Disclaimer: To tell you I own CM is one big lie, because if I ever did my lack of originality will have this show in the crapper within the first few minutes.

AN: In all honesty, this really is not all that great. This here is just something I was working on while trying to pretend that I really don't have any school works that are in desperate need of my attention. But whatever, hopefully I the end all things will end well (including this little fic of mine). Anyway, enjoy and forgive me for my poor grasp of the English language.

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Dependency

He was everything to you and you didn't understand why. Whenever he holds you, you cling on never really wanting to let go. He might just wake up and realized how foolish you both have been. The thought scares you more so than you could imagine. And because you sometimes get trapped in your own mind, playing games with yourself, it was always him to bring you back. It hurts to think how dependent you are on him. He was strong, so he never really needed you like you needed him.

You always had your smarts to get you through life, but this job wasn't always about being smart. It tears away at who you are, mess with your mind and the solution to what you feel at the end of the day isn't solve by some simple (or complex) algorithm. You can't always find the answers in a book or for it to be in black and white. With all your degrees and high IQ, you can't really seem to put this puzzle back together. In comparison to this world, you really know nothing at all. But he's there and somehow his presence solves everything. You still can't seem to figure out why, because there's really no logic to it. You don't understand what makes him so special in comparison to the others, because they too were always there for you.

When he's near, your skin tingles and burns. You tried to pretend that his presence doesn't overwhelm all your senses and that sometimes you have trouble forming any coherent thoughts. But, at the end of the day, it really doesn't matter what he do or what you said, because he's here with you. And really, that's all that matter.

You're never sure why you always put yourself in danger. Maybe it is because you know he'll always be there to catch you, to make sure you're safe. And you're never sure what to do when and if he decided he had enough. Because there is only so much one can take of you playing the victim in every scenario possible. But you are glad he still has yet to give up on you. He will always be the bigger and stronger person in this so-called relationship. If you were him, you have left a long time ago.

So when there was a loud pounding at your door at some odd hours of the night, imagine your shock at seeing him hunched over and dishevel. He was always so steady, so sure of himself. Never once had you ever picture him in this state, maybe you had put him on a pedestal too high. And maybe he wasn't all too perfect. You should know; perfection never truly exists, no matter how good it is. You can still smell the stench of alcohol and cheap cigarettes on him. You should have realized that this case hits a little too close to home. And at that very moment, you hate yourself for being so god damn selfish. You were always too caught up in the cases, in yourself, to ever realize that he too had his own demon to fight.

You pull him in and he collapsed into your arms. You both stood there, words were never needed to be spoken when you're together. Being there was just enough. What you never realize is that you both needed each other like oxygen. You're not sure how this relationship evolved into something so intertwining symbiotically, that one could not exist without the other … and you're okay with that. Because in the end, you'll survive as long as he's here. And as long as you hold on steady, he too will survive.