I believe we always had a close connection, one where we could talk openly. Then again, the talking was mostly on my side of the conversation. He normally told me to go away, or shut up or to talk to the physiatrist. The only time he really said something nice to me was when I broke into his office and he said well done to me. That was when I knew we had a connection that one was really there between us.
I suppose the new guy is all right, he's a little bit jollier than Grissom, but we don't have the same connection, he says well done to me too often. It's slightly off putting now. Oh well, I'll make the most of it while he's here…
David's POVHe always said hello to me, always greeted me whenever we passed in the corridor or at a crime scene. He never got angry if I was late getting to a scene or slow on getting a body to the morgue. He seemed to under stand how busy we could get in the morgue and that I was only one guy trying to get everything done.
For all the faults people said about him behind his back, he was a good man, and I will miss him, his hellos and good-humoured comments in the autopsy room. He'll be missed in the morgue, and it was a shame he ended up on our table. I hope he finds peace, where ever he has gone.