Another day, another chapter of something. Today it's Please Remember Me. Thanks again to my reviewers night-star-93 (AKA Courtney) and spongedork789. I sure wish I had more names to add to the list, hint hint.
Anyway, on with the chapter.
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters (except Sarah). If I did, Speed would still be alive.
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It was the day of the funeral. She still couldn't believe it. Every so often she'd had dreams that Tim had been shot and killed at work, but now that it had actually happened, she felt like a piece of her had just withered up and died with him.
At the funeral, she remained composed. Tim wouldn't want a fuss.
Who was she kidding; it was Tim, after all. He would want a funeral with all the trimmings. He always told her that he wanted to go out in style.
A single tear rolled down her face. She made no effort to wipe it off. Behind her she could hear Alexx sobbing, while next to her, Tim's mother cried into her new husband's shoulder.
After the funeral, she was approached by Horatio, Tim's boss. She liked Horatio; he'd been round to dinner a couple of times.
'Sarah, good to see you.' he said in his soft, almost whispering voice. 'Pity about the circumstances.'
She agreed.
'I have something for you, from Tim.' He handed over a small cardboard box. Taped to the front was a letter addressed to her. Seeing Tim's handwriting was too much. A lump appeared in her throat and tears ran down her face.
'I am so sorry for your loss.' He walked away, leaving her to wonder about the box.
Later that night, Sarah sat down on the bed in a hotel room. She couldn't face going back to the house, not yet. She had the box on her knee, and in one swift movement, she ripped the letter off. She put the box to one side and slit the envelope open. Inside was a CD and a letter. She unfolded it and a fresh surge of tears were brought to her eyes. Tim's bold handwriting filled the page and she could remember so many happy memories of finding notes on the pillow when he got called out to a crime scene early on a morning. Wiping her eyes, she began to read.
Dear Sarah,
I know this is going to be hard for you to read, and it is so hard for me to write. Since you're reading this, I know I am now dead. I hope I went in the line of duty, not while crossing the road or getting knocked off my bike.
I wrote this letter on the 23rd of August 2002. It was two months after our first date, and I knew then that I loved you.
I guess you're wondering what's inside the box. I wrote letters to all the team. H, Delko, Calleigh and Alexx. I would like you to give them their letters please.
The reason I'm doing this? As you know, my father died without leaving anything behind. No money, no memories, nothing. I couldn't do that to you. I had to let you know how much you meant to me. When I met you, it was like seeing a comet blazing across the night sky. Little stars were blinking, the good things in my life. When you left, your light had blinded me, leaving me unable to see even the good things, and I found myself yearning for you to come soaring back into my life. I'm sure I will have told you this many times, but I love you, and will always love you, even in death.
One more thing, in the envelope is a CD. It contains only one song, but I want you to listen to that song and remember. You will never be alone.
Goodbye Sarah,
Tim
xxxxxxxxx
Tears now streaming down her face and splashing on the paper below, she looked at the CD. Walking across to the CD player in the corner, she switched it on and inserted the CD. Music filled the room and despite her grief, she smiled. It was her favourite song, but Tim despised it, and would complain whenever it was on, but they had had their first dance to it. Pressing the paper to her chest, she closed her eyes and swayed to the music, and let the memories wash over her like an ocean. Memories of her and Tim at the beach, her and Tim on their wedding day, her and Tim in Europe on their honeymoon.
She remembered the good times and the bad times, and meanwhile the box lay forgotten on the bed, tossed aside like a rag doll a child has tired of.
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When all our tears have
reached the sea
Part of you will live in me
Way down deep
inside my heart
The days keep coming without fail
A new wind is
gonna find your sail
That's where your journey starts
You'll
find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river
runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me
Just
like the waves down by the shore
We're gonna keep on coming back
for more
'Cause we don't ever wanna stop
Out in this brave new
world you seek
Oh the valleys and the peaks
And I can see you
on the top
You'll find better love
Strong as it ever
was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please
remember me
Remember me when you're out walkin'
When the
snow falls high outside your door
Late at night when you're not
sleepin'
And moonlight falls across your floor
When I can't
hurt you anymore
You'll find better love
Strong as it ever
was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please
remember me
Please remember me
Next morning, Sarah woke up, and found the box resting on her pillow, left there from last night. She opened it and found four envelopes inside. From the feel of it, they all contained a CD like hers.
She looked at the first one:
HORATIO
written on it in neat block capitals.
She would deliver those letters. It's what Tim would have wanted.
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