Hey! Thanks for all the reviews. Never thought people would like this story.

I just saw Judgement day. Oh my god. Did they really have to end it there? Seriously! I wanted to see their reactions. I'm really mad at the writers now. Seems like every show I watch ends in a cliffhanger! aaaah!!

anyway I just wanted to say that and also hold a moment of silence for Jenny. (I didn't really like her but still it was sad that she died. Especially alone.)

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And the moment is over. enjoy!


Voices

Tony sat on his bed. The gun still to his head. It felt cold against his hot skin. And he sat there. Counting down. Counting down the remaining seconds of his life. His eyes were closed. And he remembered. He remembered Kate. He remembered Paula. He remembered Jeanne. And he waited. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Someone to save him? Someone to care?

He kept counting. The gun still to his head. His finger at the trigger. All he had to do was pull it. Pull it. Just one time. One shot. One bullet. It would end his life. It would end his pain. And he'd be with them. Paula and Kate. Two people who cared. He would be with them. All he had to do was pull the trigger. And he was going to do it. This was the end of his life.

Somehow he had always imagined his life to end differently. But you can't know everything. You can't know how your life is going to go. Nobody told him his father was going to hurt him. Nobody told him that he was going to see Kate die. Nobody told him that Paula was going to save his life. Nobody told him he was going to fall in love with the one person he could not fall in love with. Jeanne. Nobody told him. Nobody explained.

And he sat there. One shot. One bullet. The end of his life. Kate. Paula. Jeanne. Memories. Pain. Defeat. Tears. Hurt. Gun at his head. Cold against hot. Finger on the trigger. Memories. Pain. It hurt. And he just wanted it to stop. Memories. Kate. 'Don't do it Tony!' His eyes flew open. He could have sworn he heard her voice. His Katie.

He looked around. The room was empty. He was alone. It was all his imagination. His mind playing tricks on him. He closed his eyes again. The gun still at his head. Cold against hot. 'No Tony. Don't.' His eyes flew open again. 'Paula.' He whispered softly. But there was nobody there. It was all in his mind. His mind was playing tricks on him. Making him believe they were there. With him. All in his imagination. All in his head.

He closed his eyes again. Ready to pull the trigger this time. And stopped. He shook his head slightly. He couldn't do it. He had to do it. He had to make it stop. It hurt to much. It had to stop. He took a deep breath. Ready to do it. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He felt weak. So weak. 'You're weak boy. You'll never make it!' His fathers voice roared in his head. And he knew. His father was right. He was weak.

But he couldn't do it. He was weak. He couldn't do it. Slowly he let go of the gun. He heart it fall on the sheet next to him. He sighed. He opened his eyes. He couldn't do it. He couldn't. Slowly he took the pictures out of the frames. Couldn't do it. Couldn't stay. Had to run away. Get away from the pain. Slowly he got up. He looked at the pictures in his hand. Blood.

His hand was still bleeding. He couldn't feel it. He didn't care. Slowly he walked to the door. He could hear the glass break under his feet. It didn't matter. He didn't care. Slowly he put on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and his keys and left. He didn't lock the door. He didn't look back He didn't care. He left the TV playing. The empty bottle on the table. He left the glass on the floor. Blood from his hand and feet all over the apartment. He left the gun on the bed. And his cell phone somewhere there. And he left. Without looking back.

He went downstairs. He never saw Gibbs. Slowly he got into his car and drove. He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to get away. As far away as possible he didn't care where he was going. He didn't care where he was going. He didn't care if nobody knew where he was going. He didn't care.

But he was sure. He was sure he heard them. He didn't know if it was a figment of his imagination. Maybe it was just in his head. But for a moment he had been sure. He heard them. They were there. They still cared. Paula and Kate. He had heard it. Their voices.