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Sunburnt CSIDisclaimer: I do not own CSI or the characters.
"Honey, can you do me a favour?" Sara asked her husband from the couch in his office.
"Sure, what do you want?" Grissom asked, putting down the case file he was looking at.
Sara smiled at the unintentional insinuation, "Well, there's a lot I want, but I want most right now?"
"Mm?" Grissom encouraged.
"Is M&M's," Sara said, absently rubbing her stomach.
"M&M's?" Grissom repeated.
"Yes, but not just any type of M&M's, the mini ones,"
"Why the mini ones?" Grissom asked.
"They remind me of pop corn, Sara said as if that answered the question.
"And you want pop corn?" Grissom asked becoming confused on how M&M's linked to popcorn.
"No, I said I want Mini M&M's," Sara corrected.
"Okay," Grissom said, and then got up from his chair and went in search of Mini M&M's, returning a few minutes later with a little 25g tube of Mini M&M's.
Sara just li
Soul SearchingA woman sat on the warm sand; her bare feet on the wet sand as the waves rolled up and she let the water wash over her feet, the sun shone down on her and she closed her eyes, a light breeze gently blew her hair behind her as she sat peacefully, thinking about anything and everything, yet at the same time, thinking of nothing, just sitting and looking out at the clear blue water in front of her.
While on top of a sand dune, not far from the woman, a man sat, mirroring the woman except he wasn't in the water and the wind was harsher as it ripped its way through his thin clothes. The sun didn't beat down on him as it was hidden by the tree that he sat under.
The woman looked out onto the vast blue ocean and what she could see of the wide water was light and calm. The sand beneath her feet was soft and the crashing and receding waves buried her toes lightly.
The man looked down on the woman and the vast sea of vegetation and sand, but what he saw of the ocean water was not cal
Willow TreeWillow Tree
Disclaimer: I don't own the x files or the characters, I'm just borrowing them.
A/N: Set not lone after Audrey Pauly.
He knelt down on the wet road, cradling Monica's body, one arm around her shoulders, tilting her head towards him, his other arm around her middle. The rain beat down on John and he shielded Monica from the falling water as her life force mixed with the same liquid that he tried to protect her from, and it flowed away, towards the drain. Monica's usually bright eyes, sparked with defiance, determination and happiness, now dull and lifeless, stared up at him
John's phone rang and his eyes snapped open, and he breathed heavily for a few moments, letting the phone ring as the heavy weight of Monica's 'death' lifted and he realised it was only a dream. His nightmares where getting worse since Monica's brush with death not along ago after her car crash.
John finally picked up his phone and dismissed the alarm, turning off the infer
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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