Title- Cold Portraits
Author- SarahSoph
Warning- Involves Character Death
A/N: This is my first CSI NY fanfic, I've written many others for other shows, none of which I consider to be that great, but I attempting my hand at this anyway. I have plans for more on the way.
Inspired by a Jewel songA few cold sketches.
That's all she had left of him. Grey lines on a white page. Not enough to show the emotion behind the man, not enough to show the memories, not enough to show her love.
A careless glimpse at the surface of his life.
She felt the tears flow easily down her cheeks. She didn't bother to wipe them away. Who was here to see her now?
No-one. She was alone.
Stella had been the one to tell her, breaking the news as gently as she could. Aiden almost snorted at the word. The news wasn't 'gentle' however it was put.
Danny had been out at a scene, completely focused on doing his job, just like the professional he was. One shot, that's all it had taken. Danny had been gone in an instant. He wouldn't have even known what had happened to him. She'd been told that there hadn't been any pain, but she couldn't help but think, 'How do they know that?'
She barely remembered the hug Stella had given her before leaving her alone with shocked thoughts and churning emotions.
She didn't know how long she'd sat there. At some stage Mac had come in and driven her home, his silence lending her his support more than words ever could. He had been through something too similar.
The next few days did not so much as float by as slam into her, knock her down and keep going without so much as an apology. They didn't register in anything but the brutality of his absence.
So now she sits and stares at she cold portraits she drew of him. Ones he never knew about, and now never will.
They are all she has left.
She threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave me
with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold
portraits to remind me!'
Painters- Jewel