Disclaimer: I don't own Crossing Jordan. This isn't for profit. But oh the fun I have...
Fair Warning: This deals with a really important issue, but a dark one nonetheless. If you don't like angst, or cliffhangers, don't read it.
I got the idea while reading jmkw's "Balancing the Scales" (which if you haven't read-do so!!) but as you'll soon see it isn't similar at all. And someone said it best in a review somewhere (sorry not sure who!), about equating the whole fanfiction experience to telling stories around a campfire-I have to say you were absolutely right!! I love how reading other stories sparks the imagination!
Off of Life's Little Edge
By Shadowfax
As she ran out of the small fourth floor apartment, an ominous sound stopped her dead in her tracks. Somehow, as if by fate, she had heard the tell tale click of a safety checked off a sidearm. She knew the sound like the back of her hand... she had grown up around department issue handguns, and was well learned by the time she was seven. After all, daddy was a cop.
That sound... her heart jumped into her throat.
He wouldn't, would he?
Had she pushed him too far?
They had fought before, but never like this. It had always been jovial, playful... almost fun. And they'd always laugh about it afterwards, because it'd all seem so pointless anyway. But tonight... tonight had been different. Actually, tonight had been downright rancorous. Laughter was the farthest thing from both their minds.
It took her a moment to process what any of this could mean. No, she was just hearing things. She was mistaken; her ears were simply still ringing from frustration. He wasn't the same, and tonight he had proven that he never would be again. Her best friend was gone; it felt like the man she once knew so well was already dead... he hadn't been her farm boy in quite a while now.
But.
She still loved him…