Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and never will be.
A/N: I do not know what happened when I wrote this story. It started out as a songfic to a really great song and then it got a life of itself.
We are together
We are together. I have to keep repeating that to myself when life seems to spiral out of control once again, which it does repeatedly. Frustration hits me full in the face, but it doesn't keep me from staring at her. There is something about her, something which makes me feel totally lost without her presence surrounding me. Night after night I'm hypnotized by the rise and fall of her form when she is sleeping beside me. My mind goes blank keeping me away from the doubts which will undoubtedly return in full force when my exhausted body awakes from the sleep which claimed it just a short while earlier. Who needs sleep anyway? I feed of her energy.
We are together and I do love her. It's impossible not to love her, even though she tries her best to make it impossible. She once told me she has the tendency to make the easiest things difficult. She didn't exaggerate, she really does. She is headstrong, independent and fights me all the way and when I'm honest I wouldn't want to change any of those characteristics, but when we hit another bump in the road which we often do, frustration gets the better of me and I spend another night doubting everything we represent.
We are together, but there are so many reasons why we shouldn't be. Those reasons easily outnumber the ones that say we should. I guess love doesn't submit itself to logical reasoning. We have tried to stay away from each other only to make the attraction between us stronger. She told me we were too different, but she should have known opposites attract. Love apparently does submit itself to the laws of science. This time apart, which didn't last very long, acted as a catalyst in the chemical reaction we call our relationship. Funny enough she was the one who crossed the line we had carefully drawn and we found ourselves at a point of no return.
We are together and everyone knows. She took care of that when of all days she decided to be irrational the day she decided to give us a chance. Kissing me passionately in the interrogation room while the rest of team was watching us through the glass. Love is not rational. She pointed that out to me when we got into trouble after our unprofessional conduct. The number of times she has told me that should tell you something about the times we got into trouble and the number of times we acted "unprofessionally".
We are together. It hasn't been easy, but it has been real. She is real. Laying beside me every day, reaching out to me when she notices the absence of my skin against hers. Claiming what is rightfully hers, which is me. And she is mine.
We are together. Enough said.
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