AN: So this is a FanFiction about one of my favourite CSI's and it's not exactly happy, in fact it's kind of sad so be warned.
Disclaimer: CSI: New York is not mine.
Snow blew to the ground as the storm in New York grew worse. People on the street ran inside knowing it wouldn't get any better, but one man stayed out. He sat down on a cold hard metal bench and waited for the cold and wind to freeze him so he could die and just be done with it all. His body had healed, but something had changed him. He was different now that the snow was gone. It was kind of a weird phrase seeing as it was snowing, but he didn't mean literal snow, he meant the kind that gave you a day off school the kind that stayed just long enough to make you want more, but it had never been his snow. He had made the snow for her, just for her. The snow had made her happy, but when it left he was broken and bleeding and though he looked better on the outside the inside was still just as broken, still bleeding, still waiting for the sun to break through the clouds, still waiting for more snow.
AN: So there it is. Please review.