Alone
CSI characters are not mine… originals are…
This is not a Mary Sue… and I assure you… I do have a plan as to where this is going so just bear with me… okay? I redid this chapter, I had better inspiration….
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Chapter 8
12 YEARS LATER
Twelve long years have passed since Jamie's death. I now work in DNA analysis in the Las Vegas County Crime Lab, bordering on becoming a C.S.I.
After I left my hometown and traveled to Vegas, my sister enrolled me in school to finish my education. I stuck out those two years of high school and got into a good college, majoring in forensic sciences, got a job with LVPD and am now living comfortably.
As for Jamie, I've tried as hard as possible to shut her out of my brain. I still wear my set of dog-tags, I never take them off and I never will. I loved her so much; she will always be a part of me. No one knows about my past, or the blood on my hands, and I intend on keeping it that way.
"Greggo," I hear someone talking to me and remember that I'm supposed to be running some analysis on something. It's always hard to concentrate on the anniversary of her death.
"Huh?" I looked up to see Nick Stokes, CSI Level 3, and Sara Sidel, also CSI Level 3, waiting not-so patiently for me to acknowledge their presence.
Nick laughed at my rather obvious lack of attention. "Come on, space cadet, we got a crime scene and Grissom's letting you come with us," he said.
I grinned and headed towards the locker room to ditch my lab coat and grab my vest and kit. "Ready," I said, meeting them at Nick's department issue, dark blue, Chevy Tahoe.
We drove to the scene, Nicky and Sara chatting away while I stared out the window. "What's up with the hair, Greg?" Sara asked. I realized that I had not done anything to my usually spiky hair this morning, it was flat and dull.
"Nothing," I said quietly.
Nick looked in the mirror, "I think that was what she meant Greg. You're hair is normal… which is weird." He commented.
Me, already being in a testy mood glared, "What's the big deal I forgot to gel my hair this morning, shoot my, why don't ya?" I snapped, catching both of them off guard. Nick turned on the radio. I tried to get my mind off of Jamie and I listened.
Nick and his taste in country music was not in my favor today as I listened I wanted to ask the singer of it how they knew what I was feeling cause they'd pegged it about right.
Sunny
days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I
feel you everywhere I go.
I see your smile, I see your face,
I
hear you laughin' in the rain.
I still can't believe you're gone.
I shut my eyes and gripped the dog tags around my neck. "Jamie…" I mumbled under my breath, so that Nick and Sara couldn't hear. I tuned everything else out completely and just listened.
It
ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just
begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I
miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just knowin' no-one
could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who you'd be
today?
That much was right, I thought about Jamie everyday, how much she had to live for, and how quickly it had been taken from her, her life had been cut cruelly short and it was my fault. The two growing lives inside of her had been destroyed as well, they hadn't even had a chance to grow up, hadn't had a chance to have two parents who'd love them.
Would
you see the world? Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with
a family,
I wonder what would you name your babies?
Some days
the sky's so blue,
I feel like I can talk to you,
An' I know
it might sound crazy.
We had never decided on names for the two since we decided against knowing what they were. I now wondered how different my life would be if they hadn't died, if I would have had a real family for the first time. I stared out the window as the wind rushed by, the sky unusually blue. I sighed and thought about the times when I'd been able to hold her in my arms, when she'd call at three in the morning and apologize eight thousand times for waking me up to tell me about the nightmare she'd just had, though I didn't mind at all.
It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like a story
that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God
knows how I miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just
knowin' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who you'd be today?
I realized how much I still loved her, though she was probably nothing but a pile of bones and silver dog-tags in a grave back in our hometown. As sad as that thought made me, I felt better knowing she was at peace, with her babies, in heaven. But I couldn't help but wonder what our lives would have been like had she lived and I had stayed.
Today, Today, Today
Today, Today, Today
A single tear dripped down my face as the song started to slow; it described the way I was feeling so perfectly. Would she have gone to college, became a famous writer, gotten married, hopefully to me, had more kids, again, hopefully with me.
Sunny
days seem to hurt the most
I wear the pain like a heavy coat
The only thing that gives me hope
Is I know I'll see you again someday
Someday, Someday…
As we pulled up to the scene I apologized for yelling at Nick and Sara and listened as the song ended.
"Someday," I whispered, touching the dog-tags that hung loosely around my neck again.
The song 'who you'd be today' belongs to Kenny Chesney and I know there is no way that Greg would be listening to it… but … REVIEW PLEASE! And ill update soon…. My friend kidnapped me…. We went to see Bill Engvall live! He's the awesomeness!