I made two other poems and wrote a story around it. will contain spoilers for season 9. don't be angry at me if there is something wrong, we are in the middle of the 8th season here and i didn't wanted to watch the episode before it airs here. a little disclaimer: I don't own csi, so I really don't own Warrick. what I do own are the poems I used, because I wrote them myself.
Warrick walked around. Where was he? Last thing he remembered was sitting in his car. Someone had a gun pointed at him. He walked around and saw a TV. When he came close it turned on. He was shocked. He didn't saw shows on it, he saw his life. His birth, his childhood and his collage years went by in a minute. Then it slowed down. He saw himself getting addicted to gambling, he saw himself leaving Holly. He saw Sara coming and Grissom giving him his gun back. And then it went fast again. He and Nick betting on a case, what turned out to be not what they thought. He diving into a pool to get some evidence, no one wanted to give him a towel. He and the rest hearing from Grissom that he loved Sara, while she was kidnapped. It all went by in a few minutes. He couldn't handle it, what was this place? Then the screen changed. The image split into a lot of pieces, one piece for every family member or friend he ever had. He looked around the screen to find his co-workers. It wasn't hard, because their pieces were placed together, because they were in the same room. Grissom, Catherine, Nick and Greg were sitting in the breakroom going over evidence. He looked at the file to see about who it was. It was about him. Was he dead? He looked around to find Sara. She was sitting in an airplane, crying. It told him everything, he was really dead.
The next week he watched the screen every day. He had seen Sara coming back. He had seen his friends and family going to his funeral. And he had seen Sara and Grissom together. They really loved each other. Most of the times he watched the screen, their pieces of it were just one piece with both of them. He thought back to his life. Why didn't he told Cath he loved her? Now it was too late. And then it hit him. Holly. She would have seen this too, she could have watched him. Hopefully she had a good life now. Or a life after a life. He didn't really cared.
A few days later his case was solved. He couldn't believe who shot him, but he just hoped that man wouldn't get out of jail soon. He saw a portal behind him and in the portal was a piece of land. He looked at it. It was really beautiful. He turned to the screen and said goodbye to everyone, knowing he wouldn't see them anymore. He thanked his friends for solving his murder. And then he walked away into the portal, not knowing his friends had heard everything he had said or seeing the poem on a piece of wood next to the portal.
Butterflies flying
Flowers grow wild
Waterfalls crying
In the middle a child
Running and walking
Scared to the bone
Screaming and talking
Just hearing the tone
Not knowing why
Or how this turned out
Being just shy
And starting to shout
Now just stop yelling
I am your friend
Despite what they're telling
Death isn't the end
the next chapter is the next poem