Title: My Best Friend's Wedding
Rating: K+
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Here we go again...I own nothing. Nada.Zip. Zilch. Now, get off my back!
Thanks you so much to SallyJetson for the beta.
AN: I wrote this fic a few years back when i was a hardcore Grissom/Catherine shipper. I even posted it on a site. So if this baby here seems familiar to you, it's because i wrote it BOTH times! I just use a different pen-name, that's all. I gave it a little nip/tuck here and there to suit this particular ship.
All mistakes are mine and no one else's.
It was such a beautiful ceremony. The weather was just fine, perfect for a wedding. She deserves nothing but the finest, the best. She deserves this.
The door opened, and there she stood in her beautiful white wedding dress. She looked absolutely, breath-takingly stunning. She is the epitome of a beautiful bride. She deserves this.
As she walked down the isle, she never took her eyes of the groom. But when she saw me, along with the rest of the team, she smiled and winked. She looked happy. This is her day. This is her moment. She deserves this.
Her father kissed her on the cheek and whispered something in her ear. She gave him a teary, happy smile. She deserves this.
"Do you, Lindsay Monroe, take this man, Don Flack Jr., to be your lawfully wedded husband…"
Don Flack and Lindsay Monroe…who would have thought. They had been seeing each other for four months when he popped the question. The way Lindsay gushes over their relationship to Stella and yup, sometimes to me, I can't say I'm surprised he got down on one knee. She told me herself that she never felt so happy before. It's so obvious to me that she's in love. With him. She deserves this.
He's my best friend. She's my best friend. I want her to be happy. Seeing her happy makes me happy.
So, tell me.
Why am I here, sitting on my couch, in the dark, watching her wedding video for the 100th time, feeling sad and dejected?
Why do I feel, that my heart is aching, calling out for her with every breath that I take?
Why do I feel empty, so empty that I wish the ground would just split open and swallow me whole?
I want the sadness to go away. I want the emptiness to go away. I want the pain to go away.
So why wouldn't they?
I already knew the answer to all these questions. But I refuse to acknowledge the answer because it will make me feel sorry for myself, makes me feel less of a man for not having the guts to admit what I feel, for what I always feel, now that it's too late.
I, Danny Messer, am in love with her.