I would like to say that this is not my personal belief as to what happens when someone dies. I respect everyone's belief as to what happens in the afterlife.

He was dying. That much was obvious.

Trust the cops to do a sloppy work of clearing the crime scene. The suspect hadn't left the house. And now Nick was on his back in a dark bedroom, alone, his throat slit and unable to cry for help.

The irony of it all was that he'd had a gun held to his face, he'd been stalked, buried alive, only to die at a crime scene in what should have been a relatively safe environment. But then, he'd never been safe, had he ?

He could here Grissom moving just down the hallway. A small grunt escaped his lips, but for some reason, that was the most noise he could make. What if his attacker decided to make Grissom his next victim ? Nick would be responsable, because Nick would have failed to warn him. However, there was the possibility that Grissom was safer where he was.

He was fading fast, his vision blurred around the edges. He probably had minutes left to live, if that . His breath made gargling sounds as the blood trickled down the back of his throat. To make matters worse, his heart beat faster, blood spilling, killing him quicker.

He wondered how the others would react when they found him. Although, thyat wasn't entirely true he was only curious about Grissom's reaction. He doubted the man would cry like the others. He'd never been special to Grissom, always a disappointment in the man's eyes. He was going to die a failiure.

His autopsy would probably be a lot like his hallucination in the plexiglass coffin. Doc Robbins would rip him appart with a chainsaw, perhaps while dancing to music and then he'd hand Grissom his heart and say...

A noise snapped Nick out of his daydream. He listened, but heard nothing new.

But it was okay, because his parent s were religious people and even though he was a scientist, he would go to heaven and maybe he'd find his dog there, and then one day he'd meet the rest of his family there and maybe Grissom and the others and he'd be happy and no more guns or burials or other traumas. He just had to wait for the white light to take him to heaven.

But instead of the light, it got darker, and Nick's heart beat faster towards death in fear, and suddenly he understood. There was no white light. Death was going to be dark and cold and he wondered vaguely if he'd even be aware of that. When his brain stopped functionning, he would have no sense of self awareness would he ? He'd simply... Well, he had no idea what would happen. If only he could've done more, if only he'd...

His heart stopped beating. Nick was gone.

Grissom found his body minutes later, but nothing could be done. It was too late.

Nick Stokes had ceased to exist.

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