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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-19 04:03 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-19 04:03 pm
Hawkes/Angell - Silence
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Silence
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Jennifer Angell
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15pairings Prompt: inconsequencial/unconsensual
Content Warning: spoilers for "Murder Sings the Blues"
Summary: Sometimes not saying anything is better than trying to fill the air with sound.
Author's Note: These two are very pensive. And I'm not quite sure why.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Angell found him sitting on the rooftop, staring out into the abyss of the city. He seemed to be lost in a deep thought, and knowing Hawkes it didn’t sound all that farfetched, but the fact of the matter was she didn’t want to disturb him. At least, not yet. She had heard that he had gotten taken off the case preceded by a giant blow-out with Mac, and she figured he probably needed his space.
However, this fact wasn’t stopping her feet from moving closer to him, and slipping to sit down next to him. He didn’t acknowledge her presence right away, and she wasn’t going to outright make herself known. If he wanted to talk, they’d talk. If he didn’t, they wouldn’t. She just wanted to be there, for whatever he wanted to do. She didn’t know what it was, but she had the hardest time wrapping her head around Sheldon Hawkes. He was the ideal guy. Sweet, softspoken, absolutely gorgeous, smart—those guys were very hard to come by. Yet she couldn’t tell if he was actually interested in her, or he acted the way he did with every woman he knew.
She suddenly wished that their vic wasn’t dead. Well, she usually wished her vics weren’t dead, but there was more of a selfish motive to this one. She wanted to know how Hawkes worked his game. How he went about letting a woman know he was interested. That way she could either help him make his move on her, or move on with her life.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working the case?” he asked after a moment of silence, but he didn’t turn and look at her. Just continued to stare out into the skyline.
“I’m on a coffee break,” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear. There was another lapse of silence before she spoke up again. “Heard Mac took you off the case.”
He actually turned to her at this point and gave her a look, “Who didn’t?” he asked, and she picked up the hint of hurt in his voice and gave him a small smile.
“Yeah—sorry about that,” she whispered with a soft smile.
They lapsed into silence again, still not looking at each other, just staring out to the lights of the city, and she wondered what he was thinking. She wondered if he was mentally chewing out Mac, or he was trying to process the evidence of the case and solve it on his own, or hell, he might be that insecure that he was wondering why the hell the girl never called him. Angell herself had concluded that the woman must have been an idiot to have Hawkes’ number and never picked up the phone to call him, but that was another matter entirely.
Or, he, being Hawkes, could be thinking of something completely unrelated to the case and just contemplating the mysteries of the world. She’d like to think that he did that sometimes, just sat around in the silence of his apartment or something and wondered why people populated the earth or did the things they did, or—something deep and profound like that. He definitely had the brain power to do it.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked, turning to face her briefly.
She shrugged before giving him her attention, “Sure.”
“Do you think Mac was right to take me off the case like that?”
So that’s what he was thinking about. Was he in the red when he did what he did? She hesitated for a second before responding.
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?” he frowned.
“You should have told him that you had met her, Hawkes,” Angell admitted softly.
“I see.”
“However,” she continued, “He shouldn’t have gone off on you like that. Especially in front of everyone. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Thank you,” he nodded, before his eyes drifted back to the skyline again, “I just keep thinking about how if things had gone differently she might not be dead.”
“True, but it might have been completely inconsequential, too,” Angell shrugged, “She could have wound up going to that party anyway.”
“That’s true,” Hawkes nodded, “I guess some things you just can’t change.”
“Guess not,” Angell shrugged. Then again, silence. But the silence was never uncomfortable. More, natural. And she liked that. It’s nice not to have the need to talk all the time.
“You’ve been taking a pretty long coffee break,” Hawkes commented, glancing down at his watch. She followed in suit, and then nodded.
“Guess so,” she got up, and started to walk away, when she felt his hand close around her wrist.
“Thanks for coming up, Jennifer,” he said with a small smile, and she gave him a bigger one in return.
“Anytime, Sheldon,” she said, before heading back to the door of the roof, a giant smile across her face.
Title: Silence
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Jennifer Angell
15pairings Prompt: inconsequencial/unconsensualContent Warning: spoilers for "Murder Sings the Blues"
Summary: Sometimes not saying anything is better than trying to fill the air with sound.
Author's Note: These two are very pensive. And I'm not quite sure why.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Angell found him sitting on the rooftop, staring out into the abyss of the city. He seemed to be lost in a deep thought, and knowing Hawkes it didn’t sound all that farfetched, but the fact of the matter was she didn’t want to disturb him. At least, not yet. She had heard that he had gotten taken off the case preceded by a giant blow-out with Mac, and she figured he probably needed his space.
However, this fact wasn’t stopping her feet from moving closer to him, and slipping to sit down next to him. He didn’t acknowledge her presence right away, and she wasn’t going to outright make herself known. If he wanted to talk, they’d talk. If he didn’t, they wouldn’t. She just wanted to be there, for whatever he wanted to do. She didn’t know what it was, but she had the hardest time wrapping her head around Sheldon Hawkes. He was the ideal guy. Sweet, softspoken, absolutely gorgeous, smart—those guys were very hard to come by. Yet she couldn’t tell if he was actually interested in her, or he acted the way he did with every woman he knew.
She suddenly wished that their vic wasn’t dead. Well, she usually wished her vics weren’t dead, but there was more of a selfish motive to this one. She wanted to know how Hawkes worked his game. How he went about letting a woman know he was interested. That way she could either help him make his move on her, or move on with her life.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working the case?” he asked after a moment of silence, but he didn’t turn and look at her. Just continued to stare out into the skyline.
“I’m on a coffee break,” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear. There was another lapse of silence before she spoke up again. “Heard Mac took you off the case.”
He actually turned to her at this point and gave her a look, “Who didn’t?” he asked, and she picked up the hint of hurt in his voice and gave him a small smile.
“Yeah—sorry about that,” she whispered with a soft smile.
They lapsed into silence again, still not looking at each other, just staring out to the lights of the city, and she wondered what he was thinking. She wondered if he was mentally chewing out Mac, or he was trying to process the evidence of the case and solve it on his own, or hell, he might be that insecure that he was wondering why the hell the girl never called him. Angell herself had concluded that the woman must have been an idiot to have Hawkes’ number and never picked up the phone to call him, but that was another matter entirely.
Or, he, being Hawkes, could be thinking of something completely unrelated to the case and just contemplating the mysteries of the world. She’d like to think that he did that sometimes, just sat around in the silence of his apartment or something and wondered why people populated the earth or did the things they did, or—something deep and profound like that. He definitely had the brain power to do it.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked, turning to face her briefly.
She shrugged before giving him her attention, “Sure.”
“Do you think Mac was right to take me off the case like that?”
So that’s what he was thinking about. Was he in the red when he did what he did? She hesitated for a second before responding.
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?” he frowned.
“You should have told him that you had met her, Hawkes,” Angell admitted softly.
“I see.”
“However,” she continued, “He shouldn’t have gone off on you like that. Especially in front of everyone. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Thank you,” he nodded, before his eyes drifted back to the skyline again, “I just keep thinking about how if things had gone differently she might not be dead.”
“True, but it might have been completely inconsequential, too,” Angell shrugged, “She could have wound up going to that party anyway.”
“That’s true,” Hawkes nodded, “I guess some things you just can’t change.”
“Guess not,” Angell shrugged. Then again, silence. But the silence was never uncomfortable. More, natural. And she liked that. It’s nice not to have the need to talk all the time.
“You’ve been taking a pretty long coffee break,” Hawkes commented, glancing down at his watch. She followed in suit, and then nodded.
“Guess so,” she got up, and started to walk away, when she felt his hand close around her wrist.
“Thanks for coming up, Jennifer,” he said with a small smile, and she gave him a bigger one in return.
“Anytime, Sheldon,” she said, before heading back to the door of the roof, a giant smile across her face.
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