"On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance?
Cause with you, I'd withstand all of hell to hold your hand.
I'd give it all, I'd give for us.
Give anything, but I wont give up.
I wanted, I wanted you to stay.
Cause I needed, I need to hear you say-
That I love you, I loved you all along.
And I forgive you, for being away for far too long.
So keep breathing, 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore.
Hold onto me, and never let me go."
-Nickleback – Far Away.
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I put my final DD5 on my "finished" pile and let out a sigh of relief. For the first time since I can actually remember I'm not taking mountains of paperwork home with me.
Great, I muse to myself, as I stretch, nothing to occupy myself with.
I glance at the office clock and let a smile creep across my face. One hour till clocking out time. And, if I'm lucky, we wont be requested at a scene.
Meaning I can go home and sleep the weekend away.
I sit for a few minutes, and just watch the crime lab. It's a fascinating place. So many people that excel at what they love to do.
New York really is the place where people come to live the dream.
A gentle knocking at the office door disturbs my thoughts. I wave Flack in and smile politely, praying to the higher powers that he isn't here to request my ass at a crime scene.
He places a piece of paper on my desk and grins at me.
"What's that?" I ask as I crane my neck to look at the small piece of paper.
"You better get going," He said simply as he turned toward the doorway
"Huh? Flack, what do you mean? Have I been requested at a scene?"
"Just read the information and go with your instincts, alright?"
I shake my head as he bounces off down the corridor. I turn the piece of paper over. It has 3 simple pieces of information on it.
JFK. 3PM, Flight #. 18275 K
My eyes widen and I take a deep breath.
He's coming home.
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I take a deep breath as friends and family are reunited with loved ones. Some emotional welcomes home, some loving.
None that I see are awkward. And I pray to god that I'm not the exception.
I stare at the double doors leading from baggage claim, not even blinking. If I blink, I might miss him.
I glance at the little girl and her mother stood next to me. The little girl had been bouncing up and down, getting excited at every person that crossed through the door.
"DADDY" she screamed as she took off toward the baggage claim doors.
I feel tears burn the rims of my eyes, as the little girl flings her arms around his neck and his wife wraps herself around him.
Oh yeah, awkward doesn't even cut this "situation" I've gone and got myself in.
I take a deep breath and shift my weight from one leg to the other. Glancing at my watch, I sigh. 3:45 – surely he should have been through security and everything by now.
Maybe he changed his mind?
I decide that I'll wait another 5 minutes, until I head toward the exit.
My eyes are glued to the double doors, and I become uncomfortably aware of how empty the arrivals lounge now seems to be.
I glance down at my watch. 3.49 – one minute left.
I close my eyes in attempts to stop the tears from falling. He didn't come.
I turn, taking a deep breath and head for the exit, tears threatening to fall...
"Lindsay?"
I stop. My heart has now apparently taken residence in my throat. I turn slowly, tears cascading down my face as I turn to look at him.
Blinking, I wait for his reaction. We both stand there for what seems like hours eyes locked with the others.
He drops his bag, and rushes towards me. It takes a few seconds to register, but once it does, I mirror his actions and drop my purse, and run towards him.
Neither of us slows as we approach the other. I find myself wrapped in his arms, him holding me tight.
I grip tighter to him, and he uses both hands to pick me up supporting my weight with his strong arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
"I wont give up on us, Lindsay."
"I thought you weren't going to come back, that maybe you changed your mind" I sob into his strong chest
"I told you, Linds. It wasn't a goodbye, it was see you later" He says as he kisses me lightly. "I could never leave you. Not even if I wanted to. I love you too much"
My eyes widened "You what?"
"I've loved you all along."
A single tear rolls down my face and he wipes it away with the pad of his thumb.
"I'm sorry I left Lindsay," he said as he set me down lightly, and took my hand "I needed time."
"I know, and I get that."
"I think we need to talk, like really need to talk"
"I know just the place"
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oops. So i kinda forgot about this story, for a second or two... So here's the filler chap, and i mean, who doesnt love an airport scene, right :). Thanks to all those who read and reviewed last chapter.