Title: Mightier than a sword
Author: WriterKos
Rating: FR18
Parings: David Rossi/OFC
Characters: David Rossi, the whole gang
Genres: Drama, Character Study, Tragedy,
Warnings: Bad words, sex, kisses and mentions of erotic literature and arts throughout the story. Death (None of the main characters)
Summary: Where does real strength come from when life takes everything away? And how does one survive a cruel test when there's no one left to fight? Sometimes we are saved from the crash, but what if there's no will to fight left? What if there's no healing?

a/n: This is my entry for the OC Challenge from the CM forum. My prompt was to write a Rossi/OC story, whose name is Helen Johnson – Boss from a former job.

I'm going to take a literary license and twist it in my own way, creating a whole new corner of a universe for my cutie.

This might initially read like a Mary Sue/Pollyana story, but please bear with me. Those used to my writing know that nothing is what it seems, and under a smile there are layers and layers of background history.

Flames will be printed out and used to fuel the fire in my weekend barbecue.

Chapter 01: What if…

David Rossi's journal excerpt

Where does real strength come from when life takes everything away?

And how does one survive a cruel test when there's no one left to fight?

Sometimes we are saved from the crash, but what if there's no will to fight left?

What if there's no healing?

Caroline's death was a cruel blow in my ego as it shoved right into my face the fact that life was running faster and faster and the dawn of my days is closer than I've ever imagined.

The years of chasing criminals have taken their tool, painting the sides of my hairline once fully black in some white and gray. The lines around my eyes have become deeper and deeper, each telling a story of a loss I have somehow survived thanks only to my sheer will of kicking life back in the kisser.

But sometimes we are granted the privilege of being thrust into a situation where everything seems to be out of our control, when life shows up with its usual bitchslapping with all nails, biting, hair pulling and we find people who dare to stand in the eye of the storm and laugh, mocking the situation despite the despair that surrounds their hearts.

Sometimes there are no words.

Sometimes there is no healing.

Sometimes there isn't even time to accomplish everything you wished to accomplish because life is too short.

There is always a tale left untold and your story might remain unwritten.

But Helen's story had a storybook ending.

This is her story.

- TBC -