A?N: Theres only so many ways i can say this but i must I sadly and dissapointly do not own anythign associate with CSI except some merchandise!

So this is been a little long putting up, kinda ran into a bit of a writers block but its a three parter, decided not to reveal names, more confusing i know but i think its better cause i cant decide who i want it to be. Thanks for the reviews!

She's been crying again, that much he can tell as he sees her from afar. Their eyes meet, hers are filled with hope as she starts to move towards him but he looks to the ground breaking the contact. He walks away before she can reach him.

"I don't think we should" she shakes her head no, while laughing
"C'mon everybody has one" he told her
"Then what do you suggest?" she's smiling at him
"How about…hmm… this is harder than I thought" he ponders over his Cd collection
"I always wanted When You Say Nothing At All at my wedding" she looks down, realizing her slip of the tongue had brought reality back to the present.
"Then When You Say Nothing At Al It it is woman, man, or duet?"
"Woman" he went over to his computer and seconds later, the music was playing; he stood taking her in his arms.

He remembered them dancing to it all night, over and over, neither wanting to move.

No stop it, move on. She's married.

Miss me, baby
When you hear our favorite song
Miss me, baby
An' when you start to sing along,
Think about all the times that
We danced in the light to it all night long,
Oh, then miss me, baby.

He can hear as he walks in, she's sitting at the table listening to it, tears in her eyes staring straight ahead at the wall, this was hard but comforting her was how it started in the first place.

"Could we talk?" she asks, her voice wavering

"I don't think that's a good idea," he tells her as he leaves

He was taking her home, that was it, nothing to happen; after all he had asked him to take his wife home, that she wasn't feeling well.

She inserted her keys in the door, the street quiet; it was the middle of the night after all.

"You know I love you right?" she had said casually, her eyes filled with desire.

She led him inside shutting the door with a thud as she pulled him to her in a feverish kiss she lowered them to the kitchen floor and he had taken her right there with a picture of them on their wedding day watching things.

He'd been question when the doting husband had returned hours later as to why he was still here, he explained she didn't want to be alone in case anything went wrong so while she was in bed, he sat in the living room watching TV.

"Then why didn't you call me if she wanted someone?"

"She told me she didn't want to bother you"

"From now on when she wants someone to stay with her when she's sick call me"

"Okay" he left quickly without a goodbye to her, she was in the bedroom changing the sheets, after the kitchen they moved to the bedroom.

He opened his eyes, this really had to stop. He was at work for god sakes what if he had said her name?

And want me, honey,
Like you did the night you told me that you loved me.
We couldn't wait anymore, left the keys in the door,
Took my hand, pulled me down on the kitchen floor:
Yeah, we were that crazy,
Miss me, baby.

His eyes drifted closed once again, unable to stop them but only for a few minutes when hands grabbed him from behind

"Guess who!" she whispered too close to his ear, he jumped up out of her reached; no work was a enormous NO. He'd stopped it, put an end to things, only she didn't see it that way, either way, they would never be together again.

"What are you doing?" he asked in between gasping for breath

"I'm playing a game with my friend"

"We're not friends" he sternly told her

"I know we're lovers" she said a little too loudly

"Keep your voice down, and not anymore. It's done. We're Done" he reminded her

"Why" she asked, her eyes filling once again with tears

"What don't you understand? You're married"

"But if I tell him I want a divorce could be together then?"

"No"

"Please?" she moves closer to him, he's got nowhere left to go, the fridge is behind him and she's still moving closer.

Cause when he's holding you
Know that it's killing me
Let my mem'ry be the reason, girl, that you can't sleep
And every time you feel his touch,
I pray to god its not enough
That I've touched your heart so deeply
That you can't shake me
Cause I love you, yes I love you
Miss me baby

"Stop" she stopped but only for a second and moved closer still. He made his break for it running for the door, her hand missing him by a mere inch.

That had been way to close, he had to distance himself from her, get away from her, and avoid her. How do you avoid the person you love? This is what he wanted but he wasn't willing to be the other man, and so what if she said she would get a divorce what were the chances she would follow through with that? Huh when did they ever?

Miss me baby
Till you can't take it anymore
Miss me baby

He closed his eyes and leaned against the coolness of the lockers, a place where he could think, but this is where it began; he couldn't move. His brain short wired and the legs weren't listening. His eyes staring into the wood of the bench in front of him. He can almost see her sitting there crying.

"Get a grip on yourself" he told himself as he shoved himself off back into the world.

She became obsessive following him, when he didn't know it, she would watch him from her car. Dreaming of fantasies or ways that she could purposely run into him but make it look like an accident. Casually running into him at the grocery store, showing up at the coffee shop by his place, the little things.

On the third day of 'accidentally' meeting at the coffee shop, he grabbed her by the arm outside not very happy.

"What the hell are you doing? What are you trying to prove?" his fingers digging into her flesh. She smiled.

"What do you think I'm doing?" she asked back

"I really don't know" he shot back

"Have you ever felt alive? I have once, when I'm with you" she told him

"What are you getting at?"

"Just one last time make me feel alive"

"That's what its about sex? You want sex?" his temper boiling, she nodded

"I don't believe this, get in the damn car" he flung his door open as she climbed in the passenger side, grinning from ear to ear.

A man watched from across street, in an unmarked sedan, he watched his wife get into a car she had no business getting into, with a man that shouldn't have been more than a friend. They had a fight, he could tell by the way his colleague grabbed his wives arm and dragged her outside. He shouted in her face, he knew from the body language, then it stopped and they were getting into his car, off to his place. And god help him he followed them.