AN: so I was a little worried about putting this one up, because the beginning is a little similar to some recent events in my life. But a good friend talked me into it saying, absolutely no one will know who I'm talking about and about all but 3 lines are made up anyway. So without any further ado, here it is. The latest in my collection of CSI related fanfictions.
Warnings: Probably mild language. THEDAYIMETHIM is my page break, I don't use it that often, but it's a good thing to know.
Disclaimer: This is not now nor will it ever be mine. Any songs, recognizable characters, places, or any combination of the 3, I can not lay claim too. Other than that, please sit back and enjoy.
**THEDAYIMETHIM**
It was never meant to last. We were flawless, the perfect relationship, or so I thought. Then we decided to 'go public,' hang out with a few friends, have a good time.
It was 9 o'clock on a Saturday. A Saturday three weeks ago, and I remember it like it was yesterday. My baby walks in, nonchalant, sits down beside me. That's my first glimpse at his best friend, the one that had bee set up on a 'date' with my best friend.
"Lindsay, this is Danny."
I waved shyly, looking quickly to Becca, my best friend, and then giving Danny the once over. There was no denying, he was hot, but, nothing my Donnie couldn't be. My eyes hit his face, about the same time his hit mine, they met, if briefly, and this vibe filled the room, silence, with the low buzz of the DVD player on pause in the background.
The night, other than that pause, went without a hitch, 1 bad comedy, and 2 horror movies later, the guys were stretching, getting ready to head back to Donnie's car, work for Danny was early the next morning, but that didn't matter. A quick kiss goodnight and soon I heard the engine rev and the car rip out into the night.
I looked at the clock and chuckled, 1:30 am, on a Sunday morning. I'd wasted my Saturday 30 minutes outside the city, vegging out on my best friends couch. That was the way life should be.
Sadly, that Monday it was back to my public high school senior forensics class. Nothing like teaching in the heart of the city, it was unbelievable how diverse people could get.
"That went well." Becca said, leaning against her kitchen counter, a smile on her face.
I smiled back, "yeah, Danny seemed into you, I say go for it." She looked at me, yes she knew I had to say it, "Plus, he is kind of hot."
Then she laughed, not just a small ha-ha, a full blown, tears in her eyes, clutching the counter, laugh. It was contagious, so I started in too, and soon we were both collapsed on the kitchen floor gasping for air.
"That's it," I proclaimed, slapping the tile for emphasis, "I am going to bed."
And thus was the night my relationship went to hell. And I know now your asking, 'What is she talking about?'
THEDAYIMETHIM
AN: Well there you have it folks, lemme know what you think. Want more? I don't read minds, so I'm begging you to hit that pretty little button.
