Disclaimer: All characters belong to Bruckheimer, CBS and the writers of CSI: New York.
A/N: I know it's been a while, but I decided to ease my way back in with a series of drabbles. I respond eagerly and happily to any and all reviews.
He glared over the coffee cup, ignoring a stab of pain as he watched the light die in her eyes. He watched from the other side of the office, nonchalantly sitting against the edge of a desk.
"Why'd you have to fuck it up?"
He watched as her gaze flew to him, silent and unforgiving.
"Hey,"
"Hey,"
"I'm… I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You love him. That's how the cards fall."
"Can we… can we be friends?" She wished she could bite out her tongue the moment the words left her lips, watching the pain in his eyes, and flushed.
"Dunno."