Ashes To Ashes
By: Harold Finch and Grace Luvr
Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is another one of my last minute one shots. Even though they don't get a lot of reviews, I still enjoy writing them. I hope you enjoy reading this new one! :D
Horatio's POV
I've been through a lot in my life.
I've had lots of sad and painful moments.
I've lost people that I loved.
But the saddest moment of my life took place over ten years ago.
On November 5th, 1999.….. My brother was murdered.
Drugs. He was supposed to blend in with the city's top drug lords.
Top drug users.
But he quickly became one himself.
And it led to his demise.
Or so we all had thought.
About two years ago, he reappeared.
Looking pretty damn good for a dead man.
I saved his ass yet again, and he ran off to Rio with a beautiful wife he didn't deserve, and a son who loved him too much to care about his mistakes.
Raymond Caine.
My brother.
The man who made mistakes left and right.
Who was as careless as the night is black.
He always left me to clean up his messes, and I did so begrudgingly.
He might've made a hell of a lot of mistakes, but he was still my brother. And I loved him.
On June 8th, 2012, Raymond was murdered again.
And this time, I knew he wasn't coming back.
I watched him as he slowly died in my arms.
Taking his final, struggled breaths.
He died at the hands of drugs yet again.
Beaten mercilessly by the leader of the Mala Noche gang in Rio.
Everyday, we all get closer and closer to death's door.
But my brother knocked on death's door too early.
And death let him in.
We flew him back to Miami that weekend for his burial.
It was a simple, yet beautiful service.
My nephew sat next to me as tears poured from his young eyes.
His father had been cruelly ripped from him again.
It truly was cruel for a boy his age to loose his father.
But then again,… life is cruel.
I wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders.
I held my sister in law's hand at his funeral for the second time.
She didn't cry as much as she did the first time.
But the tears were still there.
The pain was still etched onto her beautiful face.
I had fallen in love with her from the moment I first met her.
Years ago.
The one woman that I had always wanted.
The woman I could never have.
Even in death, my brother was preventing me from enjoying life's simple pleasures.
I watched as the pastor said his final words, and my brother's casket slowly lowered into the ground.
I wrapped my arms around my family as we all said goodbye to Raymond Caine.
My little brother.
Earth to earth.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Fin
Author's Note 2: I hope you all enjoyed! Let me know what you thought! :D