Title: The Chased Series

Author: Gomey

Archive: Anywhere, just let me know so I can brag...hehe.

Rating: G (though it might vary)

Spoilers: Down the Drain (5-02)

Disclaimer: All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.

Summary: A series of POVs – of which I am not well versed in, so please bear with me. Angst runs rampant, frolicking with feelings of longing, dreams and despair. Enjoy.

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Feeling Drained, Mr. Grissom?

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I didn't fall in love the first time I met her. Love at first sight was invented by the Americanization of film and television, giving us false hope that love - this fairy tailed bliss filled with candy kisses and everlasting flowers - can fall into our laps without so much as a second glance.

I seldom think of you once a year...

Don't get me wrong - I believe in lust and affection at first sight; both of which were arousingly present at our first meeting; but love...love needs time to blossom, to develop into a mind-numbing feeling that leaves you buzzing for days.

I seldom think of you once a month...

No, I didn't fall in love with her the first day I met her. And now...well, I passed seeking out her strawberry-blond hair, adoring her plump lips, or getting lost in her beautiful eyes...no, I passed fawning over her a long time ago. Now, I'm --in-- love with her - deeper than I ever could imagine.

I seldom think of you once a week...

I've seen her give chase and be chased by men for the past twenty years, and each time a relationship spawns from tel pursuit, my heart tears a smidgen. The last strings have grown weak over these past few years, strain due to our dwindling friendship, our hurtful secrets...my denial of our feelings, such emotions that have been vulnerable for all to witness.

I seldom think of you once every day...

And as I see her with him, one who I always had assumed to be a 'good friend', fear settles indefinitely in the pit of my stomach, taunting me with tardy circumstances. It's then I realize that, perhaps I should have given chance a stronger chase, and maybe risk would have caught up soon thereafter. My heart walks alongside her form, and whether she acknowledges it or not, I know that it shall always keep her company.

...not a second goes by when I --don't-- think about you.

–Finis–