Title:Tomorrow

Author: CSIMagenta

Rating:PG

Summary: A moment in H's office...

Pairing: H/C

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami did you think i did? really?

A/N: First H/C, first CSI:Miami fic actually so please be gentle. :)

-Tomorrow-

As she easily walked, her confident stride and striking smile hit him and the inane sense of wounder she emanated caused his breath to catch in his throat.

His words lost in the blonde mane that filled his vision and the beauty that for a second stole his heart.

Every time she walked by him, spoke to him, glanced his way, that happened;

she stole his heart all over again.

She had been doing that since he met her.

Since he met her and she had smiled at him,

God, her smile.

That was all it took, one memory and he had no idea who he was or what he was doing, everything was her smile.

"Hello Handsome." She had a resolve and almost shy aura when she spoke to him here, in front of everyone else, in front of the world.

She was still talking, he knew he had to listen but just this once, he told himself, just this once he would let himself only see her lips moving in a tempting dance, only see her angle like face only see her- NO this was work. He had to focus.

"Okay well here are the results for the 'Walker' case." She drawled out in her attractive southern song that sent shivers down his spine.

She handed him the file, he wished he could touch her hand… hold her hand… hold her.

He had known the first time the sun had shone on her face that he would never loose her, never let her from his life, and now he had let it slip.

Slip into a half relationship.

He wanted her more than anything but because she wasn't going anywhere his fear overwhelmed his want to act.

Or it had.

Now he saw the sadness in her eyes, she was trying so hard to hide it but he knew she was torn up inside.

He wanted to hug her; make it go away…

somehow suppress his immense joy at the whole situation of Hagan leaving long enough to comfort her.

He felt for her and he wanted so much to help, but after all this time, things said and years passed he didn't know how to anymore.

"Thanks Call, great work as always." She nodded; she loved his encouragement, his approval, his voice.

She turned to leave, out of his office, he watched her mesmerised as yet again he was letting her walk away, and with out saying what needed to be said. He wanted to call out, let her name roll comfortably over his tongue; convey what she meant to him.

She was gone.

There's always tomorrow, he thought to himself as he did every night, and sat back at his desk, alone, with his files and papers and a whole night ahead of him for memories…

End Fantasy

More to come...