A/N: Don't sue. Alright for once in my pathetic little life I feel like writing some angst, so here goes.

In a way, she'd never looked more beautiful. Her dark hair was splayed out in a halo around her head and her pale skin contrasted. But Nick had never wanted to see her like this. He'd wanted to be the first one to go. But it had been her to go instead. That crazed bastard, Vincent Lurie, had come after her and kidnaped her. And when she'd tried to run away, he'd hit her. Sara hit back, his Sara wouldn't have done anything else. But Lurie pushed her down the stairs and her neck snapped. She was gone.

Another turning point a fork stuck in the road...
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go..
So make the best of this test and don't ask why.
It's not a question but an answer learned in time.
It's something unpredictable but in the end its right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

"Nick." Warrick said softly, placing a hand on his best friend's shoulder.

That simple word was all Nick needed. "God Warrick, why her?" Tears began to flow from Nick's eyes.

"I know man, it wasn't fair. And Lurie's not gonna get the death penalty. Gris is going to make sure that Lurie spends the rest of his life in a maximum security prison with no option for parole."

"It won't bring her back." Nick cried. "I'd almost rather him die."

"Daddy." A hand tugged on his pants. Nick looked down and saw his five year old daughter, Shannon.

"Hey baby. Where's your brother?"

Shannon nervously pointed over to Connor who was crying in Cath's arms. "Daddy, is Mommy coming back?"

Nick sighed. "No baby."

"Doesn't she love us?" Shannon's big brown eyes filled with tears.

"She loved us very much baby. And we love her. But some times life isn't fair and some people have to go away."

"Oh." Shannon hugged her dad's leg and Nick scooped her up. "I love you Daddy." Shannon buried her face into the crook of Nick's neck.

"I love you too Shannon."

photographs and still-frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf with good health and good time.Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable but in the end its right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

As Sara's casket was lowered into the ground, a voice whispered in Nick's head,

"It's something unpredictable but in the end its right.
I hope you had the time of your life."

And Nick knew he'd had the time of his life.