Bench Swimsuits Collections Table illusory: # 30 Again

Author: sony_km / / sony
Fandom: CSI: New York
Claim: Don Flack / Jessica Angell
Table: Here!
Topic: # 30 - Once again
Title: She's gone.
Summary: was there, in front of you. Life had been given a second chance.
Notes: Maybe one another spoiler. Today I saw that episode (the end of the fifth season). Hell, I almost cried.

The title comes from this chapter, Flacsat on the sofa, he opened a bottle and started drinking, alternating between fast and slow, his eyes lost in the distance, evoking memories that still remained fresh in his head.

When he had drunk who knows how many beers, he felt sleepy, he would not go to his bed, he preferred to lie there, where he was, and go with the weight that now invaded; gradually fell into a deep sleep I thought I needed . did not know how long he had slept, when he heard a female voice saying his name, urging him to get up, because she had work to do. His voice was familiar, at first thought it was Stella, who came to find out what had happened, because none wereOur company come to work at the usual time, then realized that Stella could not enter your apartment just like that, and that

that was not his voice. He opened his eyes, a little annoyed by sunlight coming through a window. By looking at the person standing beside him, blinked, thinking it was a dream, but this was real, tried to speak, but the newly formed lump in his throat prevented it.
- What am I doing here? Is that what you want to know? - She asked, he nodded "It's a long story," he added "I'm sorry I put you through. "I have time, you can tell me - he replied, recovering his composure. -No. You have to go to work. "But ... " It's a long story. Go when you get back I'll be here. I promise. "And you tell me how is that ...
" We can leave that for later, do not you think?

There was no answer because, in reality, Flack does not care much for the reason, thinking it only mattered that she was there. And though I could not imagine why she had done everything he did, chose to accept his apology to form conjectures. After all, he had to regain that lost time, saying what had been said before ... So many things, not knowing where to start. You really had to go to work? I wanted to be with her,

really wanted to be with her

.

Jessica sat next to him, without looking away from her face had been so long since the last time I had seen. Glad you see it, as it was now: a little happy, a little nervous. Nevertheless, Flack went to work, she had insisted, after all know defense. He seemed like an eternity days, from arrival at the crime scene to the capture and imprisonment of the guilty, all the while his mind was heading for the girl who waited in the apartment. Before returning to the station, at the end of the day, exchanged a few words with Danny, promising that he would go for a drink with him one of those days, then hastily took leave and went to the station, it had a reportto deliver.
"Hi - Jessica said when she saw him enter, was sitting in his desk chair Why did it take so long?
"I'm sorry -" he muttered. He took a folder and went, a few seconds back, ready to go, "Why did you come? - He asked.
- I can not come to visit?
"Sure you can. You could also go back to work. Something in his tone sounded like a plea, so Jessica decided to think about it, told him, taking care to hide the fear that kept returning to the fact. He seemed grateful, and it seemed that enough.

Flack led the way to his apartment, listening to what Jessica had to say; claror had been warned before that was a condensed version of all the long and convoluted history. Asked no questions, only heard and understood each and every one of his reasons.

Again, the detective opened the door of his apartment, just tired. However, this time, the feeling of loneliness was gone. She was with him, it made him feel much better.

- Want to make dinner? - She asked. "I have hunger," he said "I'll sleep. -Ah. Wait. In a second I'm there. Flack walked, almost ran, towards his bed. It quickly shed his clothes and lay down, covering her with blankets while waiting. She took as minutes, which seemed too long Flack, wanted her in his arms, feeling his body to his hand, caresses of their hands, closed her eyes and imagining lying on the bed beside her.
felt a weight on his chest, interrupting her fantasy as opening his eyes he saw his brown hair, that they both missed, I stroked a long time, until he decided to break the silence:

-Jess, maybe ... -. He paused, then hearing her name, she did not move ... Jess - shook slightly, was asleep. Decided to leave it alone and concentrate instead on the texture of her skin beneath his hands, another thing I missed it, and at last her eyes closed, overcome by sleep, with a strange joy of growing slowlyclash within himself and the woman he loved sleeping beside him. ***





still half asleep, Flack turned and fell down, got up, sore, cursing. I expected to hear a laugh, however, there was no sound. Missed looked around, did not recall the time that had gone to sleep in the sofa was very comfortable in the bed with her.

- Jess? - Called, looking around, looking for her, went to her room, she should be on the bed, but the room was clean, the bed made and not a trace of Jessica. Flack
searched his things until you find your mobile phone, searched his contact number for Jessica, that he had given while they were in the car the previous nightr. When he found his name on the list, marked ...



"The number you have dialed is out of service"



Flack tried again, then again, then a third time. The did you check the number, you may be missing a digit, or he was wrong to keep it, the number was the same as it was before he died and that he still retained.

Slowly, he sat on the bed. Landing heavily on reality Jessica Angell was gone. All that happened was a dream. The liquor had been given a chance to live that dream, to feel freely and without fear, to dream and remember.
This, again, a final again.