Title: You'll Think Of Me
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS. Lyrics are by Keith Urban.
A/N: Yet another OS lol.
He turned, shifted, trying to get comfy. His first night off in ages and he couldn't relax. Moonlight made its way though his open window highlighting the clock beside his bed in liquid sliver. 4am.
He dragged the covers over his head hoping it would help ease him into welcomed darkness. It didn't. Pushing it away again he looked at the empty space beside him. The pillow still smelled like her, even after a week of emptiness next to him.
Memories of times when the vacant spot beside him had been filled tortured him. Her smile, her laugh, the look in her eyes, her touch. He closed he eyes against the jagged edges of pain. She had found someone else's arms to lay in, someone else to laugh, and joke and tease. Someone else to love. He had to deal with that.
Giving up on sleep, he stood and walked through his apartment, hoping that if he couldn't sleep then coffee would help. A fresh wave of pain ached as his gaze tracked his apartment, yet again finding all the evidence that she had gone. Empty slots in the record collection, pictures gone from the side, her mug gone from its place next to his beside the coffeemaker.
Having enough of the pain he left the apartment, jogging in the cool darkness to his jeep. The drive calmed him. He had no direction, just the need for the darkness to swallow him and clear his head. To enable him to sort the tangled mess of emotions she had left behind. He was tired of this, of thoughts of her crowding and suffocating him. The baggage that came from loving her. Finally, head clear, he pulled up outside of a local bar, knowing he could walk the short distance to his apartment if he had to.
He flicked open the small box that had still been sat in the seat next to him, the ring glittered in the dim lighting. He had planned on giving it to her after they had cracked that last case but she had her own surprise in store. The only real blessing had been in not knowing. Their future had still been a mystery. Not knowing is sometimes a good thing.
Tossing the box into the glove compartment, he climbed out of the car and made his way into the bar. He smiled back at the pretty brunette bartender as she leaned towards him, the name tag said Emma, she had a smile ready as he gave her his order. That smile held promises wrapped with the darkness of her gaze.
2months later
He laughed as he left the lab seeing Emma, his girlfriend, sat of the bonnet of his jeep, mini skirt slipping higher as she slip down to wrap his arms round him. The kiss was hot and filled with passion before they were interrupted by called from the guys.
"Way to go!"
"Who's the hottie?"
He smiled before capturing Emma's lips again, then caught her hand leading her to the passenger side of the jeep. He opened the door for Emma with a smile but the smile dropped as he saw who was watching him. She stood at the entrance of the crime lab, face strained as she watched him, as she watched them. He still thought about her sometimes but Emma was easing the hurt. From the look on Sara's face her's had only just began. Greg knew what she was thinking, how the memories would torment and haunt her. He'd been though the same hell when he'd found out about Grissom. She'd lost him forever. She'dthink about him now.
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
Hit the button...you know ya want to lol.