Does Eric Die In Csi: Miami Novels & Stories

"No!!!" Eric's eyes could pop out of their sockets—that was the one thing he did not want to see! Bang! With the crack of a gunshot, Eric's mother, who had spent most of her life working as a servant in Quill Manor, collapsed and died in a pool of her own blood. "Rex Quill!" Eric bellowed, on the verge of losing his mind. He whipped out his handgun and fired it straight at the smirking Rex. Bang! Bang! Bang!

You don't need to use your head to think to know who's doing it. Anna, you come back and die with me. Eric suddenly remembered something, opened his cell phone, and wrote a message. [Where are you?] Ting ting. Incoming message tone. [I'm at work, do you have urgent business to find me?] Eric quickly tapped his finger on the keyboard. [Ha ha, you are so good. Put up a bunch of posters looking for an excuse to run away, hurry home, and clean up for me] Ting ting. [No, I want the best for you. Didn't the press say you and Vincent are a couple?]

“He has nothing to do with you now. He’s handed all funeral procedures over to me. You’re the ones who should be leaving. Do not disrupt his peace in his final moments. Out!” Tiffany felt slightly afraid at the sight of Jackson in this manner. The sight of a usually jovial and even-tempered man suddenly flying into a rage was terrifying. Worried that he might start a fight, she was too afraid to placate him. Not only did Eric’s father refuse to leave, but he plonked himself on a bench in the corridor. “I’m not leaving. What are you going to do to me? Call the police? I think the police would find our presence entirely suitable. You’re the ones who shouldn’t be here. We’ve only just found out

Eric sat next to him at the front seat. As I walked out of the base and headed down the street, and just as I approached a sharp junction, I heard a loud speedy noise (like the sound of a straying vehicle). It was a red sports car crashing towards me with a high speed. The next thing I noticed was a complete black out. I had no idea of where I was, what happened or where I was taking. All I could see was nothing as I had gone completely blank into a deep state of coma and there was no certainty of ever coming back from it... Eric’s new friend Louis suddenly disappeared into thin air, leaving Eric behind, Eric picked up by the cops and arrested for driving while drunk and an attemped murder a

They will tell me, Kendra, she has been missing for days and no one can seem to find her, Caroline, she ended it all after her mate was killed by one of Alpha Kenn's men, and finally, Eric—and I will fall to my knees at the mention of his name, too weak to not cry—there were too many to them too quickly, he was over powered, I am truly sorry. Eric cannot be over powered, though, so I will change it. At the sight of my limp body, he was distracted, giving the enemy just enough time to strike with the final move. He would die because of me. I roll over in my sheets and squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to fall back into my death-like slumber. If this is really how it all ended, I would not be able

“I killed your…brother.” “No, you didn’t.” Eric snatched the gun from me and fired a shot to Ethan’s forehead. And then another shot to his chest in the space of two seconds. “I killed him,” he said firmly and tossed the gun to the ground. “I’m the one who killed him. And he’s not my brother. He’s a monster who would've killed us both without a second thought and that’s why he had to die. You didn’t do it. I did.” Eric wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as tears streamed down my face. “It's over, tigress,” he whispered, his voice gentle yet filled with sorrow. “We're safe now.”

Jair staggered across the room on his hands and feet as his blood stained Eric's shirt and hands. "Is not!" Jair squealed. "Is not!" His hand reached behind Eric, trying to pull him off of him. Eric moved the knife to Jair's side, his body sliding across Jair's sweat and blood. He closed his eyes and listened to Jair's dying sobs until he collapsed to the floor. Eric held his position for a minute…waiting. Nothing. He loosened his arm around Jair's neck and one last thin breath escaped him. Jair is dead.

"I won, didn't I? You really stopped loving her. You said it yourself—you wished she'd die. Don't pretend your hands are clean, Eric. I wasn't the only one who pushed her to her death. You did too." "Yeah. Me." Eric closed his eyes. His throat felt choked up, and his voice came out rough. "You're right. I killed her with my own hands. And now you and Todd will be buried with her." Eric didn't kill them outright. That would've been too easy. He had Todd hauled out of the water cell and, in front of Mia, crippled all four of his limbs. Then, he ordered a dose of specially treated silver to be injected into Todd's body.

the detective asked. I opened my mouth, about to speak, about to say James’ name, but Eric cut in. “This is bad,” he said quickly. “I still can’t believe Dora is… dead.” The detective looked between us for a moment. “If you remember anything or know who might be responsible, please contact me,” he said, handing us a card before turning and walking away. As soon as he left, everything spun. My vision blurred, and I nearly collapsed. Eric caught me just in time, holding me up as I shook all over.

“Uhm… Thuso, did you notice anything strange when you went there?” The guard shook his head. “Besides Jackson’s weird behaviour and Sonya’s state, there was nothing. Though, I thought I smelled gun-powder residue on Sonya. But I didn’t think much of it.” Logan and MJ shared a glance, each one replaying the news report in their heads. “Wait, did something happen? I stayed here all night, waiting for her to wake up or for Jackson to at least give me a call, but he never did.” MJ nodded at Logan to relay the news to his friend. “Thuso, actually… there’s something you should know,” Logan started, casting him an anxious look. “Eric Becker is dead.”