He walks into the lab, I can see him through the glasswalls. He is beautiful. I smile, because I´m proud, that this fine, young man belongs to me. I´m proud of what his is, too. Hes a guy, that gets up every morning, and risks his life, to protect innocent people. To nail the darkest piece of dirt that is out there. To keep the people, of this city, out of harm. Beside he loves this city, his city.
Sometimes that scares me. Ive lost people in the past, because they did the very same job. I´ve lost someone very special. I held him, kissed him und I knew that it was for the last time, when I told him, that I love him.
I couldnt stand to see this man die, in a similar way,too.
But I respect what he does.
I know he has ability to get himself into trouble. Theres a bit of a bad boy in his blood, in his DNA, but I would give my right arm testify, that his heart is nothing but good.
Well, theres a long line of women in his past. He has something, that makes them melt like butter into his hands. Not to forget that smile, that trademark smirk. I was never able to refuse something, while held on gunpoint by that weapon.
His eyes have this unbelievable blue, that reminds me, of the crystalclear lakes in the mountains, back home. I could drown in both.
His hair is done in spikes, I know it takes a lot of time for him to do them right. And "right" means, that the look nothing but undone an out of bed.
He knows that he looks good, never be fooled by that angel like face.
But if the time would come, I would trust my life to him.
His badge means a lot to him, perhaps more than anything else. He wears it with pride. I know thats a father-son thing. I´ll never understand that side of my boy and hes not talking about it. I´ll be there, if he ever chooses to tell me. Hes careful with his words. Well, not when hes teasing, joking or doing his job, but when hes talking about what he feels, cares about..
As soon as he opens his mouth, his accent leaves no doubt where hes from. Sometimes even I have problems to figure out, what hes telling me.
He has never failed to make me smile. Even in my darkest hours, and there have been a lot of dark hours in the past, it took nothing but a few words from him, to give me the strenght to carry on.
Perhaps hes the only reason, that kept me alive.
Meanwhile he has reached the door to my office, and opens it with a big smile on his face.
" You asked for me, Sir?"
I smile at his little joke. Its a rookie joke someone played at me once.
back then this office belonged to a honorable man, called Mac Taylor. Now I´m the leading CSI.
"You did a good job on your first soloflight, Daniel."
He says his thank you almost shyly, he respects me.
My phone interrupts us and I reach for the receiver.
"Detective Lindsay Messer."
I hear the voice on the other side on the line say something about the current case.
"Okay," I answer, "just a moment please."
I cover the speaker with my hand. Hes still standing there, glancing at one of the pictures on my wall. There he is, the new addition to my team. My rookie. My baby.
"I´m proud of you, Daniel, and I know, your father would be proud, too."
He gives a little smile and mumbles:
"Thanks Mom."
I watch him leave, while I slowly put the receiver back to my ear.
Theres a picture on my desk. Its the only picture that somehow shows the three of us. It was taken on our honeymoon in Rom. Danny and I are standing in front of St.Peters under a clear blue sky, that matches his eyes. One of his hands is resting on my belly. I was five month along, back then. Two weeks after we returned to New York some sob fired his gun and stole Daniel the chance to meet his father.
But I´m pretty sure, one day hell understand, that his father is somewhere within him.