Somebody To Love
It was another slow week, which meant it gave the CSI plenty of time to be reflective on that week's events, something he'd been avoiding. Dropping his kit unceremoniously into his locker, Danny tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it in also, followed by kicking off his boots and slamming the door shut.
The water came hot and fast, he scrubbed at his face, hoping that the more he did the less he'd notice the tears.
He thought he'd had it all, a job he worked hard at, a woman who actually had a mutual interest in him and a social existence outside of the labs.
But now it'd all come crashing around his feet, and seeing no way out.
All he wanted was balance, something that would bring him some peace in the daily chaotic existence that was his life. To be surrounded by people who loved him as much as he did them. Which was why his social circle was always tightly knit despite outside perceptions.
But with one action and words that'd slipped off of his tongue without so much as a second thought, it was all gone.