My True Love's Pyre
Summary: On a windless day/ I saw the life blood drained away/ a cold wind blows on a windless day

Author�s Notes: This follows Choices Made and Choices Regretted(I know, I suck at titles). This part�s in Grissom�s POV. The song Ben�s Song is by Sarah McLachlan.

Spoilers: None in this chapter, though it may change later

Disclaimer: Not mine, song�s not mine either. Don�t sue, I have no money.

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On the hills of fire the darkest hour
I was dreaming of my true love's pyre


I open the door and find Catherine lying on her bed, a bottle of pills by her hand. *NO, not again*.

who will bring a light to stoke the fire
fear not for you're still breathing


I rush to her and feel for a pulse. Thanking God that there still is one, I dial 911.

On a windless day
I saw the life blood drained away


What�s taking the ambulance so long? Suddenly, I realize that Cath�s stopped breathing. Panicked, I start CPR.

a cold wind blows on a windless day

By the time the ambulance arrives, it�s too late. She�s gone. As the paramedics pack up and begin to leave, I allow the tears to stream down my face. I couldn�t save her this time.

Hear the cry for new life the mourning's flame
you were the brightest light that burned to soon in vain


Suddenly, I hear a small voice from behind me, �Mommy?� I turn around and see Lindsey standing in the doorway, wide-eyed.

who will bring you back from where there's no return

I briefly close my eyes, then open them and hold out my arms for Lindsey. I have no idea what to do, or say. I feel like a boat that�s been cut adrift. I hold Lindsey and wonder how I�m supposed to go on.

fear not for you're just dreaming

I wake with a start, breathing heavily. I try to calm my racing heart. *It�s just a dream*, I tell myself. *Cath�s okay*.

On a winter's day
I saw the life blood drained away

Once I�ve oriented myself, I drop my head into my hands. That�s the third time this week I�ve had that dream, and despite her promise, I can�t help but feel an awful sense of foreboding.

a cold wind blows on a windless day

TBC
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