Author note: I love this show. Michael Emerson and, especially, James Caviezel, make this hour long show not only good action, but good drama as well. If you haven't seen it or even heard of it, I suggest you give it a try.
This fic take place during one of my favorite episodes, Cura Te Ipsum.
[b]Playing God [/b]
John Reese felt the tug of an ocean breeze on his neck as he sat across the table from Andrew Benton. It was a pleasant sensation; one that was incongruous with his conflicting emotions. The man opposite him was serial rapist; a man who had repeatedly seduced, drugged, and humiliated numerous unsuspecting women; a man, who, for all intents and purposes was unapologetic and was destined to continue his malicious ways.
But, did he deserve to die? Was it Reese's decision? Was he God, judging a man's right to live? Was recognizing Benton's sin and instead of offering redemption, willing to strike the man out of existence. Had Dr. Tillman's grief and calculating preparation drawn him into single minded need for revenge?
Reese had killed before, even in cold blood. It wasn't new to him. In fact, it was all too familiar. But he could see, now, that it wasn't part of the new man he wanted to be. He had a new purpose; a purpose that distracted him from the agonizing despair he knew so well. It was a purpose to save the potential victims and disable the perpetrators of violent crimes.
But the man before him was both victim and perpetrator. The easy out would be to kill Benton and be done with it. Dispose of the body and wrap a nice bow on the case. No checking up the guy later. No potential drama. No additional pleading. His old self wouldn't even be having this conversation. He would consider it a waste of time.
Reese picked up the gun he had left on the table, enjoying the feel of it in his hand.
What to do?