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Category: CSI: NY - General
Characters: Aiden Burn
, Danny Messer
, Don Flack
, Lindsay Monroe
, Mac Taylor
, Sheldon Hawkes
, Stella Bonasera
, Hurt Comfort
, SeriesWarnings: Death of canon character
it's a funeral. in the future. don't want to tell you too much.
"I can't believe we're here." The voice echoed off the pillars of the old, majestic church. They were all sitting there. All five of them, side by side, waiting to say goodbye to someone they never thought they'd be saying goodbye to.
"Should be me in that box," the next voice came. It was a quieter voice. More eloquent, laced with fear and regret, "I should be the one they're taking down the aisle."
"This isn't your fault," the female voice next to him sighed, "You've got to stop beating yourself up for this. You didn't pull the trigger."
"I might as well have. I wasn't paying attention. I shouldn't have just been focusing on the case, I should have been aware of everything around me. He shouldn't have had to push me out of the way."
"Hawkes, no one expected the suspect to still be there, not even him," the female voice came again, "This wasn't your fault."
"I want to believe you Stella, I do," Sheldon Hawkes sighed, turning his eyes on the curly haired detective next to him, "I just can't right now. But thank you anyway."
Stella Bonasera gave the man a soft smile before their eyes reverted back to the front of the church and the altar. A large amount of people had collected to pay tribute to this man; this member of New York City's finest, killed in the line of duty. For him, it would probably be the greatest honor he'd ever receive. Dying to protect a friend.
"I never knew he was religious," the other female voice came, softer than Stella's, yet having the same passion and conviction.
"I don't think any of us did," another voice, different than the first voice, "He had always been a bit of a mystery."
"Mystery?" the first voice returned, "A bit more than a mystery. The man was a God damn enigma."
"Danny, we're in church," the female voice scolded.
Danny Messer looked up, raising his eyes to the ceiling of the church, "Sorry, Big Guy." A soft chuckle ran through the line, and it faded almost as quickly as it started, almost as if it was unfair to make jokes at a time like this.
"I just wish I could have known him better," the female voice came again, "This seems so unfair, that we lost him this soon."
"I agree with you on this one, Montana," Danny replied, before glancing over his shoulder as the door to the church opened. The soft click of heels and the long black hair gave her away instantly. His eyes widened in surprise. "Aiden—"
All five of them turned around as Aiden Burn came down the aisle of the church. She saw them, and was torn on whether or not to sit with them. She started to make her way to another pew, when Danny shook his head at her.
"Don't even think about it," he muttered, and she looked down, a small smile crossing her face before she made her way through the pew to sit on the other side of Danny. Lindsey Monroe gave her a soft smile before extending her hand.
Then everything reverted back to the front of the church and the altar. They sat in silence absorbing the fact that they had to say goodbye to someone they loved and respected. Then the doors of the church opened and the coffin was wheeled into the aisle. The gleaming polished wood draped with an American flag. It was followed by the parents of the deceased, his mother clutching his father's arm tightly for support. When the reached the pew where the CSI's were sitting she stopped briefly and clutched the hand of the man closest to her.
"Detective Taylor," she sighed, silent tears running down her face, "Thank you for being here. He always admired you. He—he had so much respect for—for you." At this the mom's tears turned into sobs, and Mac Taylor gave her hand a squeeze.
"Ma'am, I am very glad to have had the chance to work with your son."
His mother sent him a look of tearful, silent thanks before walking down the aisle after her son's coffin.
"Most awful thing in the world," Stella murmured softly, "Having to bury a child."
Aiden continued to stare straight ahead, a silent tears starting to fall. Danny was surprised, never having took Aiden for a crier, but silently wrapped an arm around her shoulders as the priest reached the altar and the coffin in front of them.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to pay tribute to Donald Flack Jr..."