CSI: Hyperion
Gunn still lay in that deceptive appearance of peacefulness. As i stood beside the table, I couldn't help but be reminded of when I'd stood beside Lilah's body, in the basement, and the grisly necessity I'd seen to.
Would Gunn sit up and talk, as well? Would he condemn me for failing him, somehow? Would he absolve me of my sins? It was far too much to hope that he would name his killer, of course.
I actually did wait a few moments, just to make sure that I wasn't about to have the same hallucination as I had with Lilah.
When Gunn remained still and silent, I looked up to regard the two women who'd accompanied me. Two women, I realized at that moment, who had done so much to shape the last few years of my life.
"I know this isn't going to be easy on any of us," I began, my throat much drier than it had been a few minutes before. "But we need to know.
Fred stood opposite me, watching as I looked over the shell that once held a man I called my brother, as if to make sure I did the job properly, and ready to employ her much more comprehensive scientific expertise at any time.
"Brusing and discoloration around the neck indicates that victim was either strangled or had neck broken by assailant. No evidence of cuts or puncture wounds. Not a vampire."
I raised my eyes to Fred's to see how I was doing.
((Open to Fred and Faith))
Would Gunn sit up and talk, as well? Would he condemn me for failing him, somehow? Would he absolve me of my sins? It was far too much to hope that he would name his killer, of course.
I actually did wait a few moments, just to make sure that I wasn't about to have the same hallucination as I had with Lilah.
When Gunn remained still and silent, I looked up to regard the two women who'd accompanied me. Two women, I realized at that moment, who had done so much to shape the last few years of my life.
"I know this isn't going to be easy on any of us," I began, my throat much drier than it had been a few minutes before. "But we need to know.
Fred stood opposite me, watching as I looked over the shell that once held a man I called my brother, as if to make sure I did the job properly, and ready to employ her much more comprehensive scientific expertise at any time.
"Brusing and discoloration around the neck indicates that victim was either strangled or had neck broken by assailant. No evidence of cuts or puncture wounds. Not a vampire."
I raised my eyes to Fred's to see how I was doing.
((Open to Fred and Faith))