Josh (short) - rated G Pairing Josh/Beth Mick/Beth
Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 8:45 pm
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Rating: G
Pairing: Josh/Beth; Mick/Beth
The first time I saw her, flustered and irritated over the fender bender but even then incredibly lovely, I knew this was someone I had to get to know.
I fell hard. Attraction became enchantment, then love, and I never stopped being surprised that she felt the same. Her dedication to ferreting out the truth, and tendency to slight obsession about her work (did I say ‘slight’?) was similar to the way I feel and she came to recognize our similarities, too.
It seemed we were made for each other, then…I don’t know. Something happened.
For a long time, I thought it was that private investigator friend of hers--the one who saved her from being the next victim of a serial killer on one of her stories, but the truth is maybe it had more to do with us. If we had been as solid as I thought we were, Mick St. John should have passed us by unnoticed.
When I told her about the call from Victorville PD--about the fresh accident scene and that I thought Leni and Mick were dead, I will never forget the look in her eyes. I wondered if she would have had that look in her eyes for me and doubted it.
It’s funny. When I was shot, Mick tried to save me and through all the pain, I recognized that he was sincere. Something about getting that close to death, you see into another person’s heart. He worked really hard to keep me alive, even knowing that if I lived I would continue to come between him and Beth.
We think we make choices in life that lead to our destiny, but in the final analysis, I think we are just in the right place at the right time.
Or we aren’t.
Rating: G
Pairing: Josh/Beth; Mick/Beth
The first time I saw her, flustered and irritated over the fender bender but even then incredibly lovely, I knew this was someone I had to get to know.
I fell hard. Attraction became enchantment, then love, and I never stopped being surprised that she felt the same. Her dedication to ferreting out the truth, and tendency to slight obsession about her work (did I say ‘slight’?) was similar to the way I feel and she came to recognize our similarities, too.
It seemed we were made for each other, then…I don’t know. Something happened.
For a long time, I thought it was that private investigator friend of hers--the one who saved her from being the next victim of a serial killer on one of her stories, but the truth is maybe it had more to do with us. If we had been as solid as I thought we were, Mick St. John should have passed us by unnoticed.
When I told her about the call from Victorville PD--about the fresh accident scene and that I thought Leni and Mick were dead, I will never forget the look in her eyes. I wondered if she would have had that look in her eyes for me and doubted it.
It’s funny. When I was shot, Mick tried to save me and through all the pain, I recognized that he was sincere. Something about getting that close to death, you see into another person’s heart. He worked really hard to keep me alive, even knowing that if I lived I would continue to come between him and Beth.
We think we make choices in life that lead to our destiny, but in the final analysis, I think we are just in the right place at the right time.
Or we aren’t.