It was inevitable. One of those things that couldn't just not happen. It was common knowledge, like everything in the CSI offices is. The only variable is when. It was all a matter of time.
That time hit them like a brick.
She was gone, no not her, the one that he had married was gone. Well, not really gone but as good as gone. She was found guilty of drug trade felonies and sent to prison. He tried to love her despite it but he found himself drawn, in-explicably to her. It was only a matter of time.
She stood at his side during the trial of his... wife. The word wife made her sick. Sick with jealousy, anger at the woman for hurting him so badly, sadness at knowing he would never be hers. Like she had said when she had found out they had gotten married: the thing with fantasies is that when the possibility of it coming true is gone I sucks. It really sucks. To love him and to have him not love her.
Or at least not that she knew. But he knew better. He knew what he felt. He knew that every time he kissed his wife he'd think of her. He knew that it was all a matter of time.
And so did she.
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Her doorbell rang. He stood there, and just looked at her. And she knew.
"War"
"Cath"
That was all they had to say, before their lips met each other's half way.
It was bound to have happened some time. After all it was just the inevitable, just a matter of time.