Disclaimer: blah i don't own the character Dave Batista. WWE Does.
I sit and listen to him, listen to him talk about the case we recently solved together. After 3 long weeks of wrapping up our investigation, we celebrate over a bottle of Jack Daniels and some stale pizza from Jazzies. He speaks with such enthusiasm in his voice as he recounts the events of the case over and over. I sit there and listen, not paying much attention to what he says. I just sit and listen.
He stands up and continues to speak, pumped with excitement like a kid in a candy store. I watch him, a smile painted across my face. I love it when he's happy. It makes me happy. I stare at him, blown away by his strong presence.
"Another case solved by the Dynamic Duo!" he shouts as he takes a shot of the rich whisky, dark and velvety in texture. I continue to stare. Does he know?
Moments pass til a hand is waved across my face.
"You OK Dave?" He asks me. I tell him yes. I'm just thinking. He continues his story. I continue to stare.
I start to play with my shot glass. I look at the whisky that it contains. It's been awhile since I've had a drink. I'm cautious at taking a sip. I look to him for approval.
"Don't worry Dave, it'll be ok. I trust you."
He smiles and I smile back. I take a sip. It tastes great. I continue to stare at him. This time he notices me staring. I look up into his eyes and he sits next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I shutter inside, my heart flutters. Does he know he does that to me?
"Dave look I know you're going through some things and I want you to know that I'm here for you. We're partners. I care about you."
I care about you too, more than you'll ever know.
"Thanks" I say to him. He doesn't know what's been brothering me lately. I don't dare speak a word. I convince myself that he can never know how I feel. It hurts. When he looks at me I just want to hold him...touch him. Those eyes of his. How they make me lose my mind. I continue to stare.
"So Davey what's on the agenda tomorrow? I hope Adelle doesn't assign us a new case just yet. I'm still worn out."
"Me too." I say to him. He gets up and asks if I want some more pizza. I tell him no I'm fine. I watch him walk away. He's so beautiful. I crave him so badly. Does he know? Every day the pain grows deeper. The need to tell him relentless. 'Why am I so afraid?' I ask myself. 'Why can't I tell him?'
"Well I think I should call it a day." He says. My heart sinks. I wish he would stay. Just a few more minutes.
"Oh ok. Good Night"
"Nite"
He gets up and heads towards the door. A sudden urge overcomes me. I can't control it. Not anymore.
"Lincoln wait!" I shout. I run after him. I stand before him, about to do the greatest thing or perhaps the worst thing in my life.
"Yeah Dave?" He looks up at me with those child-like eyes. So radiant and pure. I choked. The words won't come out. I just stared at him.
"Dave?" He asks me again, confusion beginning to shape his face.
"Take it easy out there OK? Drive safe." DAVE YOU IDIOT!
"Sure." He smiles at me, I smile back. I watch him leave, yet another miss opportunity. He reaches the elevator and turns around. He waves goodbye. I wave back; hurt beginning to eat at me, tears starting to form in my eyes. I quickly go back inside and slam the door shut. I break down. I can't help it. The man I love goes another night not knowing how I feel about him.
Does he know? I wish he knew.