2 Works in POV First Person
Sometimes our heart refuses to accept facts our mind knows for sure.
Category: erm... angst... I guess... maybe
Summary: Your mom always told you; "If you love 'em, let 'em go. If they come back, they'll be yours forever".
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, and If I did I'd certainly never let them go... outta bed ;)
Notes: I don't know where this came from, it just did, I fully planned on writing the next part of care, but my NCIS bunnies seem to be in full swing at the moment, and this one just came out without warning, but I promise to have the next part of 'Care' out ASAP.
Notes 2: No lab equipment was hurt in the writing of this fic... probably.
Beta: Nope. As always all mistakes are mine.