Various hands write the names on the board. The detectives' names are all across the top, one by one, in alphabetical order. Beneath them is the rainbow…the grim, three-colored rainbow that makes up the majority of their lives.
Red is the most abundant color, more often than not. Those are the open cases, the new ones that come in day by day. They're spread across the board, under the names of the detectives that picked them up. And that blood is still on the city's hands, waiting to be washed away by an arrest, a trial, and a conviction. There are still families waiting for justice…people wondering who would have wanted to kill their loved one.
Blue is the second most abundant color, those names spread much the same way the red ones are. Those cases are open as well…all of them for longer than a year. They're colder than the ground that the bodies are buried in. Every now and then, a lead will come in and the primary detective will pursue it. But more often than not, those leads will go nowhere, and the detective will be back to the assignment that he or she is currently working, frustrated and wondering when they'll be able to give that victim's family a sense of closure.
Oddly enough, it is the black names that bring the detectives their own sense of closure. Those cases are closed. They and the families have found justice. No one is putting any undue pressure on them. And when the detectives go home at night, they can finally close their eyes and try to sleep.
A/N: Yay! Another H:LOTS piece! And since I will soon have seasons one and two, more should follow...if I ever get off my rear end and actually do some writing...:rolleyes:
This having been said, H:LOTS is not mine and never will be, so I am going to shut up and leave now.