A/N: It's been awhile since I posted anything but this one demanded to be written (and who am I to say no?). This story is a bit of a different style for me but I hope you give it a shot and let me know what you think. It will be presented in 6 short chapters. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from CSI:NY or any story lines you might recognize.
Spoilers for 4.11 Child's Play.
Special thanks to SallyJetson for all of your betaing, suggestions and encouragement.
Chapter 1:
She would catch his image in the glass, always just a glimpse before he'd pass.
Always moving, always moving away from her, away from them; their physical distance mirroring their relationship.
With a sigh she returns to her task, returns to something she can control, striving to return an answer to a suffering soul.
She works busily putting the pieces together, mending their shattered parts, avoiding the breaking of her heart.
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Another message, another delete, he no longer waits for the beep.
She is trying but that isn't what he wants. He doesn't need this, doesn't need another failure on his conscious.
A quick snap and the cap swirls on the floor, the liquid drains with a single pour.
He feels the effects though slower then he hopes. It isn't enough to pretend, or to wish. It isn't enough to forget that day, or the how and why he went away.
It had all happened and the memories are intensifying instead of fading. Growing more vivid, they sometimes go fast across his mind repeating on an endless loop. Sometimes they slow right down, every detail exposed as they torturously grate at his soul.
All he wants is to forget, and to disconnect with everyone and everything.
If only he knew how well he was succeeding.