Disclaimer: Nothing about CSI or Pearl Jam is mine.
A/N This came about for two reasons. 1. My husband is out of town this weekend and I miss him. 2. I remembered when I realized I loved him - we had a huge fight, the kind that normally signaled THE END. Yet there we were two days later trying to work it out. In all that mess it finally dawned on me that he was willing to work just as hard as I thought I had been doing to keep us together.
Come Back
They think I should have run after you. I deal with missing you and Catherine's pathetic looks and Greg's anger. But I had to stay.
Nick avoids mentioning your name in the most conspicuous way and Warrick is hanging on by a thread.
They think we are over.
In the late afternoon, when I'm walking the dog and that young guy with the chocolate lab sees me without you, an unspoken question in his eyes, it's difficult to remember we aren't.
I've never been tempted to justify my solitude as much as I have now that we're together, apart.
So I work and wait for you to come back.
Has Judy always been so fond of talking about fairy tale romances? It seems lately that the focus of her conversations is of some character flying to Paris to get his girl. She abruptly stops talking when I walk in the room. I don't know if he gets the girl or if the girl runs further away.
I know you would know the answer but I can't seem to formulate the question. Inevitably, you would see how poorly I'm dealing with you being gone.
This isn't about me, it's about you. And us.
I hold my tongue and relish the memory of how long they had NO CLUE we were together.
And now, they know but they still don't know.
The phone calls, the letters and emails - all noting the fact that we are still together until you come back.