Alone
Title: Alone
Prompt: Anger
Author: BlkRse
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI: New York Crossover
Characters: Tim Speedle/Aiden Burn
Rating: T for language
Word Count: 397
Warning: Spoilers for Season 3 of CSI:Miami
Author's Note: AU, clearly
Summary: She hated him.
She took the call, not thinking much of it when she looked at the caller ID. Maybe it was just a quick friendly chit-chat, she thought, possibly to tease their mutual friend. But when she heard his voice, she knew in her heart this was serious. His tone was low and thick with sadness. Eric broke the news to her, and Aiden made a break for the locker room.
It may not have been where she wanted to go but that’s where she ended up. She hoped to be alone, to cry in privacy but Danny was already in there, quick to be at her side when she hurt her fist from punching the locker.
“Aiden, what hell is wrong with you?”
“He’s gone.” She hit the lockers again. “He’s gone and he ain’t coming back.” Sitting on the bench, she held her face in her throbbing hands, letting the tears come freely.
He’s gone, she thought angrily. He left me alone and he’s not coming back. There was no time for sadness, Aiden was pissed. How dare he? That fucking idiot. How simple was it to clean his damn service weapon? After she told him, called him in the middle of the night even, and made him do it.
No, there was no time for sadness. That would come later. Aiden was enraged. She hated him. Hated him for not being careful, hated Horatio for not being able to save him, hated Eric for telling her what happened.
She hated herself for not being on his ass about it.
Danny tried to wrap his arms around her, to comfort her, but she pushed him away, screaming at him. “No! You let me be pissed! Let me be angry! That son of a bitch couldn’t take care of himself!” She didn’t give a damn what she looked like; tears smearing her makeup, her face red and her eyes wild. She just didn’t care. “It’s his fault! It’s his fault!” Finally she let Danny hold her, listening to his useless words of comfort.
Too upset to let her friend’s words sink in, Aiden thought, fuck Tim. Fuck him for not caring enough about himself to clean his gun. Fuck him for leaving her alone with no one to really turn to. Fuck him for not realizing that she needed him.
And fuck her for not telling him that.
Prompt: Anger
Author: BlkRse
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI: New York Crossover
Characters: Tim Speedle/Aiden Burn
Rating: T for language
Word Count: 397
Warning: Spoilers for Season 3 of CSI:Miami
Author's Note: AU, clearly
Summary: She hated him.
She took the call, not thinking much of it when she looked at the caller ID. Maybe it was just a quick friendly chit-chat, she thought, possibly to tease their mutual friend. But when she heard his voice, she knew in her heart this was serious. His tone was low and thick with sadness. Eric broke the news to her, and Aiden made a break for the locker room.
It may not have been where she wanted to go but that’s where she ended up. She hoped to be alone, to cry in privacy but Danny was already in there, quick to be at her side when she hurt her fist from punching the locker.
“Aiden, what hell is wrong with you?”
“He’s gone.” She hit the lockers again. “He’s gone and he ain’t coming back.” Sitting on the bench, she held her face in her throbbing hands, letting the tears come freely.
He’s gone, she thought angrily. He left me alone and he’s not coming back. There was no time for sadness, Aiden was pissed. How dare he? That fucking idiot. How simple was it to clean his damn service weapon? After she told him, called him in the middle of the night even, and made him do it.
No, there was no time for sadness. That would come later. Aiden was enraged. She hated him. Hated him for not being careful, hated Horatio for not being able to save him, hated Eric for telling her what happened.
She hated herself for not being on his ass about it.
Danny tried to wrap his arms around her, to comfort her, but she pushed him away, screaming at him. “No! You let me be pissed! Let me be angry! That son of a bitch couldn’t take care of himself!” She didn’t give a damn what she looked like; tears smearing her makeup, her face red and her eyes wild. She just didn’t care. “It’s his fault! It’s his fault!” Finally she let Danny hold her, listening to his useless words of comfort.
Too upset to let her friend’s words sink in, Aiden thought, fuck Tim. Fuck him for not caring enough about himself to clean his gun. Fuck him for leaving her alone with no one to really turn to. Fuck him for not realizing that she needed him.
And fuck her for not telling him that.