For Better & For Worse
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor profit from anything CSI or CSI related. I truly wish I did. However I do claim to own George Eads, if only in my head.
A/N: Due to totally unexpected yet delightful feedback from my first little attempt at fanfic, "Garbage Day", I have decided to share with you this little WIP that I actually started before "GD" and am still working on. It's a bit darker but I hope that you will like it anyway. You may (or may not) notice a couple similarities between the two, especially in the first couple chapters. This is because I was writing them at approximately the same time, however the stories are in no way related. Well, I think I've done about enough babbling for now. Enjoy the show (and my story!) (
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Nick Stokes hurried out of the locker room, clipping his badge and weapon on his belt as he went. He veered around the corner and headed to the break room.
"Late again eh Nick?" He glanced up to see Greg coming towards him, folders in hand.
"Bite me Sanders," he said, unable to keep a smirk off his face as he went by the young lab tech.
"Where?" He heard Greg's reply and shook his head with a chuckle.
Finally reaching the lounge he ducked inside, feeling like a student late for class. Unfortunately though his charms didn't work nearly as well on Grissom as they had on Mrs. Greene.
"Nick, so nice of you to join us," Catherine said, not looking up from the newspaper she was reading over.
"I know, I know," he replied, gratefully accepting the cup of coffee Warrick offered and adding sugar. "Do you think Grissom will be pissed?"
"Well that depends," she replied, folding the paper neatly. "You have a good reason?"
"Well, uh..."
"What's her name this time?" Sara piped up, flashing Nick a big gap-toothed grin.
Warrick huffed and shook his head with a smirk, taking a sip of his coffee. Catherine's eyebrows popped up but she remained silent and kept her eyes on the paper listening intently.
Nick looked over at Sara, just staring speechless for a brief moment. Granted that was the kind of reputation he had earned himself, the charmer, the ladies man but that was before he met her. Hadn't she noticed that he had not dated anyone since Kristy? No, why would she? He knew she was more than likely teasing but he cared about her so much that her words hurt. He couldn't let that show however, what would she think if she knew how he truly felt about her?
Ha, yeah right pal, keep dreaming
No. He would rather have her as a friend than not have her at all. Besides wasn't she seeing that fuddy-duddy EMT, what was his name? Hank? Alas, his fantasies of the two of them together would just have to remain that way, a fantasy. So he sucked it up and plastered a dazzling grin on his face, his defenses coming into play.
"Allison," he shot back, crossing his strong arms across his chest, and gave her a wink. He regretted his words as soon as he saw her smile falter and something
Jealousy? Nah, it couldn't be...
flicker in her eyes before they dropped to her hands in her lap. Before he could open his mouth to apologize, a whirlwind commonly known as Gil Grissom came into the room.
"Catherine, Sara and Warrick, double hit and run," he began reading one of the assignment slips in his hand. "Apparently our suspect managed to run over not one but two victims within half an hour of each other. Fortunately neither vic was killed but they are both in critical condition at Desert Palm hospital. Witnesses gave matching descriptions of the same vehicle. Lockwood is waiting for you at one scene; O'Riley is at the other. Divide and conquer guys. Decide amongst yourselves who gets what."
"Hello to you too," Catherine muttered reaching for the piece of paper.
"Hello Catherine," he replied, giving her an amused look over the rims of his glasses. "How are you this evening?" She rolled her eyes in response causing Warrick and Nick to smile at their friendly banter. Nick's smile faded however when he noticed Sara was still just staring at her hands.
"Let's go ladies," Warrick said tossing his empty coffee cup. "I'm driving."
Both women got up to follow, Catherine making a comment about men always having to drive. Sara however remained silent and walked by Nick without saying a word. He watched her go feeling sorrier than ever.
Wow, she was really upset by that. what the hell?
"Nicky my boy, you're with me." Grissom's voice pulled his attention back over to his assignment. "Case has been passed down from days. Jane Doe found a few hours ago. Doc Robbins already has her."
Nick nodded and looked over the slip Grissom handed him.
"Oh, and perhaps you should try winding that watch of yours," Grissom added as he got up giving Nick a pointed look.
"Sorry boss," Nick said with an apologetic smile.
"I'll meet you down there in ten."
"Sure thing."
*** A/N: Please review, all thoughts are welcome! Oh, and by the way, I realize that these chappies are really short. As a result there will be a lot of them. Sorry if this bugs anyone but I only get to write in short burst at a time!
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor profit from anything CSI or CSI related. I truly wish I did. However I do claim to own George Eads, if only in my head.
A/N: Due to totally unexpected yet delightful feedback from my first little attempt at fanfic, "Garbage Day", I have decided to share with you this little WIP that I actually started before "GD" and am still working on. It's a bit darker but I hope that you will like it anyway. You may (or may not) notice a couple similarities between the two, especially in the first couple chapters. This is because I was writing them at approximately the same time, however the stories are in no way related. Well, I think I've done about enough babbling for now. Enjoy the show (and my story!) (
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Nick Stokes hurried out of the locker room, clipping his badge and weapon on his belt as he went. He veered around the corner and headed to the break room.
"Late again eh Nick?" He glanced up to see Greg coming towards him, folders in hand.
"Bite me Sanders," he said, unable to keep a smirk off his face as he went by the young lab tech.
"Where?" He heard Greg's reply and shook his head with a chuckle.
Finally reaching the lounge he ducked inside, feeling like a student late for class. Unfortunately though his charms didn't work nearly as well on Grissom as they had on Mrs. Greene.
"Nick, so nice of you to join us," Catherine said, not looking up from the newspaper she was reading over.
"I know, I know," he replied, gratefully accepting the cup of coffee Warrick offered and adding sugar. "Do you think Grissom will be pissed?"
"Well that depends," she replied, folding the paper neatly. "You have a good reason?"
"Well, uh..."
"What's her name this time?" Sara piped up, flashing Nick a big gap-toothed grin.
Warrick huffed and shook his head with a smirk, taking a sip of his coffee. Catherine's eyebrows popped up but she remained silent and kept her eyes on the paper listening intently.
Nick looked over at Sara, just staring speechless for a brief moment. Granted that was the kind of reputation he had earned himself, the charmer, the ladies man but that was before he met her. Hadn't she noticed that he had not dated anyone since Kristy? No, why would she? He knew she was more than likely teasing but he cared about her so much that her words hurt. He couldn't let that show however, what would she think if she knew how he truly felt about her?
Ha, yeah right pal, keep dreaming
No. He would rather have her as a friend than not have her at all. Besides wasn't she seeing that fuddy-duddy EMT, what was his name? Hank? Alas, his fantasies of the two of them together would just have to remain that way, a fantasy. So he sucked it up and plastered a dazzling grin on his face, his defenses coming into play.
"Allison," he shot back, crossing his strong arms across his chest, and gave her a wink. He regretted his words as soon as he saw her smile falter and something
Jealousy? Nah, it couldn't be...
flicker in her eyes before they dropped to her hands in her lap. Before he could open his mouth to apologize, a whirlwind commonly known as Gil Grissom came into the room.
"Catherine, Sara and Warrick, double hit and run," he began reading one of the assignment slips in his hand. "Apparently our suspect managed to run over not one but two victims within half an hour of each other. Fortunately neither vic was killed but they are both in critical condition at Desert Palm hospital. Witnesses gave matching descriptions of the same vehicle. Lockwood is waiting for you at one scene; O'Riley is at the other. Divide and conquer guys. Decide amongst yourselves who gets what."
"Hello to you too," Catherine muttered reaching for the piece of paper.
"Hello Catherine," he replied, giving her an amused look over the rims of his glasses. "How are you this evening?" She rolled her eyes in response causing Warrick and Nick to smile at their friendly banter. Nick's smile faded however when he noticed Sara was still just staring at her hands.
"Let's go ladies," Warrick said tossing his empty coffee cup. "I'm driving."
Both women got up to follow, Catherine making a comment about men always having to drive. Sara however remained silent and walked by Nick without saying a word. He watched her go feeling sorrier than ever.
Wow, she was really upset by that. what the hell?
"Nicky my boy, you're with me." Grissom's voice pulled his attention back over to his assignment. "Case has been passed down from days. Jane Doe found a few hours ago. Doc Robbins already has her."
Nick nodded and looked over the slip Grissom handed him.
"Oh, and perhaps you should try winding that watch of yours," Grissom added as he got up giving Nick a pointed look.
"Sorry boss," Nick said with an apologetic smile.
"I'll meet you down there in ten."
"Sure thing."
*** A/N: Please review, all thoughts are welcome! Oh, and by the way, I realize that these chappies are really short. As a result there will be a lot of them. Sorry if this bugs anyone but I only get to write in short burst at a time!