A/N: Some GSR is present…yes, Geek Love, duh, not gunshot residue
Just Another Day, Just Another Dead Man
Never was it an ordinary day,
Never was it for the Vegas Crime Lab.
But it was just another day,
And just another dead man,
But a whole different tale from the last.
The lifeless form told them just that and
That it was just another victim,
Just another day, just another dead man.
Homicide and suicide reeking the night,
Robberies and rape and the killings in the fight.
Keeping it silent, they eye the scene of where disaster once struck.
And the ones who observe, the pair,
They looked at anything in the room but each other's eyes,
Because their friendship had been shot to hell and back again.
And the only way they communicate is through
Their work because it's just another day,
And it's just another dead man.
Soon when it gets too rough to work,
She stops by his office, just to see how he is.
He smiles as she enters the already opened door.
Apparently, it's just another great day,
Because they utter the words they been longing to,
For god only knows how long.
Not an ordinary day, yet it's just another.
Not an ordinary life, but a better one.
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