Title: Crying Time
Author: gamerchick02
Disclaimer: I didn't make any money off of the writing of this fic. BBC and E. George own "The Inspector Lynley Mysteries".
Rating: T. Alcohol use.
Spoilers: End of series 5.
Summary: Lynley comes home and tries to deal with his sadness. Song is "Cryin' Time" by Buck Owens. Song-fic.


Lynley got home from the Met and tossed his blazer over the nearest chair; his kitchen chair. He warmed up leftovers to feed his meager appetite and ate over the sink.

He then went into his living room, and flipped on the radio.

Buck Owens' voice came out of the speakers with such a clarity that it pained him.

Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me,
I can see that far away look in your eyes,
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling,
That it won't be long before it's cryin' time.

He filled his glass with the smoothest whiskey he could ever find and started drinking. The song fueled his sadness.

Now they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder,
And that tears are only rain to make love grow,
Well, my love for you could never grow no stronger,
If I live to be a hundred years old.

He thought of Helen. He thought of the good times they had. He remembered what exactly he loved about her. And now she was gone.

So, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me,
I can see that far away look in your eyes,
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling,
That it won't be long before it's cryin' time.

He shook his head and poured another glass. The whiskey numbed the pain he felt through every stanza of the song.

Now, you say that you've found someone you love better,
That's the way it's happened every time before,
And as sure as the sun comes up tomorrow,
Cryin' time will start when you walk out the door.

He willed the tears to stay in his eyes. He really tried. With his third glass, they slid out from under his eyelids.

Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me,
I can see that far away look in your eyes,
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling,
That it won't be long before it's cryin' time...

The song tore his heart out. He ended the evening like every other evening since her death; sobbing on the couch with an empty glass.