Title: Things Left Unsaid
Summary: Things left unsaid do not exist in the minds of men. ( ? x ? )
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. I merely screw with the character's minds and Jerry Bruckheimer's vision. There is no profit involved (only artistic satisfaction)
Things left unsaid do not exist in the minds of men.
He was very well aware of this fact, though it was a woman he envisioned every time he thought of this. He recognized this fact to be true, but still kept inside of himself. Still he delayed his confessions.
And still he watched and still he waited and still he stared down from the wings and still he could not bring himself to tell her how he felt. And so he resigned himself to waiting and watching and staring down from the wings.
His heart and arms ached for her, and his eyes shone longingly and sometimes he did not know how she didn't notice how he stared longingly at her, how his breath caught in his throat every time she walked in to the room or spoke to him, how he hissed her name under his breath in a continuous mutter, loving the way it sounded as it rolled off of his tongue.
Her obliviousness only fueled the fire of his affections, and he desperately wanted for her to know of his love for her without actually saying it aloud. Oftentimes he would stare at her and confess to her in his head a thousand times over, willing her to hear it. Oftentimes it was all he could do to keep from shouting his feelings from the rooftops, though he knew no matter how much he wanted to, he would not actually do it. And then the urge to profess to her left and he sank back into waiting and watching and staring down from the wings.
And it was in this state of normalcy, waiting and watching and staring down from the wings, that was when he was most content. And he knew that if he told her how he felt, all would change. He would not be able to gaze at her in his blissful captivity, he would no longer be able to wait and watch and stare down from the wings. Change is feared by every man and to this, he was no exception. His fear of losing their friendship, his sanctuary, was too great. Though he desperately wanted to act on his feelings, he thought he could not. And again he would resign himself to waiting and watching and staring down from the wings.
One night he stared at her from across the hall, and thought that this would be as close as he'd ever get to her romantically, waiting and watching and staring down from the wings. And he accepted it, but what he didn't know was that this was one fact that wasn't true, which was unfortunate for both of them, because often the things left unsaid are the things that most need to be heard.
As Nick watched Sophia leave, he never once thought that what he would not tell her was exactly what she wanted to hear.
A/N: Nick is emo about Sophia...He wants her bad.
I'm planning on at least three sequels...IF I get enough reviews. And I won't tell you how many is enough so you'll just have to review, woncha?