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Aiden - Darkness to Light
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Darkness to Light
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Rating: FRT
Character: Aiden Burn
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alphabetasoup Prompt: J is for Juno
Content Warning: Spoilers for "American Dreamers," "Officer Blue," "Summer in the City," "Grand Murder at Central Station," and "Heroes."
Summary: There was some kind of intrinsic value in it that she couldn’t really explain. The idea that she could take a piece of paper, some colored pencils, and clay and determine what a person was supposed to or could of looked like just made her feel like she was creating something.
Author's Note: Next in "Stuff of Legends" series. I kinda bounce around a bit, so if it's hard to follow, please let me know.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“…for Juno Lucina was thought to open a baby's eyes to the light after the darkness of the womb.”
-Juno Lucina
She could still feel the weight of the clay in her hands, the way it rolled across her fingers and slowly smoothed over the skull. This wasn’t just her pride, locking the memory of one of her finest moment on the force away for future notice, it was more of the feelings that she had gotten when she was doing the reconstruction. Technology would have made the process twenty times easier, but she told herself, and everyone else, that she was an old-fashioned kinda girl. She liked taking a more hands on approach to it. And aside from the fact that this was the opportunity beyond any measure was something else.
That, and she just loved doing it.
There was some kind of intrinsic value in it that she couldn’t really explain. The idea that she could take a piece of paper, some colored pencils, and clay and determine what a person was supposed to or could of looked like just made her feel like she was creating something. Reconstructing that skull had been somewhat like giving birth. She was giving that person a chance to see and be seen again. Light in the darkness.
But she couldn’t necessarily do that for herself. She had watched as Hawkes worked to reconstruct her face, using technology and programming that she had almost scoffed at, favoring the more hands-on approach. She watched as the look on the man’s face changed from a look of concentration to a look of hurt when he realized who it was. She had wished that somehow things were different, and this didn’t have to be the way she said good-bye, them finding her burnt out body in the back seat of a car, but that was the way the powers that be had decided to play it.
She had known from the beginning that following, hell, stalking, DJ Pratt like she had been doing was not the best idea, but she was determined to fix things. She was only human after all, but the mistake she had made with Pratt had cost her a hell of a lot more than she had wanted. Her job, her friends, her life. Her fixation, her pride wouldn’t let her admit that there could have been nothing more she could do and pushed her towards the unthinkable. She could never forget the look on Regina’s face when she told the other woman that she wasn’t working the case anymore.
“Aiden,” she had began, tucking her hair behind an ear and trying to process what the woman was saying, “Why, what happened?”
“I got fired.”
“Fired?” Regina recoiled, pulling back from her, “You said you’d close this, Aiden, you said you’d get him.”
Aiden had tried to reassure her that Mac was still on the case and he wasn’t letting this go, but if her words sounded as empty and frustrated as she thought they did, she knew they weren’t much of a comfort. They were just another promise that Regina wasn’t sure on whether or not Aiden was going to break. Now, at this point, Aiden wasn’t so sure she had broken the first one. They got him. She made sure they did.
When Pratt had her in the car, her life kept flashing back to the moments in that pizza place months earlier. She had gone into that restaurant thinking in much of the same way that she had done with Pratt. Not thinking ahead, or trying to predict how the man was going to act around her, just doing her job. She was focused and oriented, she had a goal to achieve, and she wasn’t going to let the idea that her life could be in the balance keep her from doing what was right. Her job was to bring justice to those who were wronged. Be their light in the dark. An underground mob boss definitely didn’t rattle her.
Much.
Mac had redirected her. Placed her back on her feet again, and she walked back into that pizza place, with a fresh start. And backup. But the situation she was in now, in the present was slightly different than that one had been before, and this just got a whole lot more difficult, and she didn't think she would make it out this time. She wasn’t going to have the chance to get Mac to put her back on her feet, and come back again with back-up. This was the end, whether she wanted it to be or not.
And as she watched the people in front of her, staring up at the screen at her old NYPD picture, the worst one in the world they could have possibly put in there. She had hated that picture, but it didn’t matter now. She saw the look on Danny’s face, and how he looked like he had just taken another sucker punch to the gut. Stella and Mac, and assorted lab techs, and even the new girl, Montana, whatever her name really was. They all had the same look, that look of shock and confusion and pain, and she wished that she could just go and say hey! Look at me! I’m right here.
It hurt her to see them like that, but underneath all the pain was this strange sense of relief, and she finally understood what that sixteen year-old kid, who still remained nameless after this all was over, must have been feeling as he watched her do the same for him. Even though they didn’t find his name, or who he was, she still brought him into the light. Just like Hawkes had done for her.
Title: Darkness to Light
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Character: Aiden Burn
alphabetasoup Prompt: J is for JunoContent Warning: Spoilers for "American Dreamers," "Officer Blue," "Summer in the City," "Grand Murder at Central Station," and "Heroes."
Summary: There was some kind of intrinsic value in it that she couldn’t really explain. The idea that she could take a piece of paper, some colored pencils, and clay and determine what a person was supposed to or could of looked like just made her feel like she was creating something.
Author's Note: Next in "Stuff of Legends" series. I kinda bounce around a bit, so if it's hard to follow, please let me know.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“…for Juno Lucina was thought to open a baby's eyes to the light after the darkness of the womb.”
-Juno Lucina
She could still feel the weight of the clay in her hands, the way it rolled across her fingers and slowly smoothed over the skull. This wasn’t just her pride, locking the memory of one of her finest moment on the force away for future notice, it was more of the feelings that she had gotten when she was doing the reconstruction. Technology would have made the process twenty times easier, but she told herself, and everyone else, that she was an old-fashioned kinda girl. She liked taking a more hands on approach to it. And aside from the fact that this was the opportunity beyond any measure was something else.
That, and she just loved doing it.
There was some kind of intrinsic value in it that she couldn’t really explain. The idea that she could take a piece of paper, some colored pencils, and clay and determine what a person was supposed to or could of looked like just made her feel like she was creating something. Reconstructing that skull had been somewhat like giving birth. She was giving that person a chance to see and be seen again. Light in the darkness.
But she couldn’t necessarily do that for herself. She had watched as Hawkes worked to reconstruct her face, using technology and programming that she had almost scoffed at, favoring the more hands-on approach. She watched as the look on the man’s face changed from a look of concentration to a look of hurt when he realized who it was. She had wished that somehow things were different, and this didn’t have to be the way she said good-bye, them finding her burnt out body in the back seat of a car, but that was the way the powers that be had decided to play it.
She had known from the beginning that following, hell, stalking, DJ Pratt like she had been doing was not the best idea, but she was determined to fix things. She was only human after all, but the mistake she had made with Pratt had cost her a hell of a lot more than she had wanted. Her job, her friends, her life. Her fixation, her pride wouldn’t let her admit that there could have been nothing more she could do and pushed her towards the unthinkable. She could never forget the look on Regina’s face when she told the other woman that she wasn’t working the case anymore.
“Aiden,” she had began, tucking her hair behind an ear and trying to process what the woman was saying, “Why, what happened?”
“I got fired.”
“Fired?” Regina recoiled, pulling back from her, “You said you’d close this, Aiden, you said you’d get him.”
Aiden had tried to reassure her that Mac was still on the case and he wasn’t letting this go, but if her words sounded as empty and frustrated as she thought they did, she knew they weren’t much of a comfort. They were just another promise that Regina wasn’t sure on whether or not Aiden was going to break. Now, at this point, Aiden wasn’t so sure she had broken the first one. They got him. She made sure they did.
When Pratt had her in the car, her life kept flashing back to the moments in that pizza place months earlier. She had gone into that restaurant thinking in much of the same way that she had done with Pratt. Not thinking ahead, or trying to predict how the man was going to act around her, just doing her job. She was focused and oriented, she had a goal to achieve, and she wasn’t going to let the idea that her life could be in the balance keep her from doing what was right. Her job was to bring justice to those who were wronged. Be their light in the dark. An underground mob boss definitely didn’t rattle her.
Much.
Mac had redirected her. Placed her back on her feet again, and she walked back into that pizza place, with a fresh start. And backup. But the situation she was in now, in the present was slightly different than that one had been before, and this just got a whole lot more difficult, and she didn't think she would make it out this time. She wasn’t going to have the chance to get Mac to put her back on her feet, and come back again with back-up. This was the end, whether she wanted it to be or not.
And as she watched the people in front of her, staring up at the screen at her old NYPD picture, the worst one in the world they could have possibly put in there. She had hated that picture, but it didn’t matter now. She saw the look on Danny’s face, and how he looked like he had just taken another sucker punch to the gut. Stella and Mac, and assorted lab techs, and even the new girl, Montana, whatever her name really was. They all had the same look, that look of shock and confusion and pain, and she wished that she could just go and say hey! Look at me! I’m right here.
It hurt her to see them like that, but underneath all the pain was this strange sense of relief, and she finally understood what that sixteen year-old kid, who still remained nameless after this all was over, must have been feeling as he watched her do the same for him. Even though they didn’t find his name, or who he was, she still brought him into the light. Just like Hawkes had done for her.