A/N: Ok folks, this has got to be a first for me! I cannot stop writing this story. I have ideas for at least another three chapters. Well, this chapter is in Linda's Point of view (Linda is Nick's uhhhh… 'friend' lol. Anyways, I thought it would be neat. So, here you go. Enjoy and please review! I NEED reviews!

-Emily-

Disclaimer: well, Nick and Sara STILL haven't hooked up (Damn) and Nick STILL has his shirt on (Double Damn!) trust me, when I take over CSI, those will be the first changes 

He whispered her name last night in his sleep. That's the fifth time this week. He doesn't know that he says it, and I haven't told him. The first time he said her name in his sleep was a couple of days after he left her. I tried to ignore it, thinking it would stop with time. But it didn't stop. Actually, it's become a more frequent occurrence. When it started, I kept telling myself it didn't mean anything. But that's a lie. I have always known that on some level. But I kept trying to convince myself that he loves me, not her. But I can't lie to myself anymore. I have to face the truth.

He doesn't love me, he never loved me. They say the truth hurts, and that doing the right thing isn't always the easiest thing. I never really believed that until now. I know I have to let him go, before we both get hurt. I can't stay with him knowing that his heart will always belong to Sara Stokes. Or is it Sara Sidle now? I chuckle to myself. What a strange thing to wonder. I'm having the heartbreak of my life and I'm wondering if my lover-soon to be ex-lovers- ex-wife is still using his last name.

I sigh. The space beside me on the bed is vacant. He's up already. I roll slowly out of bed. I tell myself I am doing the right thing. We cant live this lie. I cant live with him, knowing love will always be absent from his touches. His "I love you's" will always be empty. His heart will always belong to her and his kids, and no one else. I hastily get dressed and walk out, heading towards the kitchen, where he probably is. It's time. This is without a doubt one of, if not the toughest thing I will ever do. I tell myself this is for the best, and that we cant go on like this. Nevertheless, it still hurts to let him go.

I walk down the hallway to the kitchen, savoring the aroma of freshly brood coffee that engulfs me as I enter the small kitchen. He's standing there, his eyes bloodshot. He hasn't gotten much sleep and it looks as though he's been crying. He turns toward me and gives me a forced smile. He then glances down at the floor and shifts nervously.

"Linda, we uh, we need to talk." He says.

"I know." I reply. I pour myself a cup of coffee and walk into the adjacent living room. He takes a seat on the loveseat across from me and takes a deep breath.

"Linda, I um, I don't think I can see you anymore. I'm sorry, it's just…"

"Your still in love with her." I finish for him. He looks up at me, obviously startled. I smile gently. "You whispered her name in your sleep. You've don't it many times before." I explain. He nods wordlessly. We sit there in silence for a few minutes, just sipping our coffee. Finally, he breaks the silence.

"So, I'm going to need to pack up and get myself to the hotel."

"You can still stay here. I have a spare bedroom." He shakes his head.

"Linda, I just don't think that would be a good idea. I really want to try to get her back. I know there isn't much I can do, but it's worth a shot." I understand his words; they make sense to me.

"Alright. I'll help you pack up." I tell him. Yes, I know, it's a lame excuse to get to spend just a little more time with him. He thanks me.

"Well, lets get packing." He says, getting up. I follow his lead.

"Do you know where you're going to stay?" I wonder. He nods.

"I made reservations at the Best Western." He replies.

Three hours later, we are parked in front of the small inn. I help him take out his luggage and put it in front of the entrance. I lean up to give him a final kiss, and I wrap my arms around him. He turns his head, and pulls away from my embrace. It stings a bit. Ok, I'll be truthful. It hurts like hell. But, I guess he is finally following his heart. As I drive off, I allow myself one last look at him through my rearview mirror. Big mistake; I feel my heart breaking all over again.

It Looks like I'm the fool in love with the fool who's still in love with her.

A/N: Well, there is the next chapter! I hope you liked. Well, next up is Warrick's Point of view! If you want to see it, Review!

-Emily-