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Interrupted Routines
And here’s the sequel to the Hawkes/Mia fic I posted earlier! Once again, the large sections in italics are flashbacks.
Interrupted Routines - Mia and Hawkes meet for coffee and share some honesty about how they feel about their past relationship…but not everything.
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Nothing unusual, nothing’s changed Just a little older that’s all You know when you’ve found it, There’s something I’ve learned ’Cause you feel it when they take it away Damien Rice, “Amie”
She sat and waited. He’d said fifteen minutes and now it was a half-hour. He’d never been like this before…
Before she tore out his heart and stomped all over it, she thought bitterly to herself. She chose a job over love and look where it go her: back in New York and alone. Sheldon might be talking to her but…it wasn’t the same. It wouldn’t ever be the same again.
“I’m surprised, honestly.” He looked happier than she’d seen him in a long time. “I’ll make sure I’m there. On time. You have my word.”
“I don’t need your word because you’re always everywhere on time.”
“It’s good to be punctual. Especially when I’m going to see John Legend with my girlfriend.” He set the tickets down and came up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Mia…thank you.”
“For remembering your birthday? Sheldon–”
He cut her off with a kiss and she melted in his arms, just like she always did.
“I’m sorry I’m late. Danny got our suspect in, and–”
She snapped her head towards him. “I was lost in my thoughts. What did you say?”
“I was late because an interrogation ran longer than we’d expected.” He sat down at the table in front of her. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay. I know what it’s like to work in a lab,” she said with a wry grin.
She saw him tense for a moment and then relax. “Yes, I know.”
“I haven’t gotten any coffee yet. You want to go up with me, or should I just order your usual?”
“You remember my usual?” he asked, surprised.
“Cafe Mexicana, extra cinnamon, whipped cream. If you’re in the mood for something decadent you have them add caramel syrup when they’re making it.”
The shocked look eased into a smile, a genuine smile. “How about I go up with you and pay for this?”
“You don’t have to…”
“Mia, I insist.”
She shook her head. “No, Sheldon. Let me…okay?”
He froze for a second and then nodded. “Okay.”
“Your entire life is a set routine, Mia.”
“Sheldon…so’s yours.”
He laughed. “I guess it is.” He walked over to her, put his chin on her shoulder and looked at what she was cooking. “Ever feel like doing something spontaneous?”
“Like what?”
“Like ordering take-out and having a makeshift picnic on the roof…or something.”
“I wish you’d told me that before I’d started cooking.” His face fell and she laughed. “I can put it in the fridge.”
“And I’ll call for take-out. Your usual?”
“Of course.”
She came back with the coffees, shaking herself out of her thoughts. She had to apologize, to tell him she was sorry and that she was wrong. If she couldn’t do that there was no point in taking the job; it would hurt too much to be around him.
“You really didn’t have to, Mia.”
“Yes, I did.” She sat down, took a deep breath and looked at him. She opened her mouth to speak but she lost exactly what she was going to say before it escaped her lips. She looked at him for a minute and closed her mouth as the realization hit her with full force.
She still loved him. She was still in love with him. And she hadn’t stopped.
“Mia? Are you all right?”
“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “I shouldn’t have left, and I certainly shouldn’t have left how I did. I never wanted to hurt you, Sheldon, I–”
“I forgave you months ago,” he said quietly. “I just never told you.”
She shut her mouth and looked at him. He’d been trying to get over her, and now here she was, making things hard. That was it…no matter how much she wanted to, she wasn’t taking the job. It was going to hurt him too much and she didn’t want to do that to him again.
“So I’m telling you now. It’s…okay,” he said, looking directly at her. “It’s over and done with. Let’s just move on from there. We’re going to be working together, so once we work out our problems let’s leave them be.”
She nodded mutely. He wanted her to take the job…he was talking as though she already had it. Had Detective Taylor listened to his recommendation? Did he know something she didn’t? Finally, she found her voice. “You’re right.”
He nodded. “Maybe we can repair our friendship, too.”
She smiled at him. She was still in love with him and she wanted more than a friendship, but that was far off and at the moment there wasn’t anything more she wanted from him than friendship. “Yeah, maybe we can.”
“You know, when we break from tradition, things still turn out good,” she said, letting him hold her close. “If I’m keeping you up, let me know and I’ll be quiet.”
She could feel his lips turn up in a grin on the back of her neck. “You aren’t keeping me up, I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I like moments like this, and I’ll stay awake for them.”
“This is a routine that I hope we never change.”
He lifted himself up a little and kissed her shoulder lightly. “I feel the same way.”
Blindsided Again
So this and its sequel story were the start to a CSI: NY/CSI crossover I’d wanted to do, but I have no desire to finish it so I’m just going to post the two stories and link them on AO3. But here’s the first one! The long sections in italics are flashbacks.
Blindsided Again - Hawkes had never expected to see her again.
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Happiness Coming and going I watch you look at me Watch my fever growing I know just where I am
But how many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn All the love I have is in my mind? The Verve, "Lucky Man"
He could have sworn he'd seen her. It had been years, but he wasn't the type to forget anything. Especially people. Especially certain people and this group included ex-girlfriends. Especially the one he thought he'd just seen.
Mia Dickerson was not a woman you were likely to forget.
She laughed at him. "So tell me, Doctor. Am I going to get better?" The arched up eyebrow was a dead giveaway that she was only playing at being sick, baiting him to call in sick and spend the day with her.
"I don't know."
"Well, you could always get closer and find out."
"What if you get me sick?" he asked innocently.
"Then I just get you sick and you have to spend the day with me," she said as she laughed. "Go call into the morgue, Sheldon, and then come over here."
"I suddenly don't feel so good..."
She had that effect on him, that he'd do just about anything she wanted. Oh, there had been a few things he wouldn't do. Most had been minor things, nothing that caused fights. The only one that had was just...it had been major.
He looked up again, shaking the thought out of his head and saw her staring at him. "Mia."
"Sheldon," she said, not too warmly but not coldly, either. "You look good."
It brought a completely involuntary smile to his face. "So do you." He watched her smile as well, the small grin that had been able to, and apparently still could, make his knees go a little weak. "So...what are you doing here?"
"Applying for a job."
He was taken aback a little. He thought she'd never want to come back to New York; after all, hadn't that been what their last fight had been about? That she'd gotten a job opportunity in Las Vegas, and he wanted to stay in New York? He'd just become the head M.E. and then she dropped that bombshell on him. She hadn't even talked about it with him, and that had hurt more than anything else.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Sheldon, I want this job. And I kept trying to think of ways to tell you, but it just never seemed right. And now... If I don't leave by the end of the week, I won't get to keep it."
"You could work here. Stay here in New York."
"I don't think I can. I need something new."
He turned away at that point, and even though she softly said his name she didn't try to touch him, to comfort him, to answer that question he was sure she knew was in his head: where is that going to leave us?
"Really," he said conversationally.
"Jane Parsons is looking for some help. Someone I knew at the labs in Vegas who thought I might be interested told me since...well, since Vegas didn't work out."
Hawkes nodded, suddenly getting the overwhelming urge to strangle whoever it was that told her. He'd hoped to be able to put that relationship behind him, move on with his life now since he'd spent the last year working hard at forgetting her. It had meant a lot of work at the job, a lot of keeping on a more cheerful demeanor than he actually had, but he had slowly moved on, not only with his personal life but with his professional one.
And now here she was, standing in front of him, telling him she might be working with him.
"Sheldon..."
"Yes?"
She groped for what to say, and he could see it as well as the defeated sigh she gave when she decided not to say whatever it was she had intended to say. "I heard you're a CSI now." He nodded. "A friend of mine in Vegas...he did the same thing."
He didn't want to hear about this friend. But he felt compelled to say something. "Is he the same friend who told you about the job?" he asked, trying his best not to sound bitter or irritated or angry or even really curious.
"Yes, actually. I was Greg's replacement when he moved from DNA to working in the field. He used to live here in New York, has a few ties to the labs here. He found out about the job and passed it along." She grinned. "Greg's a pretty nice guy."
Hawkes nodded again, only this time smiling a little. "Greg Sanders is finally out of the labs... He must be excited."
Mia blinked. "You know him?"
"Who do you think told me I should try and become a CSI myself? I haven't talked to him in months, though."
"I didn't know that." She thought for a minute. "Did you tell him about the job here?"
"Yeah, I did." He looked at her, a serious expression on his face. "Months ago; Jane's been looking for help for a while since Leonard stopped working so many cases, but she hadn't found a good candidate. I think she even tried to convince Greg, at one point, that he should take the job. He said he might take it if his becoming a CSI didn't pan out. I guess he figured since it did, he'd tell you about it." He shrugged slightly. "I didn't know if he'd passed his proficiency test. But I assumed since he didn't come here, he must have."
"Did he know about...us?"
Hawkes shook his head. "No. As far as I know, at least. Unless you told him something."
"No, I didn't."
"Then he didn't know." Hawkes looked around. "I need to get back to work, Mia."
"I know. I'm sorry I took up so much of your time, Sheldon. You guys look really busy around here. I guess I'll see you later." She turned and walked towards the elevator, but she'd only made three or four steps before he caught up with her.
"Do you really want this job?"
"Yeah, I really do."
"Who did you interview with?"
"Detective Taylor. And Jane, of course, but I just got done with Detective Taylor."
"I'll put in a good word for you. If you want me to."
"I would like that, Sheldon." She smiled at him, a full-blown smile that he didn't realize how much he'd missed until he saw it again. "Thank you. I...I owe you one for this."
"Why don't we meet up tonight? Maybe catch up a little."
"Okay."
He was shocked for just a second, then pulled out the small notepad and pen he carried with him when he was heading out to a scene and handed it to her. "I don't know how late I'll be. I can call you."
She wrote down the number and then handed it back. "Okay." She held onto the notebook and pen for a second and then handed those to him as well. "I guess I'll let you get back to work, then." She gave him a small wave and quickly walked to the elevators, getting in before they closed completely.
And all he could do was stare.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Yes, Mia. I do." He looked at her as he got dressed, watching her sit up in bed with the sheet wrapped around her.
"Good. Just wanted to be sure."
"I love you too. I still have to go to work, but I just thought I'd tell you before you go back to sleep."
She laughed. "Did you think I was trying to get you to call in again? I mean it. I do love you. I don't think anything could ever change that."
Mia looks so impressed when Grissom does maggot science, it’s beautiful and I love it.