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lvpd_sidleAt first it is dark and she feels the sensation of falling--
Never seen such intelligence in such a small child--
Be good for Daddy, sweetheart. Mama's not here--
You were under the mistaken impression that I had strong feelings for you--
Sidle, you've got to take better care of yourself. You'll get killed otherwise, and I don't want to lose my best CSI--
That catches her attention, a memory slowly niggling back out to the forefront.
In a way, it's almost like watching a movie. She sees herself stocking her kit and annoyed at the fact that the lab still hadn't acquired more Kevlar vests. Trading a smart-assed quip with her supervisor, ignoring the cop leering over at her from the squad car.
Unlike before, she can see the other car pulling up behind her, the gun being pointed out the window--
And she understands. This is it. The one chance I have the one chance to change things the one chance to make a difference--
Is that what you wish? All that you wish?
The source of the voice does not matter, but the questions do.
Don't let me forget Murphy. Or Milliways. Any of it.
Please.
It is your wish.
Ground beneath her feet and she runs as fast as she can, knocking herself over.
"You owe me one," she whispers, eyes closing. "You owe me."
Never seen such intelligence in such a small child--
Be good for Daddy, sweetheart. Mama's not here--
You were under the mistaken impression that I had strong feelings for you--
Sidle, you've got to take better care of yourself. You'll get killed otherwise, and I don't want to lose my best CSI--
That catches her attention, a memory slowly niggling back out to the forefront.
In a way, it's almost like watching a movie. She sees herself stocking her kit and annoyed at the fact that the lab still hadn't acquired more Kevlar vests. Trading a smart-assed quip with her supervisor, ignoring the cop leering over at her from the squad car.
Unlike before, she can see the other car pulling up behind her, the gun being pointed out the window--
And she understands. This is it. The one chance I have the one chance to change things the one chance to make a difference--
Is that what you wish? All that you wish?
The source of the voice does not matter, but the questions do.
Don't let me forget Murphy. Or Milliways. Any of it.
Please.
It is your wish.
Ground beneath her feet and she runs as fast as she can, knocking herself over.
"You owe me one," she whispers, eyes closing. "You owe me."
