mouth of ashes.
disclaimer: I don't own csi
"Who killed my daddy?"
Catherine looks down at the little girl with the large sad brown eyes. She forces herself to suppress the shudder as deja vu sweeps through her. Its been almost two years since her own daughter looked up at her with the same expression in her eyes. Asking the same question. And just like then she can give no conclusive answer, offer no closure.
No witness. No weapon. No suspect. No arrest.
The case will be put down into some cold dark basement. Where it will remain as a cold case until hopefully, some technological advance can find something that will nail the killer and give her peace.
"I'm sorry. I don't know."
The child's face crumbles into tears. It takes all of Catherine's might to resist taking the little girl into her arms and comforting her like she where her own child. Instead she gently pushes her toward her mother and walks away. The words she spoke feel hallow in her mouth and taste like ashes on her tongue.
Sometimes she really hates this job.
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