A/N: This story's is as limp as a deflated souffle. Actually, it's worse than a limp souffle, but I needed something to do to distract me from my school work.
There are a lot of framed photos around now. It's strange, because it used be only the butterflies that were framed, not us. But after we moved in together, it felt better to have it around.
There was one of the whole team the Christmas Eve after Nicky was kidnapped and before Brass was shot. Sara's wearing a Santa hat and fooling around with Greg, but I know it was all for fun. The real fun happened Christmas day, when we both had the day off.
One of my favorites is one of the two of us, on one of our dates. Sara hardly ever rode roller coasters, and I found that unacceptable. The camera caught a picture as we sped down the tracks. Sara's screaming her head off, and I have this grin on my face, cause now I had someone who'd ride with me.
And then there was the one of us outside of the Bellagio fountain. Sara took her shoes off and stood under the fountain and let herself get drenched. I snapped a picture, and she glared at me, but stayed in the fountain until an officer kindly (cough) escorted her out. I keep this picture in the top drawer of my desk, and took it with me when I left for Massachusetts.
"You used to be so happy. We used to be so happy. What happened?" I whispered.
"Natalie happened," Sara said encircling her arms around my shoulders. I don't know where she came from, but that's okay. Just as long as she's here, I'm fine.
She whispered in my ear, "I'm leaving the lab for now. I don't know if I'll be going back. But I'm not leaving you. I'm definitely coming back for you." She sniffed. "I just want you to know that, okay? Okay?" I nodded, just to reassure her. I'm not so sure if I really believed it.
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all
Of what we used to be
It was almost like she knew what I was thinking.
"Of what we will be," she told me. "Will be."
Later, when Sara had left from the lab (and me), Greg gave me a Polaroid of the kiss we shared outside of the DNA lab.
"I didn't want to believe Sara was leaving, but when you two start making out in the hallway," he looked sheepish, "It hit me. I snapped a shot. I don't want you to forget how much she loves you. I know Sara won't, because she's the one who left. It's always harder for the one who's left behind because they don't know if the other's coming back at all." I stared at the picture, and he finally finished his ramble with: "You know, Sara thought you weren't coming back when you left, but if you did, she definitely will."
I nodded, and thanked him. He knew it would, and I did too, now. Sara would come back.
And I'll be waiting for her until then.
