Post by Doreen on Nov 7, 2005 15:41:04 GMT 1
*DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to CSI:NY except for the story written below. I wrote this fic in less than 10 minutes so it's kinda short.*
*Another Flack/Aiden fan fic from me. Flack goes to visit Aiden but finds out that she’s moving and that she’s never coming back.*
It’s been a few weeks since Aiden got fired. Flack reread the piece of paper in his hand. In it was Aiden’s address which she gave him last year.
“Come over for dinner,” she said to him that time. “We’re having Chinese food; I know it’s your favorite.”
Alright, so Flack probably came over not because of Chinese food (not that he doesn’t like it) but because of Aiden. He remembered that night like it recently happened. Mac, Stella and Danny were at her apartment too. But Flack only had eyes for Aiden that night and she for him. It was obvious.
Flack smiled to himself as he remembered all the “secret sessions” he and Aiden had in the locker room when she was still working as a CSI. Ever since she got fired, Flack found it hard to concentrate on his job but luckily he wasn’t the type to dwell on things for so long.
Back to reality; Flack looked at the building. He read the address again just to be sure. Once he confirmed it was the correct one, he went inside and got into an elevator. He pushed the button to go to the 12th floor. As the elevator slowly rose up, he leaned against the wall. It was Danny who persuaded him to go see Aiden. He played back his conversation with Danny at work earlier.
“Go on; go see her,” Danny said to him.
“No – I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I’m not even sure if she still stays there anymore.”
“How could you be sure when you haven’t even tried?”
“Look -”
“No, you look here. You love her, Flack. You love Aiden. And she loves you too. I could tell. I could tell by the look in your eyes and in hers. If you really love her, you’d go see her after work. Don’t lose her.”
*Bing* The elevator reached the 12th floor. Flack walked towards door number 132. He took a deep breath and ringed the doorbell. Flack was expecting a middle-aged man with a potbelly holding a beer can to open the door. Or a fat old lady whose hair was full of rollers and green facial mask on her face. But he was wrong.
He was about to turn around and walked away when a voice called out his name. A very familiar voice.
“Flack?”
Flack turned around and saw Aiden standing there dressed in short pants and a t-shirt. She may not be dressed in her usual fashionable outfits but to Flack; she still looked gorgeous.
“Aiden,” he said, coming closer. He stepped inside her apartment and she closed the door.
“I miss you, Aiden,” he said.
“I miss you too, Flack.”
They embraced each other tightly. Neither one said anything to each other. Flack looked into her eyes and saw sadness. Suddenly he felt a growing pain in his chest.
“Flack, there’s something I should tell you.”
“What? What is it?”
“I’m - I’m moving.”
Flack could not believe his ears. “Moving? Where? Why?”
“My new job. I have to move to Florida.”
“For how long?”
“It’s permanent.”
Flack could not believe what he’s hearing. He sighed. “But will I ever see you again?”
“I don’t know, Flack,” said Aiden. “I don’t know.”
“When will you be moving?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Damn it…”
Aiden wrapped her arms around Flack. Flack could feel tears brimming around his eyes but blinked them away.
“Kiss me,” she said. “Kiss me one last time.”
And he did. As they kissed, both wished that this moment could last forever. But the truth in reality forbade them to do so.
*Another Flack/Aiden fan fic from me. Flack goes to visit Aiden but finds out that she’s moving and that she’s never coming back.*
It’s been a few weeks since Aiden got fired. Flack reread the piece of paper in his hand. In it was Aiden’s address which she gave him last year.
“Come over for dinner,” she said to him that time. “We’re having Chinese food; I know it’s your favorite.”
Alright, so Flack probably came over not because of Chinese food (not that he doesn’t like it) but because of Aiden. He remembered that night like it recently happened. Mac, Stella and Danny were at her apartment too. But Flack only had eyes for Aiden that night and she for him. It was obvious.
Flack smiled to himself as he remembered all the “secret sessions” he and Aiden had in the locker room when she was still working as a CSI. Ever since she got fired, Flack found it hard to concentrate on his job but luckily he wasn’t the type to dwell on things for so long.
Back to reality; Flack looked at the building. He read the address again just to be sure. Once he confirmed it was the correct one, he went inside and got into an elevator. He pushed the button to go to the 12th floor. As the elevator slowly rose up, he leaned against the wall. It was Danny who persuaded him to go see Aiden. He played back his conversation with Danny at work earlier.
“Go on; go see her,” Danny said to him.
“No – I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I’m not even sure if she still stays there anymore.”
“How could you be sure when you haven’t even tried?”
“Look -”
“No, you look here. You love her, Flack. You love Aiden. And she loves you too. I could tell. I could tell by the look in your eyes and in hers. If you really love her, you’d go see her after work. Don’t lose her.”
*Bing* The elevator reached the 12th floor. Flack walked towards door number 132. He took a deep breath and ringed the doorbell. Flack was expecting a middle-aged man with a potbelly holding a beer can to open the door. Or a fat old lady whose hair was full of rollers and green facial mask on her face. But he was wrong.
He was about to turn around and walked away when a voice called out his name. A very familiar voice.
“Flack?”
Flack turned around and saw Aiden standing there dressed in short pants and a t-shirt. She may not be dressed in her usual fashionable outfits but to Flack; she still looked gorgeous.
“Aiden,” he said, coming closer. He stepped inside her apartment and she closed the door.
“I miss you, Aiden,” he said.
“I miss you too, Flack.”
They embraced each other tightly. Neither one said anything to each other. Flack looked into her eyes and saw sadness. Suddenly he felt a growing pain in his chest.
“Flack, there’s something I should tell you.”
“What? What is it?”
“I’m - I’m moving.”
Flack could not believe his ears. “Moving? Where? Why?”
“My new job. I have to move to Florida.”
“For how long?”
“It’s permanent.”
Flack could not believe what he’s hearing. He sighed. “But will I ever see you again?”
“I don’t know, Flack,” said Aiden. “I don’t know.”
“When will you be moving?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Damn it…”
Aiden wrapped her arms around Flack. Flack could feel tears brimming around his eyes but blinked them away.
“Kiss me,” she said. “Kiss me one last time.”
And he did. As they kissed, both wished that this moment could last forever. But the truth in reality forbade them to do so.
