Title: Part of Life
Author: PeepsRfun2eat
Summary: Set during 'Lost Son' not sure if spoilers but to be on the safe yes there is a spoiler in here if you haven't seen the episode. First CSI: Miami fic and yeah if I made the characters seem different, sorry. Was just watching and well this idea struck me and hopefully no one wants to hang me out to dry.
Disclaimer: Don't own b/c Rory Cochrane would have been named Lucas in this show just b/c I loved him as that character in Empire Records.
I know that Horatio is watching me. I know he won't down break until hours later, in the dark with his friends Jack Daniels, and Jose Cuervo sitting by his side. He has his secrets, I have mine and both of us being good investigators figured out exactly what they were. Horatio is probably trying to figure out what I am thinking since my secret flickered out hours ago.
Looking over my secret's face I can't help but smile, remember how he had that perpetual six o'clock shadow. It wasn't because he was messy, he shaved I know he shaved. When he woke up, at night, just after we'd kiss, since every time we kissed I would always joke about how he was purposely trying to scrape my face raw. He would pull away like he was going to stop then I would give him what he called 'my cute look' and then he'd shave. Then he'd ask where we stopped. I'd tell him and then we'd start from there until we finished.
Although when I look back on the stubble I realize maybe in a way it did bug me.
Everyone knows I like to have things neat, organized but his stubble was sort of the thing (much like him) that was the chaos in my life. He let me break free of what I confined myself to. I hated him and loved him for it.
He knew what was going on between me and my husband. That our ultimate sign of commitment was broke ages ago. Of course my husband did it first, with his secretary on the floor of his office. I found out about it and then Tim walked in to see me, crying in the only place I could: work. That first night with him was probably a retaliation of sorts against my husband. But the next few times were because I wanted to, he wanted too. We both wanted some sort of comfort and who cared about the age difference, any of those damn differences.
We'd have our fun, go out and just be free.
I'd ride on the back of his motorcycle no helmet even though hours earlier I was chiding my own daughter for dating a guy who owned a motorcycle. I remember giving her an organized and well thought list for why she should not be seeing this guy. She scoffed rolled her eyes and walked away. Did I feel hypocritical hours later on the back of Tim's bike? No. I wasn't who I was at work: I was Dr. Woods, at home: Mom, or Alexx basically anywhere else. But when I was alone with him I was Lexx. And he was Tim not Speedy. And I was reminded every time he said my name hoarsely into my ear and I into his, at the end of the night, in his bed.
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