Author: IceGrrl34
Title: Sacrifice
E-mail: icygrrl34@hotmail.com
Author's Notes: Took a lot longer to write then I thought. See what happens after you have to write a research paper for an insane English teachers class, lol.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. But I don't want Kronish to own them. Can I give them back to the first two season's people?
Feedback: Feedback please! Good, bad, ripping my story apart into bits and pieces, all very welcome!
Summary: John comes to a realization but learns that some things just require a sacrifice.
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Samantha Waters leaned over her desk and scribbled on the paper, trying to finish up her notes on the case that they just finished in St. Louis. She tapped her pen on the paper a few times, trying to get her thoughts to hurry along, and hummed along to a melody that had been flowing through her head. She felt the seat next to her move as someone sat down, and she looked over at the person who joined her.
"Hey John," she said, giving him a smile.
John, even though he had seen that smile many times, had to take a quick breath before being able to respond.
"Still working on your notes? Why do them on this plane, when there is fun times to be had by all?" he said sarcastically.
"Sure, George is sleeping, Bailey is on the phone with whoever, and Grace is already back in Atlanta."
John scooted a little closer and gave her a little wink.
"John, go back to your seat," she said laughing while giving him a little push.
"Oh sure, I see how it is," he said as he got up and turned to the back of the plane. "No one loves me…"
As he walked back to his seat, his kept thinking back to the picture she made while she laughed. She really was quite beautiful when she laughed.
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John entered his apartment and set down his bags before heading over to pour himself a drink. He eased himself onto his couch and leaned back his head with a long sigh. Things were complicated in his life, and even more complicated inside his head. Only recently had he come to the conclusion that he was in love with Sam. Not just love, which they all felt to her in varying degrees, but an all-out kind of love that was giving his head some trouble. In most cases, he probably would have told her already, he wasn't a shy or insecure guy. The fact that she was being stalked by a serial killer who had taken the life of her husband and later another man she was in love with complicated matters.
He took a long drink and turned on the television hoping to take his mind off this. But even as he flipped through the channels, his mind kept wandering back to the blonde woman who he worked with…
"Oh Sam, if you only knew…"
Title: Sacrifice
E-mail: icygrrl34@hotmail.com
Author's Notes: Took a lot longer to write then I thought. See what happens after you have to write a research paper for an insane English teachers class, lol.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. But I don't want Kronish to own them. Can I give them back to the first two season's people?
Feedback: Feedback please! Good, bad, ripping my story apart into bits and pieces, all very welcome!
Summary: John comes to a realization but learns that some things just require a sacrifice.
____________________________
Samantha Waters leaned over her desk and scribbled on the paper, trying to finish up her notes on the case that they just finished in St. Louis. She tapped her pen on the paper a few times, trying to get her thoughts to hurry along, and hummed along to a melody that had been flowing through her head. She felt the seat next to her move as someone sat down, and she looked over at the person who joined her.
"Hey John," she said, giving him a smile.
John, even though he had seen that smile many times, had to take a quick breath before being able to respond.
"Still working on your notes? Why do them on this plane, when there is fun times to be had by all?" he said sarcastically.
"Sure, George is sleeping, Bailey is on the phone with whoever, and Grace is already back in Atlanta."
John scooted a little closer and gave her a little wink.
"John, go back to your seat," she said laughing while giving him a little push.
"Oh sure, I see how it is," he said as he got up and turned to the back of the plane. "No one loves me…"
As he walked back to his seat, his kept thinking back to the picture she made while she laughed. She really was quite beautiful when she laughed.
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John entered his apartment and set down his bags before heading over to pour himself a drink. He eased himself onto his couch and leaned back his head with a long sigh. Things were complicated in his life, and even more complicated inside his head. Only recently had he come to the conclusion that he was in love with Sam. Not just love, which they all felt to her in varying degrees, but an all-out kind of love that was giving his head some trouble. In most cases, he probably would have told her already, he wasn't a shy or insecure guy. The fact that she was being stalked by a serial killer who had taken the life of her husband and later another man she was in love with complicated matters.
He took a long drink and turned on the television hoping to take his mind off this. But even as he flipped through the channels, his mind kept wandering back to the blonde woman who he worked with…
"Oh Sam, if you only knew…"
