A/N - I'm not sure where this story came from but it came to me while I was in the shower. Some people sing, I apparently formulate stories. I hope you enjoy it, thanks for stopping by and reading. -k
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He deeply inhales the dry desert air, surprised at how much he has missed it. No, not just the air, but the city as well. Despite the calm and quiet of the forest of Costa Rica, something had bothered him. Then he had an epiphany.
How he was wrong to leave what he had left behind. How he desired the way Las Vegas crackles with unpredictability and electricity. How he yearned to be surrounded by the buzz of excitement. How he longed to be with her again.
He prowls the darkened hallways, being cautious to not be seen or recognized, until he finally stops at her door. He catches his breath as he silently watches her, drinking her in. He frowns. He was a fool to think that he could walk away from her, a damn fool to think that he could exist without her.
She is bent over her desk, no doubt filling out and pushing the paperwork he had despised as supervisor. Her strawberry blonde hair thrown into a haphazard ponytail, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She lightly bites into her pen as her brows furrow at the report in front of her. Surrounded by chaos, she is an intoxicating vision of beauty.
She throws the pen onto her desk before pushing her glasses atop her head. She groans as she rubs her eyes. She wonders what she has gotten herself into; frustrated at the bureaucracy she has become entangled in since he left her three months ago.
He cannot suppress the chuckle that escapes his throat. She gasps at the figure leaning on her door frame. Surprised, she blurts out his name. He feels his heart swell. His name coming from her lips sounds like a song to him. No, this was not a mistake, he decides. He smiles at her.
"Hello, Catherine," he says quietly. "May I come in?"
She feels her heart skip a beat when he says her name. She nods and motions for him enter the cramped office. The sight of him in her office has rendered her speechless. She watches in awe as he takes the seat in front of her. They gaze at each other before she clears her throat.
"What are you doing here?" she asks, confusion etched across her face.
He snorts at her bluntness, causing her to chuckle as well. He remembers that she is not a good crime scene investigator for nothing. He shifts in his chair as she eyes him carefully, waiting for his response.
"I forgot something," he shrugs nonchalantly.
She cocks her head at him, "I could have mailed it to you, you know."
He shakes his head, "No, I doubt it. I don't think it would fit in a box. And even if it did, I don't think it would like it in there."
She raises an eyebrow, "Okay… I'll bite. What is it?"
He gestures for her to lean forward. When their faces are mere inches away, he whispers, "You."