And here we have a return to the angst. This was written for a live journal game ages ago. Warnings for things to do with suicide, but it doesn't happen. This oneshot is set during 'Music To Die For' when Lewis and Hathaway are questioning Anna Kreel at her house.

He's busy talking to Anna Kreel's daughter and so he's not aware at first, what James is doing. But when he looks up, its like someone has punched him in the gut.

His mind's eye conjures up a picture of a young man, stood atop of a church tower, priestly robes discarded on the floor beside him. He's holding onto the battlements and looking down. Robbie doesn't need to see his face to know that. He knows, instinctively that this is not the first time that James has stood on high, looking for all the world like he's going to jump, and Lewis can't shake the feeling, that he has just glimpsed the past.

He doesn't give into his instincts and pull James back from the balcony, the lad isn't even close to the edge. He continues talking to the girl, calmly and coolly, although he has no idea why no body else can hear his voice shaking.

He watches James carefully for the next few days, convinced in his heart that he's going to get a terrible phone call in the middle of the night, the crime scene he dreads most.

And although that day doesn't show up in the days, weeks, months following the case. He can never get over the feeling that James is only a temporary fixture on this earth and that one day, he might just be gone.

It scares the living daylights out of him.