A.N.: I actually wasn't planning on updating today but one of my favorite things about writing fan fiction is that we authors have the unique ability to write in second person. I adore second person and don't get opportunity to write in it often, so this is where this little piece came from. Hopefully, you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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x. you
When he first tells you that he's going to be gone for a week –he's taking Alexis to visit some colleges on the West coast- your immediate thought is 'Yes'. You know it sounds awful but part of you is secretly relieved to have your pre-Nikki Heat life back. Even if it's only for a seven days.
At first, it's nice. You have forgotten what it feels like to be simply 'detective' and not 'detective plus writer'. It's nice to go into dangerous situations and not have the thought in the back of your mind that he's going to show up out of nowhere and get himself –or others- hurt. It's nice to talk to witnesses and not have him hovering over your shoulder in the background. It's nice to sit down at your desk after hours and not have his constant commentary on the day's events trailing in after you. It's nice to interrogate suspects without him sitting there, right beside you. You like it.
But then, somewhere around Wednesday –or Tuesday if you were completely honest with yourself-, you start to realize you miss him. You miss the way he used to greet you in the morning with a hot cup of coffee and Danish. You miss the way he used to stand in the background while you talk to the parents; simply stand there, just in case you needed his support or anything. You miss bouncing ideas and suggestions off of him; oftentimes it feels as if he is the only one around the precinct with the ability to think outside the box. You miss his smart-assed comments in the car and you miss the way he used to watch you across the room as if he physically couldn't keep his eyes off you. You miss his over-the-top, childish excitement at receiving a new case and you even miss the way his eyes used to light up whenever he figured something out. But most of all, you miss him.
And because you are a woman who prides herself on not becoming too attached to anything, cases or men, that scares you more then any hot headed robber or dangerous criminal ever could.
