"I use to worry about who would fight the monsters when I'm gone. Looking back at my life, I never really had to worry. I always had someone there who was willing to fight, I just never noticed. She always said she was going to be a medical examiner. No one ever believed her, but she did it. My most joyful moment in life was when they called her name during her graduation from medical school. We lied about who she was so she could do her internship in Miami. Well, we didn't actually lie. She used our mother's maiden name. No one ever seemed to notice how close we really were. How could they? We screamed at each other to mask our love. I watch her from heaven now. She lurks in the morgue, studying the bodies until she can almost solve the case herself. She's always so dedicated. She sees the reason in everything. She never questions Horatio's motives like I did. Now, medical examiners might not be on the frontline of the fighting of monsters, but without them the frontline would fail. Behind every good CSI is a great medical examiner. She was the driving force in everyone mourning my death. Her spirit convinced them that they could not move on until they mourned. Being on stage, working on a play, was her way of mourning, but I already knew that. I just wish she could have been there when I died, so I could tell her how proud I am of her. I always told her I loved her, but my pride for her never came out. As I lay dying I realized I never had to worry about who would fight the monsters when I died. My sister was always there to continue the fight."
