Sanctity and Sanity
Title: Sanctity and Sanity
Author: GusTheMoose
Theme/Set: Faith/Criminal Intent
Rating: G
Claim + additional character(s): Alex Eames/Bobby Goren
Warning: Post-Ep. Wee Small Hours
Summary: “He has grace and forgiveness…”
He rarely feels the need to step inside a church. Ever since his mother started to see demons and all the praying a seven year old boy could do fixed nothing, he stopped going to church. Today though, the only thing he had faith in had been shaken and he found himself sitting in the back pew, arms resting on his knees and staring helplessly at his hands.
He ignored the flow of people who went in and out, lighting candles or heading to the confessional. Hadn’t he expected it? Told himself over and over that she couldn’t be that special. She had to have a flaw like everyone else. And now the whole world knew she was not the loyal side kick that they thought her to be.
But for all the times he told himself that and for all the times he assured himself he would be comfortable with that fact, it still hurt. It hurt more than he expected.
“Can I help you, my son?” Bobby looked up to find an elderly priest standing beside the pew, looking concerned.
Bobby opened his mouth to say no, but he scooted over instead and offered the priest a seat.
“So, what’s troubling you?” The priest asked after a few minutes of silence.
“What saves us?” Bobby asked, staring at the cross hanging above the altar.
“He has grace and forgiveness.”
Bobby waved a hand, “No, no, not what God has, what we have. What do we have?”
“He sees potential.”
Bobby shook his head, “Potential can be ruined, there has to be more.”
The priest looked confused for a second, then nodded, “A crisis of faith. Would you like a standard answer or a real one?”
Bobby shrugged and the priest sighed.
“Faith is not easy. If it was easy it wouldn’t be faith, but faith isn’t about how much you pray, or how many candles you light. It’s about actions.”
“The good Samaritan,” Bobby said with a snort.
“Yes, but it’s true. Actions speak louder than words.” Bobby almost laughed. A good thing he didn’t have an actual crisis or else he’d really be screwed. But, then he remembered the look in Alex’s eyes as she read the letter and the tears. Actions speak louder than words.
“Thank you Father,” Bobby said softly smiling, “You know what her favorite hymn is?” The question threw the priest, but Bobby was used to it, “Amazing Grace.” And now the priest was smiling too.
Author: GusTheMoose
Theme/Set: Faith/Criminal Intent
Rating: G
Claim + additional character(s): Alex Eames/Bobby Goren
Warning: Post-Ep. Wee Small Hours
Summary: “He has grace and forgiveness…”
He rarely feels the need to step inside a church. Ever since his mother started to see demons and all the praying a seven year old boy could do fixed nothing, he stopped going to church. Today though, the only thing he had faith in had been shaken and he found himself sitting in the back pew, arms resting on his knees and staring helplessly at his hands.
He ignored the flow of people who went in and out, lighting candles or heading to the confessional. Hadn’t he expected it? Told himself over and over that she couldn’t be that special. She had to have a flaw like everyone else. And now the whole world knew she was not the loyal side kick that they thought her to be.
But for all the times he told himself that and for all the times he assured himself he would be comfortable with that fact, it still hurt. It hurt more than he expected.
“Can I help you, my son?” Bobby looked up to find an elderly priest standing beside the pew, looking concerned.
Bobby opened his mouth to say no, but he scooted over instead and offered the priest a seat.
“So, what’s troubling you?” The priest asked after a few minutes of silence.
“What saves us?” Bobby asked, staring at the cross hanging above the altar.
“He has grace and forgiveness.”
Bobby waved a hand, “No, no, not what God has, what we have. What do we have?”
“He sees potential.”
Bobby shook his head, “Potential can be ruined, there has to be more.”
The priest looked confused for a second, then nodded, “A crisis of faith. Would you like a standard answer or a real one?”
Bobby shrugged and the priest sighed.
“Faith is not easy. If it was easy it wouldn’t be faith, but faith isn’t about how much you pray, or how many candles you light. It’s about actions.”
“The good Samaritan,” Bobby said with a snort.
“Yes, but it’s true. Actions speak louder than words.” Bobby almost laughed. A good thing he didn’t have an actual crisis or else he’d really be screwed. But, then he remembered the look in Alex’s eyes as she read the letter and the tears. Actions speak louder than words.
“Thank you Father,” Bobby said softly smiling, “You know what her favorite hymn is?” The question threw the priest, but Bobby was used to it, “Amazing Grace.” And now the priest was smiling too.