Title: Grief
Fandom: CSI: NY
Author: Alidiabin
Words: 311
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings/Spoilers/Rating: none | G
Parings: Mac/Stella
Summary: She couldn't make the day any easier for him but she could at least feed him.
Grief
An air of sadness blew across America as the date etched in everyone's mind came around again. A day few wished to remember. A date that would for ever be associate with memorials and death. All of America grieved.
But one grieved for more than just lives of fellow Americans lost. Mac Taylor grieved for a lost wife. He grieved for everything that could have been different if he had just begged her to play hooky that day.
He took the day off work. It was better that way. He would receive no awkward glances, no condolences and no awkward hugs. He attended the service in the morning. He listened as children who had been in utero when they lost their fathers read poems to them. He watched as parents cried for lost children and as fire-fighters mourned their lost brothers in arms. He felt almost inadequate he had lost only a wife. A wife who he had shared a good portion of his life with. But he still grieved.
Stella turned up at his apartment with a box of beer in one hand and some Greek food wrapped in tin foil. She let herself in. She did not comment when she saw Mac sitting holding the beach ball that Claire had blown up, one of his few remainders of her.
"Is this a Greek thing," he uttered as she put the food in the microwave, "you cook to make me feel better,"
"I got it from the restaurant down the street," Stella replied, "And I'm sure most cultures have a similar thing, food and grief."
The microwave pinged. She collected the food and put it on a clean plate. She handed it to Mac with a knife and folk. There was no way she could make the day any easier for him, but she could at least ensure he ate.