A/N: Hey everyone, its Aquavis. First story on here, so... yea, please review. 'Cause you know what they say, "A review a day, makes Aquavis' stories not go away!" (Ha ha... that didn't even rhyme well.)

Disclamer: I don't own CSI: Miami, Ryan Wolfe and Calleigh Duquesne. But, if you want to donate it to me, I'll take it!

So onto the story.


Wishes of the Heart, So Fond to tell the Stars

I can see him stretching his legs on his long bed. Everything is placed neatly and in order, from the clean white iron-pressed sheets to the carefully arranged setting, almost as if humans had not touched it, for such blemishes would ruin perfection itself. But I can see that there's something absent, leaving his room empty. Something that he had longed for.

He moves slowly, like a panther stalking its prey. I can tell he's deep in concentration, all the thoughts connecting like broken puzzle pieces in his mind, as he steps out into his apartment balcony.

He reminded me so much of a lost traveler, gazing to the stars for the right path. That's when he looks up at me, seeming to have heard my comment. I see the dreamy state clouding his warm brown eyes. He takes a deep breath and I hear his whisper of a hope, drifting to me like the wind.

I smile, and I rotate around to peer into the other apartment across the city.

She's also outside, sloping against the railing, and observing the stars. Her words come like a nighttime melody, flowing through the sweet air.

I let the wind twirl her long blonde hair around its spindly fingers, just like he secretly desired to. She stares at me, her eyes revealing the barrier between her and the world.

Such secret desires they held in their hearts saddened me. One could not be without the other. Why couldn't they see what's in front of them?

The woman cautiously turns around, staring at her bright room, dull without him. I can tell she wants to pick up the phone and call him, but she freezes, her foot about to take the first step. She sighs loudly, and circles around again, her self-conscience screaming at her for the mistake.

I move my position so I can see both homes clearly, the Miami lights glowing underneath me.

I read their faces. One longs for security, for a safety net to catch him from the plunges he may make. The other longs for comfort, though she shuns those who cannot crack the barrier she puts up.

His strength tears down the wall and brings her empathy. Her arms catch him from the slips he makes. Yet, they do not fit in the way they wish. Like forcing a small key into the same wooden boxes of their hearts, they won't try anything else. It has to fit here, or nothing else will work.

I shine a little brighter for them, my glow radiating from dusky clouds. They both look up and smile. Maybe they've finally found the right box.

"Starlight, star bright—"

"First star I see tonight—"

"Wish I may,"

"And wish I might,"

"Have the wish I wish tonight."

"Ryan."

"Calleigh."