A/N: this is in response to the news that one of the three main characters, Eames, Goren, or Ross is going to die. This is how I would love to see it happen.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ross, Nate, Goren, Eames or their families, Dick Wolfe does.
Prologue
"Hey uncle Bobby when are we gonna go visit Aunt Alex???" Nate called to me from his room.
"As soon as I finish grading these papers." I called back from the room I had claimed as my office, when Nate moved in with me a few months ago, when he transferred to a private school that had classes about criminology and profiling. "Ok, finished! Get your jacket on then we can leave."
Nate grabbed his coat and met me at the car. "Hard to believe it's been five years today. Or that it was another beautiful fall day that day too." Nate said wiping away a tear that was making its way down his cheek.
Once we arrived at the cemetery, I let him have his time with the woman who gave birth to him. As I watched him visiting with his favorite aunt, I couldn't help remembering her pregnancy and how much I discovered during those nine months. It really was a remarkable thing what she had done for her sister. When He got done visiting with Alex I made my way to her gravestone.
"Hey Allie. Hard to believe it's been five years today. I still remember everything that we had planned for later that day." I gave a watery chuckle, and didn't even attempt to stem the flow of tears I knew were making their way down my cheeks. "It was supposed to be a normal visit to the crime scene, none of us thought the perp would come back, that he would be high, that he would do what we each knew could, but never thought would, happen…"