Post by bluebean on May 21, 2007 3:35:56 GMT 1
A/N: Yay for Sheldon/Stella Enjoy, please review. Takes place after "Heart of Glass."
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI New York.
Together
She slipped quietly through the door and tossed her keys and purse onto the entryway table, silently praying that he had already gone to sleep. She slipped her shoes from her feet and crept slowly down the hall, but when she saw that the living room light on she gave up her attempt at staying quiet. She stepped to the doorway and leaned against the frame, crossing her arms and looking him in the eye as he stood from his chair and walked over to her. She felt the tears starting to fall as he placed a soft hand on her cheek and ran his thumb gently across her face.
“Are you all right?” he asked. She nodded and lifted her hand to cup his. He kissed her forehead softly before wrapping his fingers around hers and lowering their hands. He rested his head against hers and looked down into her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I had to…,” she trailed off, and he shook his head, raising his free fingers to her lips. He was telling her it was okay, that she didn’t need to explain. She looked up into his eyes, gazing at the empathy inside them. For once she could understand why it had hurt him so much to be a doctor, to be afraid of losing a life. For the first time she felt like she truly knew why he had changed professions.
“I love you,” he whispered, and her tears turned into sobs. He pulled her to him, cupping her head in one hand and rubbing her back with the other. She wept into his shirt. She crumbled in his arms. Mac and seen a few tears, but with him she could break down.
“Can we sit down?” she asked after she had gotten her sobs under control. Tears were still flowing down her cheeks, but she had subdued them enough to breathe more regularly and actually speak.
He led her to the couch and the sat, side by side. She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting the last of her tears leave dark spots on his shirt. She took a deep, shuddering breath and straightened up; looking him in the eye.
“At the crime scene,” she said. “I dropped a piece of glass on my arm and,” she swallowed, “it had the victim’s blood on it.”
“AIDS is a wimpy virus,” he said, and she forced a smile. “It can only survive for about an hour outside of the body.” She nodded, but her smile fell.
“I’m scared,” she whispered, and he nodded.
“I understand,” he said. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She traced his shoulder blades with her fingers and let more tears escape from behind her eyes.
“What will we do,” she inquired, “if I’m positive?” He pulled back and looked her in the eyes. She lowered her gaze, but he cupped his hand under her chin and lifted her head to face him.
“I love you,” he said. “And we’ll get through this.” The honesty in his voice made her smile, really smile. Not forced, not shaky and scared, but a true smile.
“I love you, too,” she said, and he smiled as well. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, and she returned it.
“Shall we turn in?” he asked, standing and taking her hand. She nodded and stood and they walked slowly into the bedroom, leaning on each other the entire way.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI New York.
Together
She slipped quietly through the door and tossed her keys and purse onto the entryway table, silently praying that he had already gone to sleep. She slipped her shoes from her feet and crept slowly down the hall, but when she saw that the living room light on she gave up her attempt at staying quiet. She stepped to the doorway and leaned against the frame, crossing her arms and looking him in the eye as he stood from his chair and walked over to her. She felt the tears starting to fall as he placed a soft hand on her cheek and ran his thumb gently across her face.
“Are you all right?” he asked. She nodded and lifted her hand to cup his. He kissed her forehead softly before wrapping his fingers around hers and lowering their hands. He rested his head against hers and looked down into her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I had to…,” she trailed off, and he shook his head, raising his free fingers to her lips. He was telling her it was okay, that she didn’t need to explain. She looked up into his eyes, gazing at the empathy inside them. For once she could understand why it had hurt him so much to be a doctor, to be afraid of losing a life. For the first time she felt like she truly knew why he had changed professions.
“I love you,” he whispered, and her tears turned into sobs. He pulled her to him, cupping her head in one hand and rubbing her back with the other. She wept into his shirt. She crumbled in his arms. Mac and seen a few tears, but with him she could break down.
“Can we sit down?” she asked after she had gotten her sobs under control. Tears were still flowing down her cheeks, but she had subdued them enough to breathe more regularly and actually speak.
He led her to the couch and the sat, side by side. She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting the last of her tears leave dark spots on his shirt. She took a deep, shuddering breath and straightened up; looking him in the eye.
“At the crime scene,” she said. “I dropped a piece of glass on my arm and,” she swallowed, “it had the victim’s blood on it.”
“AIDS is a wimpy virus,” he said, and she forced a smile. “It can only survive for about an hour outside of the body.” She nodded, but her smile fell.
“I’m scared,” she whispered, and he nodded.
“I understand,” he said. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She traced his shoulder blades with her fingers and let more tears escape from behind her eyes.
“What will we do,” she inquired, “if I’m positive?” He pulled back and looked her in the eyes. She lowered her gaze, but he cupped his hand under her chin and lifted her head to face him.
“I love you,” he said. “And we’ll get through this.” The honesty in his voice made her smile, really smile. Not forced, not shaky and scared, but a true smile.
“I love you, too,” she said, and he smiled as well. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, and she returned it.
“Shall we turn in?” he asked, standing and taking her hand. She nodded and stood and they walked slowly into the bedroom, leaning on each other the entire way.