Author�s Notes: I got the first idea for this fic the first time I saw this episode, but I never got around to writing it. But after watching the episode again, I decided to write it down. It�s a Warrick-centered post-ep for Random Acts of Violence. Hope you all enjoy! Broadway is by the Goo Goo Dolls. One more thing: I don�t know anything about gambling, so if any of this is wrong, sorry!
Spoilers: A post-ep for Random Acts of Violence
Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Warrick continues to stand against the fence, looking at the rec center. That place had saved him as a child, and it would no longer be there for other kids like him. And it�s all his fault.
Broadway is dark tonight
Finally unable to be there anymore, he walks away. Almost against his will, he drives to the strip.
See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar
Waitin' for his turn to die
He enters the Bellagio and goes straight to the casino.
The cowboy kills the rock star
And Friday night's gone too far
For a moment, all he does is stand on the casino floor. He had sworn to himself that he�d never be back here, that he�d never allow himself to get sucked back into this. But today was just too much. He�s not that strong.
The dim light hides the years
On all the faded girls
He heads to the blackjack table.
Forgotten but not gone
He sits and waits while the dealer deals the cards.
You drink it off your mind
And he plays.
You talk about the world
Like it's someplace that you've been
He should have stepped away from the case, should have let Grissom handle it. He knew he was too close.
You see you'd love to run home, but you know you ain't got one
Cause you're livin' in a world that you're best forgotten, around here
But it had been personal, he couldn�t just walk away. But he should�ve.
Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
He�s not paying attention tonight, so he loses most of his money.
Broadway is dark tonight
When most of it�s gone, he leaves.
See the young man sittin' in the old man's bar
Waitin' for his turn to die
And goes to the slot machines.
You choke down all your anger
Phelps would be so disappointed to see him here, to see him being sucked in again.
Forget your only son
Grissom had saved his career after Holly Gribbs, and he let him down today. Phelps had saved him as a child. It seems only fitting that he let him down today too.
You pray to statues when you sober up for fun
When he spends his last quarter, he suddenly stills, for a moment. He can�t believe what he�s just done.
You're anger don't impress me
The world slapped in your face
It always rains like hell on the loser's day parade
Like a man possessed, he pushes away from the machine, and almost runs out of the casino, and towards his car.
You see you'd love to run home, but you know ain't got one
Cause you're livin' in a world that you're best forgotten
Once there, he hangs his head and finally allows himself to cry.
When you're thinkin' you're a joke and nobody's gonna listen
To the one small point I know they've been missing around
Finis
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