So, I did say that this was only a short piece, but I got another idea, and so it continues on. By the way, CSI is not mine, if it was, I wouldn't be on this site.
The familiar ache welled up as he watched the other CSIs laugh and joke. He looked at Catherine, always independent, gutsy, and the overall mother of the group. She was laughing at one of Greg's ever-lame jokes. Nick, passionate and dependable, with a potentially vulnerable side that was seldom uncovered, was best friends with Greg. Warrick, the usually serious and focusedCSI, had just spit coffee all over the break room table. "What's in this?" he demanded.
"It's just a little ketchup and some other things I added. Thought that it might liven up the taste a little," Greg, the crazy lab tech with a heart of gold, was practically rolling on the floor with laughter.
He almost smiled, almost laughed, but something kept him from letting anything out. The longing was there, but he was not free to express what he felt. He looked at Sara, who was laughing along with the rest. She appeared to be happy, and that made him glad. He was sorry. Sorry for all the disappointments and his reluctance to feel any emotion towards her or anyone else for that matter. Now it was too late. She was happy now, and he was content with that.As long as his team was together, he would be fine. He needed to be the strong one for them. To protect them from danger, and to be there for them. That was who he was, and who he always would be to them. Nothing more, nothing less, and it would never change. A feeling of loneliness washed over him.
He headed to his office and shut the door. The yearning wouldn't go away. It was there, like a raging fire deep within him. Nothing seemed to extinguish the feeling. He shook his head and sat down at his desk. There was a lot of paperwork to catch up on, and surely that would take his full attention.
So, there it is. Any ideas? Should I keep going? I still haven't decided whether this should have any romance in it or not. What do youguysthink?