THE FUNERAL
It was a sunny afternoon at the beginning of May. The staff of County General were gathered outside the church, along with a few of Luka and Abby's friends from elsewhere, Abby's mother and brother, and a tall, dark haired man no one knew.
Carter stood with Susan, Kerry, Elizabeth and Chuni, one armed looped around the blonde woman's shoulder, as they stood mutely, none of them being able to find words.
"Is that Malucci?" Kerry suddenly exclaimed, causing the others to jump. Sure enough, leaning apprehensively against the wall of the church, was Dave. A closer look at him proved he was obviously very upset by the deaths of Luka and Abby, more upset than any one knew he could be.
"Dave?" asked Kerry, hobbling over to him.
He looked up and smiled weakly. "Chief."
"What brings you here?"
"Luka and Abby were my friends too, you know," he replied, defensively. "Best ones I had."
She didn't say anything, just wrapped her arms around Dave's neck, and he buried his head in her shoulder, his body racked with previously unshed tears.
The funeral was a somber affair. Hymns were sung, poems read, a touching eulogy given, some what shockingly, by Robert Romano, his eyes growing wet and his voice cracking as he read from his crumpled sheet of paper.
However, the funeral was not giving any one closure, as funerals often do, for, throughout, people still wondered, 'How did they come to be in those coffins?' No one noticed the three police officers lurking at the back of the small church until the end, when they approached the unknown man, who had stood silently, on his own, for the entire funeral.
Grace approached the man. "Excuse me, I know this is a very hard time for you, but could I plase have a moment of your time?"
It was a sunny afternoon at the beginning of May. The staff of County General were gathered outside the church, along with a few of Luka and Abby's friends from elsewhere, Abby's mother and brother, and a tall, dark haired man no one knew.
Carter stood with Susan, Kerry, Elizabeth and Chuni, one armed looped around the blonde woman's shoulder, as they stood mutely, none of them being able to find words.
"Is that Malucci?" Kerry suddenly exclaimed, causing the others to jump. Sure enough, leaning apprehensively against the wall of the church, was Dave. A closer look at him proved he was obviously very upset by the deaths of Luka and Abby, more upset than any one knew he could be.
"Dave?" asked Kerry, hobbling over to him.
He looked up and smiled weakly. "Chief."
"What brings you here?"
"Luka and Abby were my friends too, you know," he replied, defensively. "Best ones I had."
She didn't say anything, just wrapped her arms around Dave's neck, and he buried his head in her shoulder, his body racked with previously unshed tears.
The funeral was a somber affair. Hymns were sung, poems read, a touching eulogy given, some what shockingly, by Robert Romano, his eyes growing wet and his voice cracking as he read from his crumpled sheet of paper.
However, the funeral was not giving any one closure, as funerals often do, for, throughout, people still wondered, 'How did they come to be in those coffins?' No one noticed the three police officers lurking at the back of the small church until the end, when they approached the unknown man, who had stood silently, on his own, for the entire funeral.
Grace approached the man. "Excuse me, I know this is a very hard time for you, but could I plase have a moment of your time?"