In Repair
By: Allison
Disclaimer: CSI is the brainchild of Jerry Bruckheimer, Anthony Zuiker, and CBS. I make no money off of it, this is all for my own personal amusement…and well yours too, if you choose to enjoy it.
Spoilers: The Execution of Catherine Willows
Rated: G
A/N: Thanks to everyone that's any way involved in my writing…CSIgirl911, this one's for you…because I promised a post. ;)
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I'm in repair, Life that we share,I know that I'll be lost,
But we're always,
In repair.
-- Our Lady Peace
Protesters…everywhere. Men and women, hurling curses at her, and at the justice system in general. The fences and guards could protect her from the physical violence, but, their words were more hurtful than any fist or knife.
The Tahoe was her safe haven, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she reached it. Climbing in, she locked the door and laid her head against the back of the seat. Images danced in her mind; the last moments of John Mathers life replaying themselves over and over.
* It's like your first autopsy…if you can make it through that...you can keep on doing this job.*
But she wasn't sure if she could. Yes, her profession had conditioned her to be somewhat numb towards death…no not death, towards the dead. She'd never actually seen someone die. Two minutes…and then it was over. Two whole hellish minutes. She couldn't get past it.
"Grissom, yea…no really I'm…I'm fine." she lied, flipping open her cell phone to find Grissom on the other end. "…breakfast…no… breakfast sounds great. Sure. See you then."
She couldn't get past it. At least she couldn't, alone.
The End