Hey this is a story that my friend scififreakmi wrote, but i (starfreak15) typed for her. Yay me!

She wanted me to say...

"CSI does not belong to me, neither do any of its characters-i'm just using them for my story"

Thank you :) And enjoy :)

I Should Have Known Better

Sara

I sit in the police station, alone, waiting. I wait because I was stupid, and now I have to pay the price.

I hear your voice in the hallway. Oh no, you're going to come in and lecture me. Tell me how I should have known better. At this point, I feel the tears coming, and I stare ahead, refusing to look as you enter. I still wish I was like you, and couldn't feel anything.

You sit down next to me, and I brace myself, ready for the lecture that is to come. A small sigh escapes my lips as I try to calm myself down. I don't want to cry, not here, not now. I want to pour my heart out to you, but I remember that I'm not worth your risk, so I keep my mouth shut.

Instead of a lecture, you stay silent. I ponder which is worse, and I choose the silence. At least if you lecture me, I'll know whats bothering you. But in silence, I can only wonder.

So I wait, the seconds taking an eternity to pass. You take my hand, and your touch sends a tingle up my spine, but I try to ignore it and continue to stare ahead, waiting still, remembering that you can't feel at all.

Then you say words that I would've never expected. Not now, and never from you.

"C'mon, I'll drive you home."

Maybe you do feel after all.

I walk into the station, only wanting to make sure you are all right. The officer tells me what happened, and I wonder why I never noticed you're problem before. Am I that blind? Or have I truly screwed up that badly?

I see you sitting there, staring at the wall. I walk in, not knowing what to say. I see the unshed tears in your eyes, and I wonder if they're from this night, for from me.

I sit down next to you and I hear your barely audible sigh. What have I done? All these years, I waited and didn't act because I was scared you'd hurt me. But I guess I should have known better, because you're not like that.

I take your hand in mine. You don't flinch or pull away, which I'm glad for. I seem to remember you telling me that I couldn't feel anything, but I must say you were wrong, because I can feel so many things when I'm around you.

"C'mon. I'll drive you home."

I just hope I'm not too late.