Breathing
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,758
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Breathing
Breathe in, breathe out.
He lay staring at the ceiling as he had for the past week. No matter how many people came to talk at him, he only stared. They told him that the killer would be caught. They told him that he couldn't have prevented it. If only they knew...
Breathe in, breathe out.
He still remembered that night. They had been called to a scene. None of them, not even he had expected what would be discovered under that sheet. The autopsy had been even worse. There was evidence that he'd been raped over and over, sometimes with a foreign object, something sharp, possibly a knife.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Now things made sense. The flinches, the phone calls that lasted forever and always ended with him scared just a little, or a lot. He rolled over and looked for his gun, but that face, still covered in blood, flashed in front of his eyes and he rolled back to his previous position.
Breathe in, breathe out.
He thought about how much it was his fault. He had snapped at the other, because he had make him uncomfortable. He had made him feel things he had no right to feel. He had pushed the other away and now... He rolled over and reached out for the gun, this time not even the frowning face, still STILL covered in blood, would stop him. Gil Grissom pressed the gun to his temple. "I'm sorry Greg. Sorry I couldn't stop it. Sorry I didn't tell you that I..."
Breathe in, breathe out
Catherine Willows pounded at the door to Grissom's apartment. "Gil! We caught him! Gil! Oh, where could he be?!" Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown rolled their eyes at the woman.
"Probably right where we left him." Nick replied. Warrick stepped forward and forced the door open. They wandered in and looked around. "What a mess." Nick muttered. Warrick started to answer when Catherine's scream sounded from the bedroom.
No more breathing in, no more breathing out.
AN: Um, not really sure where this came from... Sorry, I know I should be working on "Life after Life", but this called to me!! Well, tell me what you think.
He lay staring at the ceiling as he had for the past week. No matter how many people came to talk at him, he only stared. They told him that the killer would be caught. They told him that he couldn't have prevented it. If only they knew...
Breathe in, breathe out.
He still remembered that night. They had been called to a scene. None of them, not even he had expected what would be discovered under that sheet. The autopsy had been even worse. There was evidence that he'd been raped over and over, sometimes with a foreign object, something sharp, possibly a knife.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Now things made sense. The flinches, the phone calls that lasted forever and always ended with him scared just a little, or a lot. He rolled over and looked for his gun, but that face, still covered in blood, flashed in front of his eyes and he rolled back to his previous position.
Breathe in, breathe out.
He thought about how much it was his fault. He had snapped at the other, because he had make him uncomfortable. He had made him feel things he had no right to feel. He had pushed the other away and now... He rolled over and reached out for the gun, this time not even the frowning face, still STILL covered in blood, would stop him. Gil Grissom pressed the gun to his temple. "I'm sorry Greg. Sorry I couldn't stop it. Sorry I didn't tell you that I..."
Breathe in, breathe out
Catherine Willows pounded at the door to Grissom's apartment. "Gil! We caught him! Gil! Oh, where could he be?!" Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown rolled their eyes at the woman.
"Probably right where we left him." Nick replied. Warrick stepped forward and forced the door open. They wandered in and looked around. "What a mess." Nick muttered. Warrick started to answer when Catherine's scream sounded from the bedroom.
No more breathing in, no more breathing out.
AN: Um, not really sure where this came from... Sorry, I know I should be working on "Life after Life", but this called to me!! Well, tell me what you think.