A/N: This is very old, found somewhere in the depths of my hard drive. Enjoy!
Days pass me by; unrelenting, just as if someone had pushed the fast forward button on my life, and yet I am still standing in the same place.
There has been many a day, when I could have sworn that I walked along unnoticed, just another face among the chattering swarm, but none chattered with me. These days I might as well of been faceless.
On other occasions I cannot break away from such meaningless chatterings. Words should only be spoken if they have a purpose besides spreading hot air.
Gossip is a thing I both love and loath. A love, hate relationship. I love to gossip, know things about others but I hate to be gossiped about. I hate walking into a room and all goes silent. It happens a lot, and it makes me loath both the thing itself and the people.
They all talk about untrue things. Such as that I am still in love with Grissom. That and he and I had intimate relations before I came here. That I was a student, and he the teacher that seduced me. As if he could seduce anything at all, let alone a woman. And then again they also talk about true things such as I am now over him. That I have a new lover, one that loves me.
They also talk about my past and what they believe to have happened to me. some stories are even quite close; others far from it. They talk about my past relationships, mainly Hank, since that was such a huge thing, as well as others of course.
I like to call it all: The Grapevine. Each story, each theory, each myth, each truth, is spread person to person. This Grapevine keeps many "grapes" awake during work. For some it is what they live for.
Now is the part where I get to tell you my favorite story on the Grapevine:
It was an early morning when Sara arrived at the front of Nicks' house. She had felt as if something was wrong; she had that feeling she had once in a while when something was terribly wrong. She had felt it the night he was abducted.
Knocking softly on the door at first and receiving no answer, she knocked a little loader until she heard the lock click and the door swing open to reveal a disheveled Nick.
"I knew you would come." He said in a childlike whisper; full of need.
"I had a feeling you needed someone." She whispered softly.
Ushering her gently inside; "That I do, I need you."
From that morning on they started spending more and more time together. Sleeping together to banish away each others nightmares. Eating together, alone, even during work, because it was more comfortable that way. Then they moved in together, just because it was the next step and it was what they needed.
Then came the momentous night when Nick set up a romantic evening with rose petals strewn across the house, the table set with silverware and candle sticks, the bed dressed readily in silk. The night he got down on one knee and she said yes.
Shadows are always brought around undone, some are ventured, and some are left closed and darkened with age. If I had never have arrived in Nevada, on the Las Vegas Crime Unit, on Nicks doorstep that night, then all of this would have remained a shadow.
A/N: As I said before this is ancient. Posting it because I have not posted anything in ages. I did not review this at all so any mistakes or aged parts of the story please ignore. I hope you enjoyed it.
As well as my other stories, I'm trying to work on them, so keep a look out.
Keeping the faith!