A/N: This is my first CI fic. It's a collection of drabbles. They're pretty much all A/B, so if you don't like that stuff, I suggest you leave. And they're pretty much all angst. Again, if that's not for you…hit the back button. If this type of stuff is your game, read, enjoy, review. Thanks.
i. Genius
She sits in an uncomfortable chair, bright white and stiff-backed, next to him. Her eyes are red from sobbing. She promised herself she'd shed no more tears over him. She lied. Where did he go? The man she knew, the man she loved…he had disappeared in this world of sterility where even the air felt impure. This wasn't how the story should end. She should have got the man, and the story should have ended. She tenderly feels the side of his face with her fingertips, and he twitches violently. The men enter to sedate him. She stifles a sob.
ii. Taciturn
They enter the crime scene, weapons drawn and loaded. They're supposed to be prepared for this. His temple aches, almost in foreshadowing. He clenches his jaw, and proceeds in front of her. She's used to it now, but his move to defend mildly annoys her. It reminds her of older days. A weapon appears, slight and subtle, beside a crate. A shot is fired. It pierces her all too mortal flesh. She shudders, and his colleagues are off in search of the perp. He holds her, and she whispers something to him. Before he can react, she dies. Silently. Painfully.
iii. Seize
He has repressed his emotions for so long that it's become instinctive. He could not express emotion for his mother's situation. He couldn't tell Alex how he felt. His psychological mind, always thinking, wants to prove how the two events are relative. His emotional mind does not. There's pain attached to both of them now, emotional pain, and he doesn't want to relive anything. He ties the bowtie with care and proceeds to the event. He must be happy. Afterwards, he swallows what's left of his splintered heart and congratulates the new bride. She no longer is his to covet.
iv. Loss
They shouldn't be doing it. He knows she feels guilty. He's loved her for so long, but she's married. They shouldn't be doing it. And yet, the friction, the feeling of complete rebellion…it washes over him like a tide, and he revels in it. With the sounds she's making and the way she's moving, he would guess that she didn't mind at the moment either. Yes, at the moment, she was fine. It was afterwards that was a bitch. He kisses her and tells her he loves her. The next day, there's a letter of resignation on the captain's desk.