Disclaimer: I don't own the show or any of the characters.
Author Note: Well, this is my first posted fanfic. Please, if you have the time comment on what you liked/didn't like. Also, I would like to see if it is worth me writing a longer piece, so input will be so much help to me. Any criticism (please constructive) will be appreciated, I'm 15 so I know there is a lot to learn and your comments will help me. Thank you.
It Happened Today
He died today.
He died saving me. He died so I wouldn't have to. I got myself into trouble and he was the one that lost his life. HE had to pay for MY mistake. No, he chose to pay for my mistake. He took a bullet for me, but I would never have expected anything else. Not from him. He was my best friend, and even though we didn't get on at first he was the greatest guy that I've ever had the honour of meeting. He cared about me sure, but he would have died for a stranger too. It's just the guy he was. Was. Past tense. He died today. He died in front of me, in my arms
It will never feel like his blood is off my hands. I scrubbed for hours but I could still see the red. No skin anymore, just red. Blood red. Even though that bullet didn't hit me I'm still feeling pain. The grief overwhelms me and the guilt smothers me. It was me, I was the one who got my stupid ass in danger. I ran into that building without backup, not listening to him calling for me to wait. We went in alone. Goddamn sitting ducks. I walked right in front of that gun. The barrel was level with my eyes, it was like staring death in the face. There was no life flashing before my eyes, none of the negotiating talk that we were taught, just blind fear. I couldn't move, so he had to for me. It's my fault he had to step in front of that gun. It was my fault his blood stained the cold, concrete floor. HE stared death in the face and I saw his soul leave his eyes.
No more office banter with him.
No more smiles when he makes a joke.
No more Martin Fitzgerald.