Words Without Weight
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I owned CSI… perhaps then I could afford to pay off my gigantic student loan and at least buy the good cheese every now and then (or afford to send someone out to do the good-cheese-shopping for me!)
Spoilers: Living Doll
Summary: Sara, the miniature killer, and other such things. I think I may have actually come up with a nice tidy outcome here for Living Doll.
A/N:
This starts a bit dark, but have no fear. More chapters to come, and the skies will clear.
Oh, and since I don't particularly like Warrick, he's not in this one. Andsowego
Words Without Weight
Chapter I
The car was getting heavier by the minute as the rain-soaked Nevada desert slowly turned to mush beneath her. She was cold, but not so cold as to trigger hypothermia… this was early summer in Vegas after all. She was wet, but not so wet that a middle-of-the-desert-drowning was on the menu… plus, she vaguely remembered something about one of those already occurring recently, and well, you know what they say about odds. She was scared, but not so scared that her pulse would run away with itself and leave her mourning the loss. She was bleeding, but it was only a little… no, correction… a lot. Well, there you have it.
Death by bleed-out.
She'd spent time pondering her own death before, after a close friend nearly bit it due to a nasty work-related incident, but she never pictured it like this. What does one ponder in the final moments? What should one be pondering? Aren't there some kind of standard requirements? Life accomplishments… or lack thereof? Love… or lack thereof? Family… or lack thereof? Somehow, she figured that feeling hopelessly inadequate wasn't exactly in the things-to-ponder-when-you're-dying protocol either, but it came so naturally to her. She'd spent her whole life trying to accomplish something that mattered, and now that her life was ending, none of it seemed necessary. Maybe she should have spent more time being honest with people. Somehow, she knew that it quite possibly would have worked a whole lot better.
Her last breath didn't come with a momentous realization.
In. Out. Done.
Her last thought was of the dog. He'd be crushed.
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Chapter II to come soon… GSR lovers... you won't regret sticking with this story!