Lean On Me
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fic_variationsTitle: Lean On Me
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Numb Stella Bonasera/Sheldon Hawkes (#3)
Words: 744
Spoilers: CSI: NY Episode 2x24 Charge of this Post
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Warnings: n/a
Author's Notes: n/a
It was late. Quiet and late. Hawkes moved from the locker room and rubbed his tired face. He was already envisioning his late night run, followed by his couch and a book. It had just been one of those days. Hell, it had been one of those months. Tensions were still high around the lab with Flack in the hospital. Everyone was worried about their friend. Because that's what he was first. Their friend.
As he made his way down the hallway, past all the offices, he stopped at a noise. He stood still in the empty hallway and his head tilted slightly as he listened.
A quiet, faint echo of music. A low, recognizable voice floating down the hall to him. Curiosity getting the better of him, as always, he moved towards the music. He was led to Stella's office where a soft desk lamp was the only light on her, aside from the lights coming in through the window. His eyes shot to her computer where the music came from quietly. He leaned against the door frame lightly and watched her.
Stella sat at her desk, fingers to her forehead, facing a file. Her eyes were closed. She wasn't sleeping, that much he could tell. She looked like she was thinking. Deeply. He narrowed his eyes slightly in thought, knowing that making his presence known would likely surprise her. He took the most gentle approach he could. “Stell,” he said quietly. She did indeed jump and look up at him. She shook her head.
“Hawkes. Hi.” She sat up straighter and tried to pull herself and her paperwork together. “What're you still doing here?”
“Had to finish logging the evidence for the Sullivan case,” he replied. She nodded and he continued to watch her. A light smile came to his lips. “Never took you for a Nat King Cole fan,” he nodded towards the computer.
She glanced over at it as well, and smiled. “Sometimes it's the only thing that helps.” Her eyes came up to meet his.
“It's late.” He moved from the door and stepped closer to her desk, his hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans. “Planning on staying here all night?”
Stella shrugged and leaned back in her chair to watch him. He'd always been the kind of person that brought calmness to a room. That was something she could appreciate in the moment. “It's not like I've been sleeping anyway.”
“No?”
“Nah. I mean...you know...” her eyes moved away. “It's been...”
“Yea,” he nodded slowly. “I know.” He continued to watch her. Partly out of concern, and partly because he had a hard time not doing so. After a moment she met his eyes again and just watched him back. Neither spoke in the near silence as Nat sang. Hawkes finally moved towards her chair and set a hand to the back of it, nodding his head to the door slightly. “Come on, we'll share a cab.”
“I should really get these-”
His hand moved from the chair to her arm, pulling it ever so slightly. “Call it a night, Stell.”
She glanced up at him and gave a resigned sigh. “Okay.” She nodded and stood. He waited as she packed her things, and he watched her. He really couldn't find the why. It had just been happening more and more. Especially through the moments when their friendship had been needed. The times they had been holding each other up lately.
Stella felt his eyes on her and really tried to not look back. There was something about the man's eyes...and the way he looked at her. She didn't dislike it. It just scared the hell out of her, because she had no idea how to read it. So she avoided his eyes. Moving her bag over her shoulder, she stepped to the side of her desk to reach for her lamp. His calmness moved into her territory. As well as his eyes. And everything that was Sheldon Hawkes. Quiet man of...mystery.
His hand fell over hers as she switched off the lamp and he held her fingers. He didn't let her go as he brought his hand up and softly tilted her chin up with his thumb. She finally met his eyes. She still had no idea about those eyes, and he still didn't know what the hell he was doing.
But he kissed her. And she kissed him back.
”This is the end of a beautiful friendship,
It ended a moment ago.
This is the end of a beautiful friendship,
I know,
'Cause your eyes told me so.
We've always been
Like sister and brother,
Until tonight,
When we looked at each other.
That was the end of a beautiful friendship,
And just the beginning of love.”
(lyrics: “A Beautiful Friendship” Nat King Cole)
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Numb Stella Bonasera/Sheldon Hawkes (#3)Words: 744
Spoilers: CSI: NY Episode 2x24 Charge of this Post
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not trying to step on toes, just having fun.
Warnings: n/a
Author's Notes: n/a
It was late. Quiet and late. Hawkes moved from the locker room and rubbed his tired face. He was already envisioning his late night run, followed by his couch and a book. It had just been one of those days. Hell, it had been one of those months. Tensions were still high around the lab with Flack in the hospital. Everyone was worried about their friend. Because that's what he was first. Their friend.
As he made his way down the hallway, past all the offices, he stopped at a noise. He stood still in the empty hallway and his head tilted slightly as he listened.
A quiet, faint echo of music. A low, recognizable voice floating down the hall to him. Curiosity getting the better of him, as always, he moved towards the music. He was led to Stella's office where a soft desk lamp was the only light on her, aside from the lights coming in through the window. His eyes shot to her computer where the music came from quietly. He leaned against the door frame lightly and watched her.
Stella sat at her desk, fingers to her forehead, facing a file. Her eyes were closed. She wasn't sleeping, that much he could tell. She looked like she was thinking. Deeply. He narrowed his eyes slightly in thought, knowing that making his presence known would likely surprise her. He took the most gentle approach he could. “Stell,” he said quietly. She did indeed jump and look up at him. She shook her head.
“Hawkes. Hi.” She sat up straighter and tried to pull herself and her paperwork together. “What're you still doing here?”
“Had to finish logging the evidence for the Sullivan case,” he replied. She nodded and he continued to watch her. A light smile came to his lips. “Never took you for a Nat King Cole fan,” he nodded towards the computer.
She glanced over at it as well, and smiled. “Sometimes it's the only thing that helps.” Her eyes came up to meet his.
“It's late.” He moved from the door and stepped closer to her desk, his hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans. “Planning on staying here all night?”
Stella shrugged and leaned back in her chair to watch him. He'd always been the kind of person that brought calmness to a room. That was something she could appreciate in the moment. “It's not like I've been sleeping anyway.”
“No?”
“Nah. I mean...you know...” her eyes moved away. “It's been...”
“Yea,” he nodded slowly. “I know.” He continued to watch her. Partly out of concern, and partly because he had a hard time not doing so. After a moment she met his eyes again and just watched him back. Neither spoke in the near silence as Nat sang. Hawkes finally moved towards her chair and set a hand to the back of it, nodding his head to the door slightly. “Come on, we'll share a cab.”
“I should really get these-”
His hand moved from the chair to her arm, pulling it ever so slightly. “Call it a night, Stell.”
She glanced up at him and gave a resigned sigh. “Okay.” She nodded and stood. He waited as she packed her things, and he watched her. He really couldn't find the why. It had just been happening more and more. Especially through the moments when their friendship had been needed. The times they had been holding each other up lately.
Stella felt his eyes on her and really tried to not look back. There was something about the man's eyes...and the way he looked at her. She didn't dislike it. It just scared the hell out of her, because she had no idea how to read it. So she avoided his eyes. Moving her bag over her shoulder, she stepped to the side of her desk to reach for her lamp. His calmness moved into her territory. As well as his eyes. And everything that was Sheldon Hawkes. Quiet man of...mystery.
His hand fell over hers as she switched off the lamp and he held her fingers. He didn't let her go as he brought his hand up and softly tilted her chin up with his thumb. She finally met his eyes. She still had no idea about those eyes, and he still didn't know what the hell he was doing.
But he kissed her. And she kissed him back.
”This is the end of a beautiful friendship,
It ended a moment ago.
This is the end of a beautiful friendship,
I know,
'Cause your eyes told me so.
We've always been
Like sister and brother,
Until tonight,
When we looked at each other.
That was the end of a beautiful friendship,
And just the beginning of love.”
(lyrics: “A Beautiful Friendship” Nat King Cole)
