Test of logic - If I owed CSI and all of the stuff that is interlinked - would I really be writing fan fiction? Hell No!
So this has been floating round my hard drive for a while.
What I never understood and I don't think I ever will is how one person can be so oblivious to so many people worshipping the ground of which they walk. I see it in every step she takes and move she makes the way someone is watching her every motion with lust and desire. This I found hard to deal with, especially when the people weren't necessary attempting to be discreet in their flirtations. I wanted her for myself, something I knew would never have. I like so many am lost under her the spell that was her presence in their waking lives, and if the other admirers were like me in their dreams as well.
Another thing I have to admit I didn't realise was just what a dynamic woman she was, how she held us altogether, the unsung hero. The amount of work she got done without people being aware was mind blowing. The one who never spoke or portrayed their life was the one we all looked at, inspiration or something to aspire to.
I mean sure she may have worked a tad too much but then again what else she did she do? No one knew, secretive didn't quite seem to cover it, ingenious however did. So I'm here fifth time this week filling in forms I'd forgotten existed yet before always done, extra checks that seemed unnecessary before its not just me who has noticed we all have. Only her Prodigy is unaffected, you see in his training he shadowed her every working moment he knew about the rest, she never did it for him. How was it we all missed it, but instead goaded her on lack of social when in fact it was her that was keeping ours afloat?
Isn't it the truth? You don't know what you got till it's gone?
Gone I make it sound like death. No, this was no death. At least not one we knew of. A disappearance rather, unexplained at that. No one knew where though all say the same; maybe she just burnt out and gone off the deep end. All except the Prodigy, he kept quiet. I'm convinced he knew where she was and if she was mentally sane. He said nothing. Then again he hadn't said much since she'd gone he was the one who'd made her feel welcome when we'd shunned her for investigating one of our own. He had flirted with her, spent time with her, hell he'd been the first to admit he'd fallen head over heels with her. Now he was a shell half the man he used to be but at the same time one hell of a crime scene investigator.
So decide for yourselfs who the voice was and let me know :P:)
Icklebitodd:P:)