Title:I´ll be missing you
Pairing: don´t ask.D/L all the freakin way!
Disclaimer: not mine :shakes head: nope! I checked my list and Carmine is still not mine :damn:
Spoilers: none.

Note: This fic came up when I was at church,so what I wrote is pretty much what happened there.I wrote this because of him,my grandfather who passed away two years ago.This is to him...TE QUIERO MUCHO TATA NINO!! I wish I had someone with me that day,I was alone and I needed someone to hold.

Sorry if this has nothing to do with Lindsay but I HAD to write it.I HAD TO!!

ps: MELISSA ROCKS!

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It's hard moments like this when you need a friend. Someone to hold onto and rely on. A day like this: two years ago, my grandfather passed away. We get together every year to commemorate his death. I'm not much of a church person, but he deserves this. He wasn't too happy about me becoming a CSI. He used to say I was too much of a lady to have that kind of job.

I miss him a lot.

I think about him every day. Every time I'm doing my job, he's there. He's a constant presence in my life. I wish I had just a few seconds to tell him how much he means to me. I try so hard to pay attention to what our priest says, but I can't seem to concentrate. My mind goes to New York, where the only man who can keep me alive is. I miss him. I want him with me so much it hurts.

My mom grabs my hand as a few tears run down her cheeks. I'm not sure I can stand watching her cry without crying myself. I've been holding back the tears and trying to be strong for her, no matter how much it hurts. I'm so absorbed in my own thoughts that I didn't notice when the mass ended. People stand up quickly, as the music from the choir keeps playing. I remain sitting, looking at an old statue of The Virgin Mary; one of my favorites.

Suddenly I realize I'm not alone anymore, when I hear the old bench creak beside me. I don't even dare to look. Maybe it's the parishioner looking for a random conversation about how God changed his life. I'm not in the mood to hear that kind of story. I feel an instant warmth on top of my hand and I turn around to face my intruder. My eyes water at the sight of him.

Danny.

He smiles at me. That sweet smile that melts my heart and warms the every inch of my body. He surprises me by his presence. I never thought he would come, but his kindness brings a smile to my face.

"Hi," he whispers.

I can't speak, afraid only sobs will come out. He understands and wraps his arms around my waist. I sob against his chest, not able to control my tears any longer since I have no reason to be strong anymore. There's no way I can tell him how much it means to me; how much it helps me to have him here. A slight touch of his hand against my cheek tells it all, but I still feel as if it's not enough. There's so much I have to say and so little time.

"Thank you..."

He smiles again and grabs my hand. We stare at each other for a few seconds. Its seems like an eternity, when my mother interrupt us. She smiles sweetly at Danny. She had heard so many stories about him that she was eager to met him.

"I guess we're ready to go then?" she asks and I look away, embarrassed. "I'm Joanna."

"Danny Messer." He barely speaks, which tells me he's embarrassed, too.

"I know," she says. "I need to ask you a couple of questions."

"Yes, Ma'am." He grabs my hand tight and my mother walks outside first. He looks at me before following her. He seems to be scared. I can't help but smile.

"Do I still have time to run away?" he asks.

"Too late, Messer. Time to met the family."

FIN

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