-1Hey, this is my first and maybe last CSI fic. Depending on how good you peps think it is…lol
I know it's short, but give it a try XD press the big button at the bottom please XD
Gil stood at the end of the path. She was in a world of her own, taking pictures that she would never process. He wished that she would look at him, give him that hope that she wanted him there and that his trip hadn't been a waste of time.
It could and would never be a waste of time. He had seen her. It would never be a waste of time.
She could feel him standing behind her and became lost in the way his eyes bore into her. Her body wanted to turn round. It fought her head. She wanted to savour the feeling of him being close. It could be nothing…or it could be everything.
Thirty seconds seemed like an eternity to the man who felt that time flew. He wished he felt like the time was flying. If anything it had stopped. It was a movie scene that had been frozen. The pinnacle to the film. The next move could change the outcome and no matter how much he wanted it to go faster, he knew that it would come in good time.
Her body moved slowly and the relief of him standing in front of her caused her usually strong demeanour to fall at the waist side. The camera fell to her side, but her arms opened to him. It really did take him seconds to get to her. Time was back. She was back. They were back.