This is my first for a long time as I had writers block so please be nice :) Short drabble on Sara contemplating why she does her job, I suppose you could say it was inspired by Goodbye And Goodluck. Constructive Crit is very welcome especially in regards to my grammar. All spelling mistakes are mine and the fault of spell checker ;)
Disclaimer : I don't own CSI or Sara Sidle, I have no money so suing me would be a pointless exercise!
Why
In my job you end up seeing the very worst of humanity, the dregs at the bottom of the cup. People who think fun is torturing, raping, abusing, and murdering. The victims are friends, lovers, children...hell even random strangers on the street. Gone in the flash of a blade, the tightening of a rope or the firing of a gun. I do this job because they need a voice to speak for them when they are on a slab in the morgue. When the stuck up bastards who put them there walk away with a few scratches, while the victims family falls apart because it's not fair, that's why I do it.
The part I hate the most is informing the family. There's a pattern that gets followed whether telling a devoted housewife or a highly successful businessman. First the few moments of silence, the cracks start to appear. The trembling and the tears welling in their shock glazed eyes. Finally breakdown, the crying starts, gently at first then working up to body racking sobs. All we can do is offer a tissue and promises to catch the person who ruined their life and make it a day they will never forget.
The only thing right with this job is that people lie to protect themselves. The evidence never does.
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