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You Can Never Go Home Again

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Summary: CSI Las Vegas: You can't pick up where you left off and Faith knows it.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
CSI > CSI Las VegasAveMariaFR1326820175,5201 Apr 0621 May 06No

Brass

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the concepts for the stories that they were meant for. They were created by the brilliant minds that are Joss Whedon & Anthony E Zuiker, I'm only borrowing them. No money is being made & no copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: There seems to be a little confusion I was going to leave you to figure out that the father in this story is not Grissom, but there was some confusion.... Jim Brass is the father, not Grissom.

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The interrogation had run long, son-of-a-bitch wouldn't admit that he comitted the crime when all evidence collected so far pointed a big neon arrow at him. Evidence was black and white, just like life. He was glad he'd finally escaped, Grissom's team had found new evidence they needed to evaluate. Hopefully it would lead to a conviction.

Tonight was his baby girl's birthday he'd wanted to get off work early so he could hold true to his tradition of visiting her grave at night, when he was all alone, when nobody was there and there was privacy and he could just talk to her empty grave with no one around to hear him.

Music softly played on the radio, as he turned down the road that led to the secluded cemetery. Sunflowers were set on the seat beside him on the seat, they were her favorite flower, he'd always brought her a bouquet on her birthday when she was still alive and he had held true to tradition following her death.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who liked his privacy, he thought to himself as he pulled into the graveyard's parking lot and watched a young woman take one glance back at the graveyard, then at his car before continuing away, hands stuffed in her pockets, head down, feet scuffling along the sidewalk.

He waited until the girl had passed before getting out of his car, flowers in hand. He walked into the silent graveyard, peaceful and quiet and he walked down off the gravel path to the small marble headstone setting the flowers down, "Hey sweetheart. Sorry I'm late. I got held up at work......."

TBC

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A/N: Please review and tell me what you think. I know Chapter 1 was a little weird but, the story is starting to go more mainstream now.... I hope. Anyway. Please review & say whether it's worth continuing.

And if it is, soon Faith gets dragged in for an intterogation with our favorite CSIs.

The End?

You have reached the end of "You Can Never Go Home Again" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 21 May 06.

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