Bang!
The blood starts to pool around her after the table caught the brunette in front of me. She was dead milliseconds after the bullet entered her brain. I wish I never had to do this.
Bang!
His face is now frozen in confusion and almost-recognition and will be until someone else can rearrange it. This young man barely had time to turn around. If someone had said something to us, we could have stopped you, and I wouldn't be doing this at all.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
How dare they try to stop me! They could have figured it out before it came to this. Their deaths are their own fault. They're the ones who ignored you in your time of need.
Bang!
The blonde died under the cover of her desk and unlike the others, she never saw me coming. You always spoke so highly of them, and they hide from me like cowards.
Bang!
He, a dark skinned man, was the fourth to come at me. This one was waving a gun around like he knew how to use it. Too bad he didn't have time to react until he had lead in his chest. You needed help, they didn't want to give you any.
Bang!
This one, who looks to be one of the most important people around here, tried to reason with me. He tried to make me believe that everything would be okay, but only if I gave him the gun. I told him nothing would be okay, then I shot him. Nothing would be okay ever again, not since you died.
Jared Stokes sat sobbing at Nicholas' grave when his brother came up to him, relief written all over his face.
"Jared! Where've ya been? We've been looking for days." Nick yelled, jogging across the cemetery.
Jared looked up and stopped crying. My brother's ghost. I have to be strong.
"I finally avenged you, Nick." he whispered solemnly.
Nick gave him a small, sad smile. Ever since Jared had been diagnosed with schizophrenia, he'd been having the delusion that Nick had committed suicide after a long bout of depression which his co-workers hadn't cared enough to notice. Thus, Nick had to be "avenged" by Jared who would kill all the CSIs who had regular contact with him in Las Vegas. This only happened when Jared hid his medication in his mouth instead of taking it.
"Okay, okay. Now, let's come away from Grandpa Stokes' grave. I'm sure he'd rather you left him in peace." Nick said, taking his brother by the elbow towards his rental.
Jared was quiet until he got into the car. "I went to Las Vegas, Nick. I've avenged you." Jared started, looking straight ahead.
Nick paused when he heard this. It was never 'I did this, I did that' from Jared, it was always future tense. He suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Jared, I'm just going to make a quick phone call, okay?"
He said nothing while Nick grabbed his cell phone to call Grissom.
Riiiing. Riiiing. Riiiing. Rii- "Nick?" said a voice that was definitely not his supervisor's.
The youngest Stokes was beginning to panic. "Brass, why do you have Grissom's phone?"
A hesitation. "No one called you?"
Nick's heart was in his throat and his stomach clenching. "Called me for what? Brass, what's going on?"
There was a bit of static, then murmured voices. "Nicky, I'm sorry, but…they're dead. All of them."
He felt like he was going to throw up. "All of them? Gris, Catherine, Greg…all of them?"
"Yeah, Nicky. All of them. I'm sorry, Nick. I-"
But Nick had dropped the phone, then took his head in his hands. "What did you do, Jared?" He pleaded without looking up.
Jared didn't say anything.
Not gonna lie, I don't own CSI.
What is this, you might ask. Why, it's something that is to be interpreted yourselves. Couldn't help but reuse the name, I might add. And I know I should probably be working on Loss for Words, but I couldn't help but write this…which was partially written back in January, anyway. Will write a sequel if you want it (it's partially written, too) and I hope to hear back from you 8)