Title: I Won't Cry
Author: Sara
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Summary: Crying would only mean he is really gone forever.
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I cant cry. Crying would only mean he is gone for good. He was shot. Dead. The suspect had returned to the scene. I had gone to the car to get the camera I had left behind, while he stayed to analyze the scene. I was back in less than three minutes and when I walked in there he was lying on the floor. His once blue shirt now dyed a crimson color.
"Grissom!" I yelled trying to hold back my tears.
I ran to him. His eyes were wandering until they landed on mine, which depicted absolute horror.
"S-Sara." He managed to get out.
"Shhhh." I told him. "Save your strength, you'll be ok." I knew it was a lie judging by the amount of blood on the floor, and the depth of the stab wounds to his chest.
I radioed in our situation, but I feared there was no hope.
"Sara." He began, "I love you Sara. I have ever since I first laid eyes on you, and I always will. Tell Kylie I love her and that I'm sorry I am going to miss her birthday."
I clutched his hand in mine and squeezed it tightly. "I love you too Grissom I always have. And I will tell Kylie that her daddy sacrificed himself so that we can be safe, and that you love her very much." My tears began to fall uncontrollably.
"T-Thank you." He whispers.
"I love you Grissom. I swear I will get him. I will get the person who did this to you. I swear I will." I said angrily
"I know you will." He took in a deep breath, "I love you," were his dying words.
He died a hero there on the cold hard floor.
Now I stand here dressed in black holding Kylie, our now six-year-old daughter close to me. His casket is there lying in front of me. I refuse to cry. Crying would only mean he is really gone for good. So I will not cry. I will pray, and maybe someday we will see each other again in heaven.
I cant cry. Crying would only mean he is gone for good. He was shot. Dead. The suspect had returned to the scene. I had gone to the car to get the camera I had left behind, while he stayed to analyze the scene. I was back in less than three minutes and when I walked in there he was lying on the floor. His once blue shirt now dyed a crimson color.
"Grissom!" I yelled trying to hold back my tears.
I ran to him. His eyes were wandering until they landed on mine, which depicted absolute horror.
"S-Sara." He managed to get out.
"Shhhh." I told him. "Save your strength, you'll be ok." I knew it was a lie judging by the amount of blood on the floor, and the depth of the stab wounds to his chest.
I radioed in our situation, but I feared there was no hope.
"Sara." He began, "I love you Sara. I have ever since I first laid eyes on you, and I always will. Tell Kylie I love her and that I'm sorry I am going to miss her birthday."
I clutched his hand in mine and squeezed it tightly. "I love you too Grissom I always have. And I will tell Kylie that her daddy sacrificed himself so that we can be safe, and that you love her very much." My tears began to fall uncontrollably.
"T-Thank you." He whispers.
"I love you Grissom. I swear I will get him. I will get the person who did this to you. I swear I will." I said angrily
"I know you will." He took in a deep breath, "I love you," were his dying words.
He died a hero there on the cold hard floor.
Now I stand here dressed in black holding Kylie, our now six-year-old daughter close to me. His casket is there lying in front of me. I refuse to cry. Crying would only mean he is really gone for good. So I will not cry. I will pray, and maybe someday we will see each other again in heaven.