Elvis has left the building
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Category: Angst, AU
Summary: An unexpected tragedy happens.
Warning: Major Character Death
Disclaimer: I don't own them but I love them dearly.
Feedback: Yes, please. It's the icing on my cake.
Released: September 2019
Word Count: 252
On the day the tragedy happened the world stood still, if only for a microsecond.
Catherine sobbed in a corner. Nick and Sara were standing idly around, blank expressions on their faces. Gil leaned against the wall, frozen. Hodges killed a fly sitting on the table.
The stalemate was disturbed by Brass walking in. His ashen face matched the color of his suit. "The body is with Dr. Robbins now. Are you ready to attend the autopsy?"
"I can't do this," Gil croaked, keeping to the wall.
"But... the evidence...."
"Doesn't matter. He is dead."
"Gil, don't you want to find out who did this?"
"I can't watch his autopsy," Gil hissed, eyes watering. "I just can't." This is my fault. He is dead because I sent him out there alone. I fed him to the sharks without a second thought.
"Fuck this shit!" Hodges pushed his chair back and stormed out. The squashed mess that was once a flying creature smeared across the table like a scream.
"Oh God!" Sara covered her face, shaking. Nick pulled her into a hug. Catherine continued sobbing.
"I understand," Brass mumbled, squaring his shoulders. "I'll call another lab to send someone over."
"Yes... whatever." Gil wiped his eyes. Rock'N'Roll never dies. One tear had escaped his brushing off and was running down his cheek. But Elvis has left the building. He slumped to the ground.
Nobody came over to help him up. Every CSI was busy grieving.
The cruel world, though, kept on spinning regardless.