Okay, this is a fic I started writing a while ago, then stopped and I picked it back up again and edited it a bit. So, here goes nothing. I don't own anything sadly because Greg would be a nice thing to own, but I am getting ahead of myself. R&R please and if you hate it, don't reply, just don't read anymore. No need to be mean. If there is something I could do to make it better grammatically or description etc, kindly let me know. Thanks guys!
She's everything to me. Does she know? Do I tell her? No, I sit back and let the days slip by. Days that could have been spent together. Did I tell her about my hearing? No, I kept it from her, my best friend and I didn't say a word. She was so devastated when she found out. I could see the pain in her eyes, the betrayal. She told me everything about her life, and I kept such an important thing from her.
I was always so proud of her, whether I told her or not. She had a good life despite what she had to go through to get it, she had a wonderful daughter and she had a great job. I always knew she would be a good asset to my team, she's been like a mother to the "kids" at work, and the greatest mother to Lindsay.
With Eddie's death, she held her head high for Lindsay's sake, refusing to show one bit of sorrow or grief. Except that one night; I saw Lindsay a few days later, Cath brought her to work when she couldn't find a baby-sitter, Lindsay tugged on my hand when Cath was out of the room and she asked me to take care of her mommy because she was sad and cried each night. That night of the accident I was sitting in front of someone's house that I knew could never satisfy me or make me smile like Catherine. Catherine needed me, but she didn't ask. She would never ask for help, she would help everyone and be a great friend, but would never ask for anything. No matter what was bothering her, she would plaster a smile on and dance her masquerade.
She is an amazing person, was, but always will be. I haven't cried yet, but now I allow a tear to slip down my cheek. A single tear, in lieu of my empty heart. I barely flinch when I feel a strong hand on my shoulder. "Gil," Nick steps up beside me and tells me we have to go, it is obvious to me that he was crying and trying to hide it for my sake. I glance once more at her casket and place a red rose on the top along with the others that the people before had placed there. Lindsay is in Warrick's arms, burying her head in his shoulder. They and the rest of the team wait by the door for Nick and I. They are comforting each other, but I can no longer hear what they are saying. I am confused if it is because I blocked everything out or because of my hearing loss. Things start to go blurry, and it doesn't take me long to realize it isn't from crying. I blink a couple of times and struggle to see straight, but things begin to go dull, I can't make out the group anymore. The scene before me goes black as my knees give out and I start to collapse.
To Be Continued....... (you will want to read the next part, trust me)
She's everything to me. Does she know? Do I tell her? No, I sit back and let the days slip by. Days that could have been spent together. Did I tell her about my hearing? No, I kept it from her, my best friend and I didn't say a word. She was so devastated when she found out. I could see the pain in her eyes, the betrayal. She told me everything about her life, and I kept such an important thing from her.
I was always so proud of her, whether I told her or not. She had a good life despite what she had to go through to get it, she had a wonderful daughter and she had a great job. I always knew she would be a good asset to my team, she's been like a mother to the "kids" at work, and the greatest mother to Lindsay.
With Eddie's death, she held her head high for Lindsay's sake, refusing to show one bit of sorrow or grief. Except that one night; I saw Lindsay a few days later, Cath brought her to work when she couldn't find a baby-sitter, Lindsay tugged on my hand when Cath was out of the room and she asked me to take care of her mommy because she was sad and cried each night. That night of the accident I was sitting in front of someone's house that I knew could never satisfy me or make me smile like Catherine. Catherine needed me, but she didn't ask. She would never ask for help, she would help everyone and be a great friend, but would never ask for anything. No matter what was bothering her, she would plaster a smile on and dance her masquerade.
She is an amazing person, was, but always will be. I haven't cried yet, but now I allow a tear to slip down my cheek. A single tear, in lieu of my empty heart. I barely flinch when I feel a strong hand on my shoulder. "Gil," Nick steps up beside me and tells me we have to go, it is obvious to me that he was crying and trying to hide it for my sake. I glance once more at her casket and place a red rose on the top along with the others that the people before had placed there. Lindsay is in Warrick's arms, burying her head in his shoulder. They and the rest of the team wait by the door for Nick and I. They are comforting each other, but I can no longer hear what they are saying. I am confused if it is because I blocked everything out or because of my hearing loss. Things start to go blurry, and it doesn't take me long to realize it isn't from crying. I blink a couple of times and struggle to see straight, but things begin to go dull, I can't make out the group anymore. The scene before me goes black as my knees give out and I start to collapse.
To Be Continued....... (you will want to read the next part, trust me)
