Title: Haunting
Summery: Mostly a D/R ship, with a lot of definate lies about Monica's past, but it came to me, and i thought it would be fun to write.
Disclaimer: Thankfully, it isn't mine, i would've killed everyone off the show due to frustration, but Damn Chris Carter for making some awesome characters when no matter how hard i've tried, i can't. But one Day, Chris, one day...
Please review, no flames hopefully, but they are better than nothing.
Monica Reyes didn't have to think hard in order to fall back into her childhood. It was always there, lurking on the edge of her sub-conious, waiting for the right moment to pounce. The middle of a case wasn't the right time for them to come however, especially with feelings escalating between herself and Doggett. Recently she had found his presence slightly intoxicating, and just being around him made her have feelings that she hadn't had scince her last ex-boyfriend years ago, feelings that were purely sexual. So, it didn't help that when she saw the victim she started crying, and then Doggett, in a rare show of tenderness, pulled her away from the body and asked her what was the matter. His hand had rested lightly on her back, and between the painful memories of her past, and the intoxicating closeness of her partner, she didn't know what she was feeling anymore. But as soon as he had dropped her off at her apartment, the walls came closing in on her. She jumped up and decided to run down to the cornor store. She was in the perfect mood to drink herself into obliviation, screw the hangover she knew would be there tomarrow.
Monica groggily punched the alarm clock on the side of her bed. 6'o clock in the morning. Her head was already doing somersaults. Dreams of evils were dispelled as she turned on the bedside lamp and inwardly groaned at the pain it sent slicing through her forehead. Hangovers, she could deal with though, perhaps not in her usual happy-go-lucky perky style, but she would deal. Daylight helped put her traumatic past behind her, and gave her the illusion that maybe, one day, she would find someone to love her and not hurt her like she had been hurt. She wouldn't miss the sun for the world.