One Woman Down
Summary: The team think about the loss of their co-worker and friend.
Set in early Season 2, after Zoo York.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with CSI: NY, apart from my brother's
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Categories: General / Tragedy
This is my first fic so please be nice! I'm hoping to improve any OOC stuff in later fics, I hope…
Hawkes
It feels so empty. Ever since…
We weren't close, well not that close, but when she would stride in here, a grin on her face; her heels making that distinctive noise on the tiled floor, my mood would brighten. She did that to people – made them feel better.
Being stuck in the morgue most of the time, I was grateful for some fun. Aiden Burn could do that.
The new girl's nice enough. She's very wholesome and sweet and I like her, I do, but…
She's not Aiden.
And that's something we all need to get over.
Danny's finding it hard, really hard. That spark's missing from his eyes sometimes, and I can tell he's thinking about her. Ever since I've been out in the field, I've worked with Danny, and he looks strangely bare without her by his side. He knows it, but we carry on, never mentioning it.
Mac is typical Mac. I can't understand what he's feeling about Aiden. All I know is that he thinks that it's his fault – and that's from Stella's mouth, not mine. He keeps it all inside. I've seen him joking with Lindsey recently, he's lightened up. I like to tell myself that it's not to do with Aiden's departure, but what do I know? Not much when it comes to Mac Taylor, he's a closed book.
Flack. Now that's a guy I don't see too often. When I do see him and attempt to get a read on him, I'm not too sure. He misses her, like everyone else, but how much?
I should probably leave the 'mind probing' to Stella. She won't admit it, but she loves to get a read on people. If she didn't, how would she know Mac so well?
I try to stay out of people's personal lives. Work is work and home is home, but I have no problem mixing them once in a while. My colleagues are my friends, and I don't mind admitting it!
Aiden. Her jokes, her sarcastic voice, bouncing off the walls, echoing around the empty morgue.
After moving into the new building, the morgue doesn't echo anymore. Nor is it so empty.
Things change.
Facial reconstruction. Her speciality.
"No face."
"No problem."
I'll never forget it. Who can?
The time, the passion she put into her job doesn't seem to have paid off. I haven't heard from her yet.
We were all going to go out to celebrate Danny's birthday and Aiden was invited, but she didn't show. As Danny retreated to the bathroom to call her, the rest of us sat around his kitchen nervously, all of us suspecting that Lindsey was the reason for her absence.
Tension. Aiden couldn't stand it, Danny told me.
I'll warm to Lindsey, I know I will. But for now…
Stella's the only woman that gets results from me now.
We're one woman down, and everyone knows it.