Author: BlackHeartedRebel

Summary: Just a short sort of vignette I guess. CSI. Femslash, gee, I wonder what the pairing is. The hard part is figuring out who's who...

Disclaimer: All characters, though unmentioned throughout the story, belong to Jerry B. and his band of greedy merry men. Try to take away MY Jorja? I Don't THINK so –hisses- I stole the small bit of lyrics at the beginning from "From Autumn To Ashes", it just sorta... Fit there, ya know?

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Stronger Than Me

I break in two over you...

I break in two,

And each piece of me dies,

And only you can give the breath of life,

But you don't see me... you don't...

The two of you walk into the room, and she stares at you expectantly. You want so badly to meet her expectations, but she wants it faster than you do.

You walk up to her, your extreme lust evident in your dilated pupils, and flushed skin.

You kneel slowly, still staring into her intense eyes, and you place your hands on the button of her jeans.

She expects you to do it, and get it over with so you can fuck her and she can leave.

But you just... can't.

You feel the heavy sting of tears welling up behind your eyes and you wrap your arms around her slender waist, leaning your head heavily against her strong, bared stomach.

Your shoulders tremble with sobs, and in your imagination, you can see her roll her eyes, put her hands on those shoulders, and push you away.

You suddenly realize that you weren't imagining it as you are curled up in the corner of the room, in the fetal position. Looking about as pathetic and weak as you feel.

She grabs her coat and heads for the door.

"Don't leave me..."

She turns her head to look at you, and you sigh, feeling the slightest sliver of feeling behind those eyes.

She opens her mouth to say something, but just exhales deeply and shakes her head. Leaving you alone with your thoughts and sad little whimpers.