Disclaimer—I don't own the characters of CSI: NY
The past few months had been a roller coaster ride; a tumultuous journey that often seemed endless. After the blast there was the time in the hospital, the pain and the slow start on the path to recovery. Then there was the rehabilitation, the physical therapy. Harder still was the psych evaluation; his mandatory time with the shrink. He despised the obligation with a passion but he followed through and dealt with the annoyance that came along with it.
Then there was the feeling of uselessness. Being off the job and unable to make a contribution drove him crazy. He felt like he sat all day while he knew the rest of the team was out there doing what they all loved to do and truly making a difference. When they came to visit him they reassured him that soon enough he'd be back out in the field. Though he appreciated their efforts he couldn't help the persistent feelings of ineffectiveness.
He assumed it would be better when he was back on the job, and it was better. But it still felt like something was missing; like his body had come home and his heart had been left behind somewhere. Even as he stood talking and joking with three pretty women it all seemed empty. But then he heard her voice, he turned and saw her face… and his heart was home again.
Note From The Author—This was just a short little something that popped into my head, though I hope you've enjoyed it. The entire idea is based around one particular line from a Josh Groban song: 'Then I saw your face across the street and my heart was home again.' This song clearly doesn't belong to me; thought you ought to know.