Hey everyone, so I understand that most of 당신 never read a fanfic of CM, so I thought that I could post one 또는 two here ;) I could give 당신 the 링그 but I think that 읽기 here is so much fun. Anyway I DID NOT wrote this, Mr Super Czar on FanFiction.net did. I hope 당신 like it.
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I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I can’t reach
The neon danced lightly across her skin as she walked slowly down the moonlight street. People with names and faces she didn’t know 또는 recognize passed her 의해 without so much as a 초 glance. The occasional person would nudge her shoulder as she went 의해 but besides that, she was just another invisible face in the crowd. She couldn’t remember how long she had been out for but it couldn’t have been 더 많이 than a couple of hours. In truth, she did not know where she was planning on going so she just went wherever her feet took her.
Somehow, her feet took her to a bar just off the Main 거리 of Virginia. The neon in the glass tubing puttered like a sick mans heart, giving out and then flickering on again. Stepping inside the dingy biker bar, she breathed in deeply and inhaled the oddly comforting smell of cigarettes and alcohol with just a hint of pool chalk dust.
She walked across the sticky laminate floor that was scuffed and peeling in some places to the solid wooden bar with a gilded bar attached on. She leaned 앞으로 for a 초 on her arms as she dropped into a stool. She signed to the bartender for a scotch. He obliged.
You know that I could use somebody
당신 know that I could use somebody
Another case, another city, another victim. It was all the same to her now. Every victim had the same blank dead eyes. Every crime scene was the alleyway 또는 pristine house with exception of the spatters of blood that decorated it. Every officer was the same stubborn cop. She was no exception to this rule.
She cleared her throat ever so slightly as the amber liquid travelled to her stomach, leaving in its wake a burning sensation and then an all too familiar warmth. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing in the miniscule 초 of pain that let her know that she was still here; alive for the present.
God, she needed a break. Just a week 또는 even a day; a 일 to herself, a 일 to allow for the most trivial thing she could think of. Just a 일 to make sure that she was still human. She almost chuckled.
She hadn’t been human in a while. The thick skin she had once had had disappeared somewhere between Georgia and Colorado. 로스트 somewhere between Henkel and Cyrus. She shuddered as she remembered the explosion and the dread of not knowing if 모건 and Reid had made it out in time.
Someone like you, and all 당신 know, and how 당신 speak
Countless 연인들 under cover of the street
Morgan. Another dilemma she was forced to dwell endlessly on. It had become a ‘will they, won’t they’ situation between them now and it was getting on her last nerve. It seemed that now they were together and then apart, and then together and then apart, and now… Well, now she didn’t know what they were doing.
You know that I could use somebody
당신 know that I could use somebody
Behind her, the 벨 above the door tinkled and shook her from her reverie that had at some point turned her eyes glassy and glazed over. She paid for her drink and left the dingy hole in the wall. As the cold night chill bit through her thin 코트 and to her arms, a small amount of self destructive curiosity overcame her.
Some odd part of her actually wished that he was here. She shook her head. Somehow her thoughts seemed counter-productive.
Someone like you
As she passed another nameless bar in a 더 많이 classy part of town that was not too far from her apartment, she spotted a face in the crowd through the window. It was him. There he was standing, in all his glory, talking to some young blonde who was laughing, all the while shamelessly sliding her leg along his. For a 초 she felt like screaming, but stopped herself before her shout escaped. She sighed heavily. She had no right to be jealous at all.
Off in the night, while 당신 live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
She reached her apartment – keys poised - but was surprised to find the door already ajar. It seemed someone had non-too-lightly forced the door open with a crowbar. As she pushed the door open with the barrel of her gun, she nearly cried at the sight that rushed up to greet her.
Her 침상, 소파 had been ripped to shreds; her lamp smashed and the shade ripped apart; her 텔레비전 was gone, as was her stereo. Her DVD player was non-existent and along with it her collection of African art that had once lined the walls. She cringed as she saw this latest humiliation. Her mother had spent three hundred thousand dollars on those paintings. Now they were probably being sold for fifty bucks at the local pawn shop. She sighed heavily and slammed the door shut.
She was exactly overjoyed as she heard it creak and bounce back. Turning she pushed on it with all her weight to no avail. Eventually she just ended up pushing the remainder of her 침상, 소파 against the door and putting on the chain.
I hope it's gonna make 당신 notice
I hope it's gonna make 당신 notice
She went to check her messages after assessing the damage done to her apartment, but no – wait – the burglars had taken that too. Why take an answering machine? She asked herself as she tried fruitlessly to tidy the remainders of her apartment. Her cell phone chimed happily in her pocket, drawing a glowering look from the FBI agent. She answered; and was surprised to find that it was 모건 on the other end.
He asked if she wanted to 가입하기 him for a drink. She told him what happened. And then suddenly he was at the door, knocking lightly on the thrashed frame.
Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
I've been roaming around,
Always looking down at all I see
And then she was back walking the street, just another invisible face in the mass. The neon danced once 더 많이 but with less vigor than it once did. She walked again for countless hours, wrapped in her own inner conflict and completely oblivious to the world. She ended back up at the same bar, just another customer. And that’s when she knew. That was when she knew she was no longer a human being. Numb is as numb does.
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I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I can’t reach
The neon danced lightly across her skin as she walked slowly down the moonlight street. People with names and faces she didn’t know 또는 recognize passed her 의해 without so much as a 초 glance. The occasional person would nudge her shoulder as she went 의해 but besides that, she was just another invisible face in the crowd. She couldn’t remember how long she had been out for but it couldn’t have been 더 많이 than a couple of hours. In truth, she did not know where she was planning on going so she just went wherever her feet took her.
Somehow, her feet took her to a bar just off the Main 거리 of Virginia. The neon in the glass tubing puttered like a sick mans heart, giving out and then flickering on again. Stepping inside the dingy biker bar, she breathed in deeply and inhaled the oddly comforting smell of cigarettes and alcohol with just a hint of pool chalk dust.
She walked across the sticky laminate floor that was scuffed and peeling in some places to the solid wooden bar with a gilded bar attached on. She leaned 앞으로 for a 초 on her arms as she dropped into a stool. She signed to the bartender for a scotch. He obliged.
You know that I could use somebody
당신 know that I could use somebody
Another case, another city, another victim. It was all the same to her now. Every victim had the same blank dead eyes. Every crime scene was the alleyway 또는 pristine house with exception of the spatters of blood that decorated it. Every officer was the same stubborn cop. She was no exception to this rule.
She cleared her throat ever so slightly as the amber liquid travelled to her stomach, leaving in its wake a burning sensation and then an all too familiar warmth. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing in the miniscule 초 of pain that let her know that she was still here; alive for the present.
God, she needed a break. Just a week 또는 even a day; a 일 to herself, a 일 to allow for the most trivial thing she could think of. Just a 일 to make sure that she was still human. She almost chuckled.
She hadn’t been human in a while. The thick skin she had once had had disappeared somewhere between Georgia and Colorado. 로스트 somewhere between Henkel and Cyrus. She shuddered as she remembered the explosion and the dread of not knowing if 모건 and Reid had made it out in time.
Someone like you, and all 당신 know, and how 당신 speak
Countless 연인들 under cover of the street
Morgan. Another dilemma she was forced to dwell endlessly on. It had become a ‘will they, won’t they’ situation between them now and it was getting on her last nerve. It seemed that now they were together and then apart, and then together and then apart, and now… Well, now she didn’t know what they were doing.
You know that I could use somebody
당신 know that I could use somebody
Behind her, the 벨 above the door tinkled and shook her from her reverie that had at some point turned her eyes glassy and glazed over. She paid for her drink and left the dingy hole in the wall. As the cold night chill bit through her thin 코트 and to her arms, a small amount of self destructive curiosity overcame her.
Some odd part of her actually wished that he was here. She shook her head. Somehow her thoughts seemed counter-productive.
Someone like you
As she passed another nameless bar in a 더 많이 classy part of town that was not too far from her apartment, she spotted a face in the crowd through the window. It was him. There he was standing, in all his glory, talking to some young blonde who was laughing, all the while shamelessly sliding her leg along his. For a 초 she felt like screaming, but stopped herself before her shout escaped. She sighed heavily. She had no right to be jealous at all.
Off in the night, while 당신 live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
She reached her apartment – keys poised - but was surprised to find the door already ajar. It seemed someone had non-too-lightly forced the door open with a crowbar. As she pushed the door open with the barrel of her gun, she nearly cried at the sight that rushed up to greet her.
Her 침상, 소파 had been ripped to shreds; her lamp smashed and the shade ripped apart; her 텔레비전 was gone, as was her stereo. Her DVD player was non-existent and along with it her collection of African art that had once lined the walls. She cringed as she saw this latest humiliation. Her mother had spent three hundred thousand dollars on those paintings. Now they were probably being sold for fifty bucks at the local pawn shop. She sighed heavily and slammed the door shut.
She was exactly overjoyed as she heard it creak and bounce back. Turning she pushed on it with all her weight to no avail. Eventually she just ended up pushing the remainder of her 침상, 소파 against the door and putting on the chain.
I hope it's gonna make 당신 notice
I hope it's gonna make 당신 notice
She went to check her messages after assessing the damage done to her apartment, but no – wait – the burglars had taken that too. Why take an answering machine? She asked herself as she tried fruitlessly to tidy the remainders of her apartment. Her cell phone chimed happily in her pocket, drawing a glowering look from the FBI agent. She answered; and was surprised to find that it was 모건 on the other end.
He asked if she wanted to 가입하기 him for a drink. She told him what happened. And then suddenly he was at the door, knocking lightly on the thrashed frame.
Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
I've been roaming around,
Always looking down at all I see
And then she was back walking the street, just another invisible face in the mass. The neon danced once 더 많이 but with less vigor than it once did. She walked again for countless hours, wrapped in her own inner conflict and completely oblivious to the world. She ended back up at the same bar, just another customer. And that’s when she knew. That was when she knew she was no longer a human being. Numb is as numb does.