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Warning(s)?: A little bit of swearing. 12 and under pretty please turn back.

Her POV

"I'm not worth anything."

"Your worth everything."

"I disagree. I'm not perfect, pretty or smart. I can't be worth anything."

"You're beautiful, intelligent and perfect. You are worth everything."

"So, how messed up are you since Jessica's death?"

.:.:.:.

She swung her mocha brown hair back into a ponytail as she saw Adam saunter towards her. Plastering a smile on her ruby lips, she grinned and said "Hey Adam! Have you seen Donny anywhere?"

"No sorry, bab-" He cut himself off when he realized he was about her call her babe. Her breath caught on her throat and tear boiled in her eyes.

"I'm not your 'babe' anymore, Adam. Don't even try that with me." Picking at the chip in her purple nail polish, she bit her lip.

"Sorry. I haven't seen him. I think that he's with Danny."

"Thanks." She impulsively kisses him and then stumbles back, "Sorry!" Green eyes widen and her soul fills with regret. There's a bright red kiss mark on his lips. Guilt fills her body as she realizes that their small 'relationship' has cause so much damage that it just might break them.

She runs from the room, long brown hair curled around her face. Tears have started to drip down her smooth cheeks as she then spots Danny.

"Sketch! Are you okay." She shakes her head.

"I kissed Adam."

.:.:.:.

Her pencil runs across the page as she listen to the victim.

Abbi Payne. 16. Light blue eyes. Curly red hair. Survivor of a violent rape and the witness to her sisters murder, "Would you have said that his eyes looked like this."

"Almost. Just that little bit closer together. She picked up her rubber and changed the location of the eyes.

"Stop!" Abbi screams. The brunette rushes to her side, "Are you okay?"

"That's him." She whispers. Looking down at the paper, the green eyed woman thanked Abbi and handed her drawing to Mac.

"Thanks Sketch. I'll get this into the data base right now. Good job."

"It's what I'm payed for." She joked.

"Go home and get some rest. You look wasted."

"Flash migraine." She weakly smiled and walk into her lab. Grabbing a flowerly Channel handbag from the floor, she walked from the room and then felt her legs give out.

.:.:.:.

"You okay, Sketch?" She heard Don's voice.

"Just tired."

"You shouldn't have taken a double shift."

"Someone needs to drive her home."

"I'll do it." Don volunteered.

.:.:.:.

She had fallen asleep in the car. Don carried her inside his flat and looked at the thin girl. Her stunning green eyes where closed, skin; slightly warm and silky hair smooth against shirt.

Pulling off her heels and then stripping her down to her underwear; Don tucked her into his bed and then went into the living room to watch Hawaii Five-O reruns.

.:.:.:.

When the girl awoke from her slumber, she wasn't where she had last been. She was in someone's bed.

"Oh God." She cursed. Swinging her legs from her bed, she went to run from the room when he realize that she was

a) in underwear

b) in Don's bedroom.

Pulling one of old shirts, she inhales his scent and slip it over her smooth skin. Opening the door, she lightly pitter-pattered into the living room to see Don curled asleep on the couch. Smiling at him, she tucked a blanket around him and walks onto the balcony.

She draws when she's worried.

1078 lines, 4593 erased lines and a sun rise later, Don wrapped his arms around her curvy middle, placing kisses along her neck.

"Don?"

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"I love you. I love everything about you, Sketch."

"Say my name."

"E-" His voice is cut off by her phone singing One Direction's, Best Song Ever, "You should get that."

"That would mean leaving you." She laughed, tossing her glossy brown hair over her shoulder and allowing over Don to cover her mouth in kisses. The faint taste of cherry lip-gloss lingers on his lips from her and now she wraps her arms his neck.

"Hey Sketch," Mac says, "We need you at work. Three witnesses to a murder and we need you to come and draw a face for each person." voice mail.

"I need to get to work, Don -" He captures her lips in his, stopping her from speaking; she shakes her head a pulls away.

Don laughs and pulls he into a hug, "Don't leave me alone, honey."

"I need to help people." She kisses his cheek and goes back inside. Pulling some ripped jeans and light pink Doc Martins with yellow laces from her bag. Pulling them on, she pulls her hair into pigtails and rushes from the flat.

.:.:.:.

As she went into her office, the brunette quickly applied some make up and then went to find Mac. She needed to get her mind of Don.

And her body...

.:.:.:.

"He had dark blond hair," The girl whispered, "And bright blue eyes."

She sat on the couch next to a distressed teen-aged girl with golden brown hair and very dark brown eyes named Lauren. She seemed like she'd be a nice girl but due to the fact that she just saw her best friend killed; Lauren didn't seem like she really cared about being nice.

"No, his hair was darker then that." Lauren frowned at the brunette and said, "You're a useless piece of shit. I can't believe that they hired you of all people."

It took every inch of her not to kill the teen.

She hated people.

.:.:.:.

"Sketch? Can I talk to you?" Mac asked her. She'd been putting the finishing touches on her painting. It was of her mom before she died.

"Sure Mac." She grinned.

She followed him into his office, "Your ex-relationship with Adam Ross isn't affecting your work, is it?"

"No sir." She whispered.

"Are you sure?"

"I am sure. My past relationship with Adam isn't ever going to affect my work nor has it." The brunette runs her hands through her silky hair and then twists her hair into a low ponytail.

"Thanks, dismissed."

"Yes sir!" She saluted and wandered from the room.

.:.:.:.

"Give me the glass."

"Pardon?"

"Give. Me. The. Glass."

"But it's only got-"

"Lies. I'm not stupid. I can smell it."

"Fine." He hands her the glass filled with the rich liquid of alcohol. She smiles at him, with cherry red lips.

"Thank you, Don."

"Thank you, Don." He mimics.

"Don't be an ass, Don."

"Don't be an ass, Don."

"Fuck off, Don."

"I'd rather fuck you." His hands rushed around her thin waist and lips connecting with her brightly coloured ones. She pushed her head away; trying to avoid his lips. "I know that you love me."

"You don't know anything." She can taste the alcohol on his lips, "I don't like your drinking."

"I like my drinking."

I'll try to update this soon, as I am getting back into CSI: New York.