Talking
By: Alexandria
Rating- G to PG.
Authors note- I've changed some minor spelling and grammer things, what do you expect when you write something at 1 in the morning. Hopefully this is easier to read and understand.
"I thought I find you here." I heard the familiar voice behind me, my fingers gripping the fence tighter. I felt her familiar hands on my shoulders, sliding to my sides, letting me know she was there. "I talked to Grissom, he told me about the case."
"I blew it." I felt her fingers tighten softly, comforting me slightly, her voice itself was a comfort.
"You couldn't have known."
"I let my emotions block everything I was trained, I lost it."
"It happens babe." Shaking my head. Watching, feeling her slide around me, under my arm, leaning against the fence. "It happens."
"Not to all of us." Reminding her, I see her eyes widen slightly, before tilting her head to one side.
"It even happens to him, he just tells everyone it doesn't. There will be one case that gets to us, some of us have more than others. You caught the guy."
"And put a good man in prison because I couldn't see the facts clear." Sighing as her hands frame my face, holding my gaze, the deep coffee color always expressed what she felt now it expressed her support, her understanding, her care.
"You messed up,' she agreed but it wasn't hurtful, 'but you didn't know that he was following you, that he was going to do that."
"He was in protective custody, I shouldn't have risked it." Leaning down touching her forehead against mine. Simply taking comfort that she was there, that she cared enough to find me.
"Maybe, but it's to late now. There is nothing more that you can do, except to make sure it doesn't happen again." she looked at me softly, her words welcomed. "Lets go home."
By: Alexandria
Rating- G to PG.
Authors note- I've changed some minor spelling and grammer things, what do you expect when you write something at 1 in the morning. Hopefully this is easier to read and understand.
"I thought I find you here." I heard the familiar voice behind me, my fingers gripping the fence tighter. I felt her familiar hands on my shoulders, sliding to my sides, letting me know she was there. "I talked to Grissom, he told me about the case."
"I blew it." I felt her fingers tighten softly, comforting me slightly, her voice itself was a comfort.
"You couldn't have known."
"I let my emotions block everything I was trained, I lost it."
"It happens babe." Shaking my head. Watching, feeling her slide around me, under my arm, leaning against the fence. "It happens."
"Not to all of us." Reminding her, I see her eyes widen slightly, before tilting her head to one side.
"It even happens to him, he just tells everyone it doesn't. There will be one case that gets to us, some of us have more than others. You caught the guy."
"And put a good man in prison because I couldn't see the facts clear." Sighing as her hands frame my face, holding my gaze, the deep coffee color always expressed what she felt now it expressed her support, her understanding, her care.
"You messed up,' she agreed but it wasn't hurtful, 'but you didn't know that he was following you, that he was going to do that."
"He was in protective custody, I shouldn't have risked it." Leaning down touching her forehead against mine. Simply taking comfort that she was there, that she cared enough to find me.
"Maybe, but it's to late now. There is nothing more that you can do, except to make sure it doesn't happen again." she looked at me softly, her words welcomed. "Lets go home."