Disclaimer: CBS owns CSI:NY…I own the OC.
A/N: I decided to experiment with story ideas and take a different writing style…let me know what you think! We'll see where this one goes…
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Something
always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No
matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm
gone.
You hold me without touch.
You keep me without
chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love
and not feel your rain.
Set me free, leave me be. I don't want
to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so
tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all
over me.
You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.
When I thought
that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my
fragile strength is gone.
~Gravity, Sara Bareilles
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New York had been swamped under a heavy, chilled drizzle for the past few days. It had come to be a relief for some who had been repugnant of the previous mixture of hot humidity that left you wiping sweat from your brow whenever you walked outside. The grey gloom that shadowed over the sky had not let up and didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon. It seemed to reflect the timorous nerves of every NYPD officer that was involved in finding her.
A black haired man stood at the entryway of a small, Italian restaurant peering his oceanic eyes back at the TV's that were now showing the widely publicized headline that had outraged any person that wore the uniform of an NYPD officer. He choked down the lump in his throat with a swig of his coffee as they showed her picture. She was beautiful. Her dark brown hair matched her empathic eyes, her skin had a smooth porcelain glow, and her full lips were a moist, gentle pink that softly smiled. He struggled internally, remembering how soft her lips were, how they tasted, the feel of her hair beneath his fingertips, her harmonious laugh. Her picture had been plastered on the television for the past week gaining a huge response from the citizens of New York. An elderly man that sat at the counter pulled out his ritualistic newspaper that bared the title One NYPD Officer Missing, Partner Dead on the front page.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the familiar blonde- haired man come towards him with a helpless look on his face after looking at the television. It had been a look that every cop had been displaying since her disappearance, and now it had been a week. Most people were now realizing that if they found her, she would probably be floating in the Hudson.
"We got nothing, Flack, he didn't see anything," he said edgily, filled with disappointment. Flack kept his gaze on the television. Danny understood the grief his friend was going through; he could see it in his eyes. The once blissful air that surrounded him was now filled with a torturous gloom.
"We have to get her back, Danny…" Don said.
"We will, Don." Danny hoped he'd be able to keep his promise.
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