I spent most of the morning watching things that had to do with Aiden's death so I wanted to write something for her.
This is what I think Aiden was thinking in those final moments of her life when she was being beaten. I hope I did her proud.
Disclaimer: It isn't mine
Spoilers: Heroes
I felt the hand on my mouth and the man standing behind me. He slammed me into the seat of the car and I knew before I saw him that it was D.J. Pratt. I had been following him for months, trying to put him in jail for what he did to my friend Regina. I had wanted to put him away so much that I had broken the seal on evidence. That had cost me my job at CSI. Was it worth it? I don't know. Maybe I would not be here now facing death, if I had let it go but maybe I wouldn't be. I guess I will never know.
The only thing I know right now is that I am going to die today and I that if I do not do something, this bastard will get away with murder. Suddenly I knew that no matter what else happened I had to leave the evidence the team needed to put him away for good.
He hit me and I tried to kick him back but missed. He went to slam his arm into my face and I bit it. That would leave a bite mark that could be used to prove he was my attacker. Just for good measure I bit down hard on the armrest in the car. Now Mac would know to look for a bite mark. He would remember the case six years ago where a bit mark had made all the difference. Pratt hit me again and given the opportunity I slammed his head into the window. It would leave an ear print on the window and that could be used as conclusive evidence. I felt the strength leaving my body and knew I was standing at deaths door.
I thought of Mac. He had been my boss, mentor and friend for so long. I was sorry that I had made him make the choice to fire me. I knew that had been a hard choice for him but there was no choice. I hoped he knew I didn't hold that against him. I had only talked to him a few times since I left the lab, and the last time was over a month ago.
I thought of Danny. I knew he had a new partner but I also liked to think that he would still miss me. I was pretty sure he would. He had been my best friend for years, yet I had not talked to him since I had left the lab. I regretted that but there was nothing I could do about that now.
I thought of Stella. She had been my other best friend for all those years at the crime lab. I had bumped into last week when she was getting coffee. She had asked if I could sit and talk but I had declined. I told her that I would call her when my 'project' was done. Now I would never talk to her or any of them again.
My project was to put D.J. Pratt away. I had done all I could. What happened now was in their hands and I knew they would do it. I felt the last breath leave me and I sank into darkness. It was over for me.
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