Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: Miami. I leave that to creators, Anthony E. Zuiker, Carol Mendelsohn, and Ann Donahue.
"How did you know I was gonna be here, H?"
"Where else would you be, Walter?"
"That's right. We're always here for each other," he heard Eric say.
"I'm on Walter's team, 'cause frankly, uh, Calleigh and I bet money on this, and I want to throw the game," Ryan replied.
In the clouds of Heaven, Jesse heard his friends and co-worker talking while they were on the beach. He was sitting on a cloud while watching all of them play the game that he and Walter were supposed to play at that time and place.
Jesse had been told that this would've been that this was their time to grieve and accept his death. The five stages of grief, he was told. He knew that his body was being shipped to his mother; the way it should be. He was okay with that if Horatio had made that possible. His heart, though, was here, and he'd watch Florida more than California.
Jesse had watched through the whole day the way his co-workers had worked to solve his murder, and he would be eternal grateful because he knew there were a lot of murders that still go unsolved. They saw that were working through their grief or just pushing it aside for later to deal with. He also had noticed that some were a little on edge like Horatio. If Natalia hadn't found what he was doing before poison had hit them, he doubt it would've gone unnoticed.
Jesse saw Walter make a basket and smiled. If he was down there, he wouldn't be rooting for Walter, but now that he was up here, he was. It was the end of beautiful, but short friendship.
Jesse knew that all of his friends and co-workers being on that court that meant they would be always there for each other like Eric said, but now he didn't have a doubt about.
"Jesse," he heard someone say. "It's time."
Jesse got up and walked toward the voice to what will be and left what was.