All right, I am doing an epilogue!!!
What exactly happened to everyone? Well I didn't really plan this so sorry if it sucks!
Disclaimer Chapter 8 and Epilogue: Character's are not mine! They never were and I doubt that CBS would let me kill some one!
I just want to say I am sorry if I depressed anyone. It has been kinda depressing around here lately, so sorry once again!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Nick's POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Epilogue to Surviving
Or
Chapter 9: The Year After
The wind tugged at my shirt.
I had been standing there for a half hour, just looking at the cold stone.
'Sara Sidle
September 16, 1971 - December 5, 2002
Beloved Daughter
Adored Friend
May her soul rest in peace'
It was the 50th time I had read it, today.
I stand here alone.
I am early.
I wait for the others.
I haven't seen them in a year.
We promised each other that every year on this day we would meet here.
No matter where we were, or what we were doing.
We would meet.
I hear someone approach behind me.
I don't look at whom.
I can tell who it is.
I hear their voice.
"Adored Friend, good choice Nick"
Her voice is broken.
She is crying.
I would cry too, but I have no more tears.
She puts her hand on my shoulder.
I look over at her.
She holds flowers in her hand.
Catherine looks aged.
Her face seems more wrinkled and her hair not as bright.
The blue eyes I remember are gray.
Last time I heard from Catherine, she was in Seattle with Lindsey.
She was recruited to be the supervisor there.
That was about six months ago.
I don't know if she is still there, but I think she is.
"Nick are you ok?"
"Yes, but I can't believe it's been a year."
"Me neither"
I lay my arm over her shoulders and hug her tight.
I feel her body shake as she tries to stop crying, but I can tell it's hard for her.
She leans down and places her daisies next to my roses.
We stand here together reminiscing.
I go through all my memories of Sara again for the millionth time.
I can only guess Catherine is doing the same.
I try to break out of the past back to present.
"How's Lindsey?"
She looks up at me and wipes her eyes.
"She's good, she started 4th grade this year. She likes Seattle."
"Is it nice there?"
"Yea, its beautiful, but very cold."
I nod at her response and the silence overtakes us once more.
I hear a second person approaching us.
Catherine and I turn to see who it is.
I see the familiar face of my friend.
His hair is cut shorter.
He holds tulips in his hand.
"Hi Warrick."
I hear a voice next to me say.
"Hi,"
His voice is solemn.
He looks to the ground as he walks to my side.
"Hey,"
"Hey,"
I see him stare at the stone.
He doesn't say a word.
Warrick is the only one who stayed at the Las Vegas lab.
I heard he worked there for about a month then transferred over to homicide with Brass.
Grissom told me he didn't get along with the new CSI's.
No words are spoken between us.
There is no need for words.
Warrick lays down his flowers next to mine.
He sits there for a minute.
His hand on the stone.
A tear on his cheek.
The cold pierces my skin.
I feel it inside and out.
Warrick rises and walks back to his place next to me.
I go over again how it could have been me.
I might have been the one, under 6 feet of dirt.
But I am not.
I am the one who stands here looking at my friend's tombstone.
She gave her life for me.
The act of pure love.
If only I could have had the chance to return it.
I wish everyday that it could have ended differently.
With no pain.
No suffering.
But it didn't.
She went through a lot of pain.
Her pain is gone and mine is everlasting.
Sometimes I wonder if she got the better end of the deal.
We stand here with our faces turning red.
I hear church bells in the distance.
I shiver.
The cold was taking a toll on me.
We wait for the last member of our team.
We don't wait for long.
I hear footsteps on the fallen leaves behind us.
I turn and see my former boss.
His face is unshaven.
His hair is whiter.
He has no flowers in his hand.
His hands are stuffed into his jacket pockets.
Catherine told me about his ear condition six months ago.
I can tell she wasn't lying, but I didn't doubt her anyway.
I see the aids in his ears.
He retired after everything had happened.
The last time I had seen him was in the hospital.
I heard that he moved to Miami.
I can tell.
His skin is darker.
He walks past us as if we aren't there.
Grissom kneels in front of the stone and places his hand on it.
We watch his lips move with no words come out.
Gil Grissom is praying.
We stare in amazement.
He takes his hand off the stone and reaches into his jacket.
I don't see what he takes out.
He sits there for a minute more, then gets up and walks over next to Catherine.
I look and see what he left.
Amongst the flowers, I see a Monarch Butterfly encased in glass.
The orange on its wings, glows.
I come to this spot everyday.
Out of the past year, it is the brightest thing I have seen around here.
Tamales Bay, California is where Sara lays.
I now live here where she grew up.
I walk the sidewalks she walked.
I drive on the streets she drove on.
I live in the house she lived in.
This is the way I feel close to her.
I look and see my friends.
Her friends, my friends.
We stand there remembering every moment we had with her.
We stand in a line.
Warrick in Las Vegas.
Me in Tamales Bay.
Catherine in Seattle.
Grissom in Miami.
We are separate.
Dealing with her death in our own special ways.
One by one we leave.
Saying our small goodbyes
Going back to our lives.
I am last.
I'll be back tomorrow.
I come everyday.
My payment to her.
My only hope is that she is in a better place.
I take one last look at the butterfly that Grissom left.
It is as beautiful as her.
I can't wait to see her again one day.
Finish *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok the story is over. It is a sad one, but I am coming up with a soft Christmas one Nick/OC, not the N/S I promised but that one will come soon after! I need to get the Christmas one done soon, before Christmas is over so I'm going to start soon.
Please r/r!
~Jax
What exactly happened to everyone? Well I didn't really plan this so sorry if it sucks!
Disclaimer Chapter 8 and Epilogue: Character's are not mine! They never were and I doubt that CBS would let me kill some one!
I just want to say I am sorry if I depressed anyone. It has been kinda depressing around here lately, so sorry once again!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Nick's POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Epilogue to Surviving
Or
Chapter 9: The Year After
The wind tugged at my shirt.
I had been standing there for a half hour, just looking at the cold stone.
'Sara Sidle
September 16, 1971 - December 5, 2002
Beloved Daughter
Adored Friend
May her soul rest in peace'
It was the 50th time I had read it, today.
I stand here alone.
I am early.
I wait for the others.
I haven't seen them in a year.
We promised each other that every year on this day we would meet here.
No matter where we were, or what we were doing.
We would meet.
I hear someone approach behind me.
I don't look at whom.
I can tell who it is.
I hear their voice.
"Adored Friend, good choice Nick"
Her voice is broken.
She is crying.
I would cry too, but I have no more tears.
She puts her hand on my shoulder.
I look over at her.
She holds flowers in her hand.
Catherine looks aged.
Her face seems more wrinkled and her hair not as bright.
The blue eyes I remember are gray.
Last time I heard from Catherine, she was in Seattle with Lindsey.
She was recruited to be the supervisor there.
That was about six months ago.
I don't know if she is still there, but I think she is.
"Nick are you ok?"
"Yes, but I can't believe it's been a year."
"Me neither"
I lay my arm over her shoulders and hug her tight.
I feel her body shake as she tries to stop crying, but I can tell it's hard for her.
She leans down and places her daisies next to my roses.
We stand here together reminiscing.
I go through all my memories of Sara again for the millionth time.
I can only guess Catherine is doing the same.
I try to break out of the past back to present.
"How's Lindsey?"
She looks up at me and wipes her eyes.
"She's good, she started 4th grade this year. She likes Seattle."
"Is it nice there?"
"Yea, its beautiful, but very cold."
I nod at her response and the silence overtakes us once more.
I hear a second person approaching us.
Catherine and I turn to see who it is.
I see the familiar face of my friend.
His hair is cut shorter.
He holds tulips in his hand.
"Hi Warrick."
I hear a voice next to me say.
"Hi,"
His voice is solemn.
He looks to the ground as he walks to my side.
"Hey,"
"Hey,"
I see him stare at the stone.
He doesn't say a word.
Warrick is the only one who stayed at the Las Vegas lab.
I heard he worked there for about a month then transferred over to homicide with Brass.
Grissom told me he didn't get along with the new CSI's.
No words are spoken between us.
There is no need for words.
Warrick lays down his flowers next to mine.
He sits there for a minute.
His hand on the stone.
A tear on his cheek.
The cold pierces my skin.
I feel it inside and out.
Warrick rises and walks back to his place next to me.
I go over again how it could have been me.
I might have been the one, under 6 feet of dirt.
But I am not.
I am the one who stands here looking at my friend's tombstone.
She gave her life for me.
The act of pure love.
If only I could have had the chance to return it.
I wish everyday that it could have ended differently.
With no pain.
No suffering.
But it didn't.
She went through a lot of pain.
Her pain is gone and mine is everlasting.
Sometimes I wonder if she got the better end of the deal.
We stand here with our faces turning red.
I hear church bells in the distance.
I shiver.
The cold was taking a toll on me.
We wait for the last member of our team.
We don't wait for long.
I hear footsteps on the fallen leaves behind us.
I turn and see my former boss.
His face is unshaven.
His hair is whiter.
He has no flowers in his hand.
His hands are stuffed into his jacket pockets.
Catherine told me about his ear condition six months ago.
I can tell she wasn't lying, but I didn't doubt her anyway.
I see the aids in his ears.
He retired after everything had happened.
The last time I had seen him was in the hospital.
I heard that he moved to Miami.
I can tell.
His skin is darker.
He walks past us as if we aren't there.
Grissom kneels in front of the stone and places his hand on it.
We watch his lips move with no words come out.
Gil Grissom is praying.
We stare in amazement.
He takes his hand off the stone and reaches into his jacket.
I don't see what he takes out.
He sits there for a minute more, then gets up and walks over next to Catherine.
I look and see what he left.
Amongst the flowers, I see a Monarch Butterfly encased in glass.
The orange on its wings, glows.
I come to this spot everyday.
Out of the past year, it is the brightest thing I have seen around here.
Tamales Bay, California is where Sara lays.
I now live here where she grew up.
I walk the sidewalks she walked.
I drive on the streets she drove on.
I live in the house she lived in.
This is the way I feel close to her.
I look and see my friends.
Her friends, my friends.
We stand there remembering every moment we had with her.
We stand in a line.
Warrick in Las Vegas.
Me in Tamales Bay.
Catherine in Seattle.
Grissom in Miami.
We are separate.
Dealing with her death in our own special ways.
One by one we leave.
Saying our small goodbyes
Going back to our lives.
I am last.
I'll be back tomorrow.
I come everyday.
My payment to her.
My only hope is that she is in a better place.
I take one last look at the butterfly that Grissom left.
It is as beautiful as her.
I can't wait to see her again one day.
Finish *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok the story is over. It is a sad one, but I am coming up with a soft Christmas one Nick/OC, not the N/S I promised but that one will come soon after! I need to get the Christmas one done soon, before Christmas is over so I'm going to start soon.
Please r/r!
~Jax