point. "He said he was feeling disconnected, not so much from you but from many things."
"And you were the connection he was looking for?" I asked sharply.
He shrugged, the geesture careful but not hesitant. "If I am and it's helping him I'm not going to be the one to sever it."
And so it was that even though it hurt, and a hole the shape of you was a gaping wound inside me, I accepted it. You had found a new connection, perhaps a mold to call your own. Now I just need to make one of my own.