Claddagh
Summery:What will he do to keep her? A little Irish gift and a promise (FA)
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI NY.
A/N: Hey y'all! Sorry I haven't been writing on her recently… Been extremely busy with studying! Exams next month! I really shouldn't be doing this now but with the end of the season coming up and spoilers popping up everywhere I felt I needed to. In CSI NY chronological order, this is somewhere between Prey 5.20 and before the End of the Season. Okay! Cool!
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The moonlight was swaying slowly along with the light cotton curtains, in the darkness of his room, as a calming breeze blew through the open window. The streets were empty but somewhere in the far distance there was still the inkling of life, a small sound to prove there was existence in the hollow darkness. Leaning against the open door frame, he stood motionlessly - a figure in the distance, a shadow amongst in vacuity of his apartment. He was watching her as she turned slowly between his bed sheets - a delicate image so small, so fragile. Her soft, silky brown hair lay untouched, her smooth porcelain skin unmarked and scratched, her red lips pale in the moonlight.
Releasing a prolonged sigh he stepped into the room. Pulling off his jacket, he reached into its pocket. Feeling around he let his fingers linger on the small box. He studied, carefully, the smooth velvet and brass hinges. Turning back to get a glimpse of her still-figure coaxed in the subtle light, he dropped his head. Removing his empty hand from the pocket he draped the jacket over a chair and walked away.
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'Don?'
Stepping into the room, he gave a warm smile. He looked down upon her gracious beauty as she sat up in bed, the cover held tightly against her body.
'Hey,' he said softly. The bright orange light from the night stand glowed in the otherwise darkened room, illuminating their faces.
'I thought you were pulling an all nighter?'
'No,' he replied, quietly almost not to disturbed the peacefulness of her voice in the echoing silence. 'I finished early, thought I would come home.'
'I'm glad you did.'
Sitting on the edge of the bed they looked at each other. Eyes connecting, hearts beating, time slowly ticking backwards.
'I have something for you,' reaching for the pocket of his jacket he pulled out the small, purple velvet box, 'a gift.'
'What is it?' her thin fingers delicately traced along the curved edges of the box.
'Open it,' he answered.
Anticipation running high, she lifted the top of the box. Letting out a gasp she was transfixed at its contents. Inside, placed neatly in the center of red silk, lay a small, silver ring. The ring wasn't encased with a diamond or any kind of gem but bore a heart held but a set of hands topped with a crown pulling it slowly from the box she held it up.
'Don?' she asked.
Taking the ring from her he held it between his fingers, 'It's a Claddagh. A traditional Irish ring given through friendship.' Point at the ring he began to explain, 'the heart represents love, the hands unity and the crown loyalty. If the ring is worn on the left ring finger with the heart pointing towards you, it means you're married. If the heart is pointing away it means you're engaged. If it's worn on the right ring finger with the heart pointing away it means you're single.' Lifting her right hand he placed the ring on the tip of her ring finger, 'If the heart it pointing towards you, it means you're in a relationship,' and slid it down onto the base of her finger.
Lifting her hand into the light she admired the small, silver ring encased on her finger.
'It's for you to know how much I love you and that I never want to lose you.'
Turning her attention away from the ring she looked deep into his eyes. His shiny blue eyes locking deep with her glowing brown one. Placing a hand on his the side of his face, she pulled him closer. Their lips touched, softly at first and then again. The taste of each other was tantalizing and sweet. A taste they were so used to through it still gave them nervous tingles inside.
'Promise you won't leave,' he said between their butterfly kisses.
'I promise,' she said pulling him down onto the bed.
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A/N: That was REALLY short but I just kindda felt like I NEEDED to write something. I am in TOTAL denial about the finale because I do not believe she will die and this was to add a little heart ach into Flack's life incase she does. BUT SHE WONT. I don't believe. There is not EVIDANCE to prove it's her! Sorry, like I said, living in denial. I wanted to get lots of emotion through and feeling but I think I failed half way. What do you think? *sigh* I've always wanted a Claddagh. I have a necklace but not a ring. I feel so foolish not buying one when I went to Ireland ='( Okay I'll stop talking now.