Authors Note
My very first ever CSI fanfiction.
Should it be my last?
Disclaimer
Sorry, not mine, CBS owns them all, but I wish I could have Greggo.
Maybe Nicky too.
-sigh-
ENJOY!
When you lose someone close to you and you never got to know them, even though they should be a part of your life, how do you tell them you exist and that you need them?
Dear Daddy,
You probably don't know who I am. Let me tell you. My name is Guinevere, Guinevere Sidle-Stokes. I'm 12 and I've never met you before.
You died before I was born. I think mum said she was about 7 months pregnant with me when you were killed. Uncle Warrick and Auntie Catherine tell me stories when I stay over there, I wish I could know you, you sound like you're a cool person.
I guess that I haven't really missed out on the father figure thing in my life. I've got Uncle Warrick, Uncle Greg and especially Uncle Gil. They all treat me like I'm their own, but I guess it's different to if I had my own dad.
Auntie Catherine says I look a lot like you would have if you had been a girl, I laugh when she says that. I'll tell you what I look like. I have long hair past my shoulders and it's brown, about your colour, it's dead straight, like yours, no where near curly like mums, I have your eyes, warm and brown they say, but I don't get it because mum's eyes are brown as well. They say yours are darker, but I don't know. I'm kind of tall for my age, cos mum's real tall and I'm guessing you were as well. Were you?
Uncle Gil told me the story of how you died yesterday, it was my birthday and mum had said that when I turned 12 I could know.
He sat down with me and held my hand. He told me how you were on assignment and you got the guy, but not before he got you. I cried, I really did, so did mum. Uncle Gil looked almost ready to cry as well, but he didn't he was brave.
People keep telling me that you died a hero.
But I don't believe them, because heroes come back when they're hurt.
And I'm still sitting here, trying to live my life without you, waiting. For you to come home and hug me for the first time. To kiss me on the cheek. Do all the things my friend's dads do.
Why did you leave me? Before I even got to know you?
Did you say goodbye to me? Goodbye to mum?
I know you can't answer my questions, but I needed to ask them.
You're not a hero. You're just the bravest, most helpful person that could ever be. You're no hero. Because you haven't come home yet.
Love,
Your Daughter,
Guinevere Sidle-Stokes.
Authors Note
I tried my hardest.
It was my first.
Be kind and honest.
And quench my thirst…
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Ta hon.
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