Standing.
disclaimer: I don't own csi.
a/n: this is my first Brass fic and it was inspired by the episode"Hollywood Brass" so it's angst . Please read and review. Thank you for reading. Cross posted to jim brass yahoo group.
Ellie left behind a beautiful corpse.
Almost as beautiful as the flowers surrounding her coffin.
The funeral director did an excellent reconstruction job- he'll have to thank them later.
Brass stands at the side of the casket red- eyed and tight- lipped as friends, family and co- workers offer their sympathies.
His legs are sore from long hours of standing and he just wants to find a dark bar to drown his sorrows in. But he refuses to leave even for a second. He refuses to sit and rest even if it's only for a few minutes, refuses offers of food and water offered by well meaning people. Not even the bathroom can tempt him away from his post.
Brass was not able to be there to protect Ellie's life the least he can do is be to guard her in death.
The end
