I own nothing...if I did you wouldn't be reading this right now.
Warning, this is a femslash, if you don't like it, don't read it.
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Honestly, I have no idea when I started to love her. Maybe it was when I stared into those bright blue eyes for the first time, or maybe it was when I couldn't solve Eddie's case and saw all of that hurt in those same beautiful eyes.
It doesn't matter now anyway, because I do love her.
"Yah right, you don't just love her Sidle, you want her; oh god do you want her. You want her bad...and it's getting you into trouble isn't it?"
"Hey, shut up you, I don't need this right now!"
That voice in my head, it shows up at the most inconvenient times, the last thing I need right now is to question myself. Hell, I'm distracted enough without having an internal dialog half of the time. It's right though, I do want her...and it is getting me into trouble. Sooner or later she's going to catch my stares; like it's really my fault! Those cloths she wears on that body of hers would make even the straightest woman desire her.
"Oh that's rich...straight? Oh, you're anything but honey, but then again you already knew that. Why don't you just admit it to yourself? You're just a big lesbian!"
"Hey, I told you to shut up! I don't know what I am anymore."
"Don't you mean that you can't admit what you are?"
Sigh, I hate that voice, damn it. It's my worst critic, but I'll be damned if it isn't right most of the time. But honestly I don't know what I am anymore. I thought I was in love with Gil, but that was before these thoughts of her started to consume me.
God I need here!
Shit! here she comes. I must be going crazy! I'm supposed to be working, not pining over what will never be mine. But it's hard not to think about, really it is. Just look at her. Damn that woman has a fine ass, and the way she's bent over, getting something out of the fridge...
"See something you like?" she says, interupting my thoughts.
I freeze, knowing that it would be useless to try and make up some excuse. She knew exactly what I was doing.
Then she walks out with a bottle of water in hand, saying nothing more.
"Shit Sidle, this has got to stop."
"No shit," I tell myself, as i sink into the breakroom sofa.
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Author's note:
I intended this as a drable, however, if I get enough positive reviews, then there may be more to come. hint hint