A/N: This idea came to me when I should have been taking algebra notes, but I prefer fics to notes. This is a GSR oneshot with some angst. I don't own CSI, the characters, or anything of HIM. Enjoy!
Summary: Grissom can't deal with Sara's death, so he tries to feel what the killer did.
Wings of a Butterfly
He loved her…
Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice.
They had been engaged and they would be getting married in three weeks. A lowlife had to change that. Grissom and the team had found the rapist, but that didn't bring back his butterfly. He had tortured her, raped her, and then beat her to death. The only thing Grissom could relate it to was someone ripping out the wings of a butterfly. The tears started to fall again. He put his face in his hands to shield his sadness and grief.
Come on, and show them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
Why did someone have to do this to Sara, his butterfly? All of this anger and grief led him to open up his butterfly collection and look at it, just as Sara had so many times. She loved the butterflies in his collection. He started to scream as he started to rip off the wings of the butterflies. He had to feel what the rapist felt as he was hurting Sara.
This endless mercy mile
We're crawling side by side
With hell freezing over in our eyes
Gods kneel before our crime
Catherine was startled when she heard Grissom scream from his office. The whole team had been emotionally distracted when it came to work since the incident, but nothing like Grissom. She immediately began running to his office only to see him on the ground next to shreds of butterflies. He had destroyed all of the books except for one. He reached for the final book, but Catherine stopped him.
Come on, and show them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
"It was her favorite book of butterflies. Besides they are all so pretty. Do you really think she would like it if you totaled her favorite book of butterflies? I can't believe you, Mr. Bugman, did this to these creatures."
Come on, and show them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
He stopped and put his head down in his palms again to cover his sobs, but even his strong hands couldn't keep the waterfalls from his cerulean eyes. Catherine pulled him into a hug, and he screamed into her shoulder. "I loved her! This wasn't supposed to happen; we were supposed to get married, have kids, and grow old together. That bastard changed everything. She was my butterfly and I was supposed to protect her."
"You can't blame yourself, Gil. That bastard is getting what he deserves, and I know that doesn't bring her back, but by God that's the closest thing to closure we have. It never will bring her back, but things happen for a reason."
They pulled apart for a second to wipe their eyes. "Now I'm the last person you would expect t get religious on you, but God does work in mysterious ways." Catherine stated as she wiped another tear from Grissom's sad face.
"You're right; I just wish it was me instead of her."
"Don't we all hun, don't we all?"
"Why did he take my butterfly's wings?" he thought to himself.
Come on, and show them your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
Yeah…He loved her.
A/N: The lyrics are from HIM's Wings of a Butterfly. I just wanted to write a fic to these lyrics and this is what I came up with. Please R&R. CSI-Sidle-Willows, out!