Author's Note: This is my first ever ff. I made some of this up, but some of it is based off of episodes through seasons 1-4 :)
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: New York or any characters ):
He could tell when she was near. Every man in the precinct would subconsciously hold their breath until she passed.
He could tell that they were jealous when he would gently rest his hand on the small of her back as they walked through the labs.
He knew that he was the one person she could open up to, as she silently cried into the crook of his neck after Frankie had left his mark upon her porcelain features.
He felt a sense of pride as she recovered quickly from her HIV scare. She strode through the lab as if it was just another Monday.
He felt a surge of envy when he caught a suspect glancing down her shirt as she slid photos of the victim across the table.
He could have sworn he was green as the suspect pleaded for a kiss under the mistletoe. Let's just say that he could be asking for a new nose that Christmas.
He could tell she was angry with herself when she discovered her neighbour had been harbouring kidnapped children.
He was angrier with himself for not making her stay with him until she found a new place to stay.
He knew that she could read him like a book and would always be there for him.
But, he also knew she'd never go for a guy like him. They would always be just friends.