Sorry guys that this is short...It was spost to be part of the previous chapter but it did'nt quite fit.
So I posted it as a sperate chapter.
Please review...please and thankyou.
Thanks to those who reviewed I'll get around to replying to them sooon.
Here we go! oh Kabcsi I kinda pinched something you said in that last review...hope you don't mind. :]
Please be dead!
Please be dead!
Please be dead!
"Hello Jim" said Sara in the other room.
"Please be dead" Whispered Grissom to himself. He heard Sara move again in the other room.
Grissom slowly crept out of the closet and picked up the phone at the side of the bed from there he could listen to the conversation...but he'd have to be quiet.
Please be dead!
He wanted the boy to be dead. At least he didn't have to go through life's troubles without a father
"I have the information you asked for" spoke Jim through the phone.
Please be dead!
Grissom kept chanting it...like a mantra.
Jackson would be better dead...it would be easier to explain. He grew up without a father. Jackson grew up without a dad and if he was dead...he wouldn't have to suffer.
"Alive or dead?" asked Sara. She wanted Jackson alive not dead...maybe Grissom would accept it and learn to love his son. But he already loved his son. Maybe forget the fact that he was a fool... that he had made something good. Deep down she knew he wanted Jackson alive.
Please be dead!
Screamed one half of Grissom's mind.
The other screamed PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD.
There was a long pause then again brass spoke.
"Dead" it was said with remorse and regret that could be sensed even through a phone. At those words Sara's heart lurched with sadness...and also regret. She'd built Grissom up for nothing...to be told his son.
His baby boy.
His only son was lying in a cold grave somewhere being eaten by the things that Grissom loves also.
The Irony that the thing he created being eaten by a thing he loves.
"How do I tell him that? How did he die?"Asked Sara. Grissom could hear the tears in her voice.
He wanted to cry. He didn't really want his boy to be dead. Life isn't fair.
"Murdered...Unsolved" Brass rambled on.
"How long ago?" How long was it was it recently? Was he still a child? Did Grissom actually shoot his own son?
"2005 Sunday April 5th"
OH...my...god .
That Sunday.
Not that day please.
While his son was dying. He was fucking his brains out.
While Jackson left the was on his back with Sara's mouth around his Dick. Screaming her name.
"Shit, how do I tell him this?" Sara's eyes went wide...because seriously how was she going to tell him that Jackson was dead.
"I've emailed some stuff through for you...Information on his brother and His son and some contact information and the case file of Jackson...I thought maybe I could have it reopened"
Jackson Had a son? A boy that would never know his father.
It must be a Grissom tradition.
His father wasn't there, he wasn't there for his son and Jackson was never there for his. A True Grissom Tradition.
"Thanks Jim"
"No problem"
The phone went down with a click.
Sara went back into the bed room having no idea that he'd just heard the conversation. She found him curled into a ball on the bed.
She looked at him with her teary eyes.
"No No No" He screamed into the pillow. She didn't utter a word...he already knew.
"Seriously Sara what did I do in a past life to deserve this?" He screamed as she clutched a hold on her grieving husband.
TBC