Title: Sight
Rating: T just to be safe
Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI: NY. I only own the story
Spoilers: It would help if you've seen Love Run Cold.
Category: Danny; angst.
Summary: She has beautiful eyes.
A/N: Thanks for checking out this story. Reviews are greatly appreciated, but no flames please.
She has beautiful eyes, lighted by her spirit, colored by her essence.
They're a warm, chocolate brown, like the cocoa his Ma used to make on snow days when he was small. And he has discovered through close, yet inconspicuous, observation, that when the New York sunlight angles just right, you can see flecks of gold dust swirled in her gaze.
Her eyes are simultaneously lovely, honest, and haunted.
They are clear as crystal, vivid as stained glass, and all-telling.
When she laughs, whether at one of Sid's zany stories or one of his own witty remarks, her eyes come alive with a dazzling sparkle of joy.
When she's puzzled or frustrated, with him, a case, or life in general, there will be a quirky mix of innocent curiosity and flickering fireworks captured in her stare.
And when she knows something that he doesn't know, whether a detail about a case, a surprise she has for him, or the knowledge that their boss plays the guitar in a jazz band in a little bar every Wednesday night, her eyes are illuminated by a taunting flame of mystery.
When she's afraid or hurting, her eyes become grey and hollow, despite her best efforts to hide the pain.
When she's angry, one look at the fire dancing in her hard stare, and you'll damn well know it.
When she's lying, she does whatever she can to avoid direct eye contact with the person she's pouring out an untruth too, because all it takes is one look, and someone who knows her well, can see right through her charade.
Yes, he has always thought that she has beautiful eyes.
And while, admittedly, her eyes may not have been the first thing he noticed about the new girl from Montana, he certainly took notice of them soon afterwards.
And he's has been hypnotized by them ever since.