My Confession
by Cindy
Email: sg1phileshipper@skynet.be
Legal Stuff: Sam and Bailey don't belong to me. They belong to the Sander/Moses production; NBC and who ever else may owe them. If they were mine, I wouldn't be writing this. No infringement is intended. Also the song "My Confession" belongs to Richard Marx. No need to sue me there either.
Rating: G - I don't write smut.
Classification: SBR and nothing else. Sam POV
Spoilers: US Season 3.
Summary: Bailey has a confession to make to Sam....
Dedication: This is for Enni (thanks for BMLK), Julie and Doris, who stick with me in SBR world, no matter how much emotion I may show. To Julie: "blushes". LOL
And now on with the show...
I merely had time to realise what was going on, and Bailey already had his arms around me. I guess he's been doing that since Jack came back into my life. I know he feels like he has to protect me from all the evil in the world, but I can't ask that much of him. But without me asking so, he does. He's the best friend someone can wish for.
The case had been trying and it had reminded me so much of Tom. My husband was the most important thing in my life before and I had to learn to live without him. I have a hard time forgetting him and we came across cases like this, old wounds bleed again. A young woman had lost her husband due to a formal jealous boyfriend. It was not like Jack, and me but it was similar. And I guess Bailey noticed I was having a hard time. He kept asking me if I was all right and if I needed anything. But I kept my distances, until last night. We chased the suspect around the whole neighbourhood, until I heard Bailey yelling: " I have him". My ears still ring from his scream. I thought something was wrong, but he just wanted our attention. Somehow the guy got loose from Bailey's grip and suddenly he was standing in front of me. He reminded me so much of Jack, I had to fight shivers running down my body and keep my calm. I looked in his ice-cold eyes and told him that if he moved I would shoot him down. But he didn't move. The madness in my voice must have scared him.
The last thing I remember after the guy was leaded away was the sensation in my body. I was trembling like a little girl. Of course, Bailey noticed and was immediately by my side. He looked straight into my eyes and must have seen the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. And I couldn't keep them from falling. He held me tight and mumbled against my hair. I could feel that very manly smell of him and the hairs in the back of my neck were standing up. He gently caressed my back and we stayed like that until my tears were subsiding. After, he asked me if I would be all right while laying his hand on my cheek. I told him I would be fine and he nodded. He offered me one of his sad smiles, meaning he was sorry for all he got me through. I smiled back.
The drive home was spent in silence. I could feel Bailey giving me sideway glances, while I was staring out of the window. I know him like I made him. He feels like he has to protect all the time. If only I could gently tell him he doesn't without hurting him. But I don't want to tell him. You can call me selfish, but I need to know someone cares about me. And I know Bailey cares deeply about me and I care deeply about him. We have an unspoken commitment: Taking care of each other when it's needed. And I could spend my whole life taking care of Bailey and I know if I let him, he would do the same. We never talk a lot about our feelings; we both know we feel strongly about the other. I only felt this strong about someone in my life once and when he was taken away, my whole world was tumbling down. If we would become to close and something happened to him, I'll have to start my life over for a third time. That's what I keep telling myself; don't let Bailey come too close. But it's already to late. I'm in way too deep to stop caring.
I had been home for two hours when the phone rang. Of course it was Bailey, who else would it be. He was asking me if I was okay. And for the first time in my life I lied to him. I told him I was. Then he asked me if I would like to check out this new bar with him. If I told him no, he would know I was not okay. And I didn't want that, because he would come over and I'd have to bare my whole soul to him. I didn't want him to know my most inner feelings: That I was scared I'd loose him someday. He was my whole life and I needed his protection. To which he would not say no, but I had to let him get on with his life. And because I love him so much, I let him go. I let him go back to his ex-wife, no matter how much it hurts me. But there will always be a special place in my heart for him. That's why I agreed to go to that bar with him.
It was a short drive and we talked about casual things. We arrived at the new place and once inside Bailey winked at the bartender and told me he would be right back. I sat down in a booth in the corner and waited for him to return. Suddenly all the lights went out and the light on the stage got on. And then I saw him standing, microphone in his hand. He smiled at me and sat down on a chair. Somehow I remember a familiar melody playing and all I could focus on was that handsome man standing on the stage. And then he started singing, never looking away from me:
Maybe you've noticed how I linger by the door
Looking for ways to hang around
I never felt my moment ever show itself before
But I've got to speak or lose you now
This is my confession
I bare my soul to you
This is my confession
The one thing I can do
How will I ever make you mine?
If you don't know that I'm alive
I confess to you
My love for you
He'll never say the words I've rehearsed a million times
Or stop your tears before they fall
He'll never even try to put his thoughts of you in rhymes
His heart is barely there at all
This is my confession
I bare my soul to you
This is my confession
The one thing I can do
How will I ever make you mine?
If you don't know that I'm alive
I confess to you
My love for you
I have always believed somehow
I'd be standing right here before you know
Hoping the last breath I take
I take in your arms
This is my confession
I bare my soul to you
This is my confession
The one thing I can do
How will I ever make you mine?
If you don't know that I'm alive
I confess to you
My love for you
I remember the music softly fading away, Bailey standing on the stage and like in a dream I walked over to him. The whole crowd was standing applauding Bailey. But he had only eyes for me:
"Do you know Sam how hard it was to make my confession?"
"I know Bailey and I didn't realise you could sing so good."
"I couldn't sing until I realised I was falling in love with you."
"And when did that happen?"
"Three years ago, when you came back into my life, I realised how much you meant
to me."
"I know you care deeply about me, Bailey and I appreciate it."
"You still haven't confessed to me."
"I have another song for you: too shy to say."
"And what comes next?"
"I really love you."
He gave the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I smiled back at him and suddenly I felt his soft and warm lips on mine. It was a chase kiss, like children would give. All I can remember now is the warmth of his lips and the crowd standing on tables, screaming and laughing. I guess they weren't to shy to show how they felt about our confession.
THE END. Hope you liked it.
by Cindy
Email: sg1phileshipper@skynet.be
Legal Stuff: Sam and Bailey don't belong to me. They belong to the Sander/Moses production; NBC and who ever else may owe them. If they were mine, I wouldn't be writing this. No infringement is intended. Also the song "My Confession" belongs to Richard Marx. No need to sue me there either.
Rating: G - I don't write smut.
Classification: SBR and nothing else. Sam POV
Spoilers: US Season 3.
Summary: Bailey has a confession to make to Sam....
Dedication: This is for Enni (thanks for BMLK), Julie and Doris, who stick with me in SBR world, no matter how much emotion I may show. To Julie: "blushes". LOL
And now on with the show...
I merely had time to realise what was going on, and Bailey already had his arms around me. I guess he's been doing that since Jack came back into my life. I know he feels like he has to protect me from all the evil in the world, but I can't ask that much of him. But without me asking so, he does. He's the best friend someone can wish for.
The case had been trying and it had reminded me so much of Tom. My husband was the most important thing in my life before and I had to learn to live without him. I have a hard time forgetting him and we came across cases like this, old wounds bleed again. A young woman had lost her husband due to a formal jealous boyfriend. It was not like Jack, and me but it was similar. And I guess Bailey noticed I was having a hard time. He kept asking me if I was all right and if I needed anything. But I kept my distances, until last night. We chased the suspect around the whole neighbourhood, until I heard Bailey yelling: " I have him". My ears still ring from his scream. I thought something was wrong, but he just wanted our attention. Somehow the guy got loose from Bailey's grip and suddenly he was standing in front of me. He reminded me so much of Jack, I had to fight shivers running down my body and keep my calm. I looked in his ice-cold eyes and told him that if he moved I would shoot him down. But he didn't move. The madness in my voice must have scared him.
The last thing I remember after the guy was leaded away was the sensation in my body. I was trembling like a little girl. Of course, Bailey noticed and was immediately by my side. He looked straight into my eyes and must have seen the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. And I couldn't keep them from falling. He held me tight and mumbled against my hair. I could feel that very manly smell of him and the hairs in the back of my neck were standing up. He gently caressed my back and we stayed like that until my tears were subsiding. After, he asked me if I would be all right while laying his hand on my cheek. I told him I would be fine and he nodded. He offered me one of his sad smiles, meaning he was sorry for all he got me through. I smiled back.
The drive home was spent in silence. I could feel Bailey giving me sideway glances, while I was staring out of the window. I know him like I made him. He feels like he has to protect all the time. If only I could gently tell him he doesn't without hurting him. But I don't want to tell him. You can call me selfish, but I need to know someone cares about me. And I know Bailey cares deeply about me and I care deeply about him. We have an unspoken commitment: Taking care of each other when it's needed. And I could spend my whole life taking care of Bailey and I know if I let him, he would do the same. We never talk a lot about our feelings; we both know we feel strongly about the other. I only felt this strong about someone in my life once and when he was taken away, my whole world was tumbling down. If we would become to close and something happened to him, I'll have to start my life over for a third time. That's what I keep telling myself; don't let Bailey come too close. But it's already to late. I'm in way too deep to stop caring.
I had been home for two hours when the phone rang. Of course it was Bailey, who else would it be. He was asking me if I was okay. And for the first time in my life I lied to him. I told him I was. Then he asked me if I would like to check out this new bar with him. If I told him no, he would know I was not okay. And I didn't want that, because he would come over and I'd have to bare my whole soul to him. I didn't want him to know my most inner feelings: That I was scared I'd loose him someday. He was my whole life and I needed his protection. To which he would not say no, but I had to let him get on with his life. And because I love him so much, I let him go. I let him go back to his ex-wife, no matter how much it hurts me. But there will always be a special place in my heart for him. That's why I agreed to go to that bar with him.
It was a short drive and we talked about casual things. We arrived at the new place and once inside Bailey winked at the bartender and told me he would be right back. I sat down in a booth in the corner and waited for him to return. Suddenly all the lights went out and the light on the stage got on. And then I saw him standing, microphone in his hand. He smiled at me and sat down on a chair. Somehow I remember a familiar melody playing and all I could focus on was that handsome man standing on the stage. And then he started singing, never looking away from me:
Maybe you've noticed how I linger by the door
Looking for ways to hang around
I never felt my moment ever show itself before
But I've got to speak or lose you now
This is my confession
I bare my soul to you
This is my confession
The one thing I can do
How will I ever make you mine?
If you don't know that I'm alive
I confess to you
My love for you
He'll never say the words I've rehearsed a million times
Or stop your tears before they fall
He'll never even try to put his thoughts of you in rhymes
His heart is barely there at all
This is my confession
I bare my soul to you
This is my confession
The one thing I can do
How will I ever make you mine?
If you don't know that I'm alive
I confess to you
My love for you
I have always believed somehow
I'd be standing right here before you know
Hoping the last breath I take
I take in your arms
This is my confession
I bare my soul to you
This is my confession
The one thing I can do
How will I ever make you mine?
If you don't know that I'm alive
I confess to you
My love for you
I remember the music softly fading away, Bailey standing on the stage and like in a dream I walked over to him. The whole crowd was standing applauding Bailey. But he had only eyes for me:
"Do you know Sam how hard it was to make my confession?"
"I know Bailey and I didn't realise you could sing so good."
"I couldn't sing until I realised I was falling in love with you."
"And when did that happen?"
"Three years ago, when you came back into my life, I realised how much you meant
to me."
"I know you care deeply about me, Bailey and I appreciate it."
"You still haven't confessed to me."
"I have another song for you: too shy to say."
"And what comes next?"
"I really love you."
He gave the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I smiled back at him and suddenly I felt his soft and warm lips on mine. It was a chase kiss, like children would give. All I can remember now is the warmth of his lips and the crowd standing on tables, screaming and laughing. I guess they weren't to shy to show how they felt about our confession.
THE END. Hope you liked it.