MacsGirlMel
Mac's Personal Assistant
This is a little short piece I wrote after FW originally aired. Thought I'd post it in honor of the re-air. And yes I will update my other fic soon. I want to get it done 'cause other ideas are bugging me too lol Gen, PG rating
I can hear Grissom telling me to fight. I want to fight...I want to see McKean pay for this. I want to see my son grow up. But it's so hard. It hurts so much... I can't get enough air. I feel so weak. I don't have the strength. I'm slipping and I can't hold on.
McKean is here now. I have to tell Grissom. He has to know. I cry out...desperately trying to tell him. I see McKean's face behind Grissom...the contempt...the ruthlessness. Grissom doesn't know...I can't tell him now. My voice won't work...my muscles won't move...only the evidence can speak for me now. And I know it will.
His hand moves toward the gun. Please...no..not again...I'm afraid he'll shoot me again...or shoot Grissom... but he doesn't.
The pain is gone now...I can't feel anything. My body is so heavy. So much I want to say...To Grissom...to Catherine...To Nick...to Brass...to Greg...to Sara...wherever she is.... But mostly to my son. Don't take me from him, please...don't make me leave him. I never had a father, I want him to have one. I want to see him grow up. I lock on Mckean's face, raging for what he has taken from me, and from Eli. Griveing for what I want so much but that I know now will never be.
I know that the team will find the disk and watch it. They'll look out for him if they can. If they're still there when he gets older, I hope he seeks them out. They'll tell him about me. Make sure he knows who and what I was. If he ever wants or needs it, he couldn't have a better group of mentors. Especially Grissom. I can't tell him now, but he will see it on the disk. I hope Eli can talk to him someday. I could not have asked for a better man to guide me. Perhaps it's fitting to be spending my final moments of life with him,in his arms.
So tired now...I can't fight anymore. Only my friends...my family...can. McKean will cover it up but they're the best. They'll find the anwsers. They'll fight until the very end. We aren't related, but if I could choose a family, it would be them. They've come to mean so much to me...have given and done so much. I know they will do right by me...and by Eli. They are my comfort now, the thing that gives me a final bit of peace.
I can't see clearly now...everything is blurry and gray. I can still see Grissom's face though. My eyes lock with his, desperately pleading,saying what my voice no longer can. *Fight for me...please. You've given me so much...done so much for me., Now give me this last gift... * I see the answer clearly in his, the last thing I remember as darkness swallows me up.
*I will, Warrick...We will. We'll all fight for you, I promise*
I can hear Grissom telling me to fight. I want to fight...I want to see McKean pay for this. I want to see my son grow up. But it's so hard. It hurts so much... I can't get enough air. I feel so weak. I don't have the strength. I'm slipping and I can't hold on.
McKean is here now. I have to tell Grissom. He has to know. I cry out...desperately trying to tell him. I see McKean's face behind Grissom...the contempt...the ruthlessness. Grissom doesn't know...I can't tell him now. My voice won't work...my muscles won't move...only the evidence can speak for me now. And I know it will.
His hand moves toward the gun. Please...no..not again...I'm afraid he'll shoot me again...or shoot Grissom... but he doesn't.
The pain is gone now...I can't feel anything. My body is so heavy. So much I want to say...To Grissom...to Catherine...To Nick...to Brass...to Greg...to Sara...wherever she is.... But mostly to my son. Don't take me from him, please...don't make me leave him. I never had a father, I want him to have one. I want to see him grow up. I lock on Mckean's face, raging for what he has taken from me, and from Eli. Griveing for what I want so much but that I know now will never be.
I know that the team will find the disk and watch it. They'll look out for him if they can. If they're still there when he gets older, I hope he seeks them out. They'll tell him about me. Make sure he knows who and what I was. If he ever wants or needs it, he couldn't have a better group of mentors. Especially Grissom. I can't tell him now, but he will see it on the disk. I hope Eli can talk to him someday. I could not have asked for a better man to guide me. Perhaps it's fitting to be spending my final moments of life with him,in his arms.
So tired now...I can't fight anymore. Only my friends...my family...can. McKean will cover it up but they're the best. They'll find the anwsers. They'll fight until the very end. We aren't related, but if I could choose a family, it would be them. They've come to mean so much to me...have given and done so much. I know they will do right by me...and by Eli. They are my comfort now, the thing that gives me a final bit of peace.
I can't see clearly now...everything is blurry and gray. I can still see Grissom's face though. My eyes lock with his, desperately pleading,saying what my voice no longer can. *Fight for me...please. You've given me so much...done so much for me., Now give me this last gift... * I see the answer clearly in his, the last thing I remember as darkness swallows me up.
*I will, Warrick...We will. We'll all fight for you, I promise*
