butterflylove206
Prime Suspect
Title: Its so stupid I don't want to waste brainpower thinking up a title
Rating: G
Spoilers: Fallen Idols (I could write pages about how much I loved that scene)
Summary: Yikes! The TV universe and the real world collide! If I feel bored this might have another chapter or two with some Bones or House crossover.
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Grissom had maxed out on overtime, again, and now he was forced to go home and find something to do with his time. He had always been an avid reader but today he could not seem to concentrate on anything. He had first picked up the daily paper, but soon found that nothing interested him in the least. Then he tried a few journal articles he had been meaning to read, but to no avail. Now he had been trying to make sense of the words on the first page of a fiction novel for ten minutes but could not make his mind concentrate. He had never watched much TV and didn’t even own a DVD player.
Surveying the room, his eyes fell upon the PC Catherine had insisted he buy several years ago. He hardly ever used it but once he had heard Sara and Greg talk about putting friends names into Google to see if they had been written about or if there was someone else with their same name.
Deciding this could prove entertaining he typed “Sara Sidle” into the search box. He was surprised to see that she had a Wikipedia article about her. Clicking on the link he found that while it started out like a biography, the writer seemed to know things about her childhood that he knew that she would never admit to anyone, even if they were writing her biography. It was almost as if they had been there the night she told him about all that she had been through. The next section was a simple listing of her academic career, hardly secret, but the section following that one sent chills up his spine. Every time in the past that he had flirted with her, or hurt her, was chronicled. Now he was sure that someone was stalking both of them. Glancing at the clock he realized that his coworkers would be busy, and since he concluded that they were not in immediate danger he continued his research.
After visiting many websites dedicated to Sara herself as well as a woman named Jorja Fox who had to be Sara’s twin, Grissom found a thread of a website called TalkCSI. It appeared that it was a community of sorts where people, all of whom must be stalking and spying on them as a group effort, were discussing their relationship. He was relieved to see that they didn’t seem to have seen their most intimate encounters, but they had somehow spied on them when Sara shaved his beard in his windowless bathroom. Glancing at the clock again, he saw that it was close to the end of shift and Sara was probably back at the lab. Hitting speed dial 1 he waited through two rings before she answered.
“Sidle”
“Sara, I think someone is stalking both of us. They have websites and everything, and…” he lowered his voice a little in case she was standing close enough to anyone that they could hear. “they know about us. They call it GSR, Grissom and Sara’s Romance.”
Sara chuckled. “Gi…uh Grissom, of coarse they know. We are on TV after all!”
Rating: G
Spoilers: Fallen Idols (I could write pages about how much I loved that scene)
Summary: Yikes! The TV universe and the real world collide! If I feel bored this might have another chapter or two with some Bones or House crossover.
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Grissom had maxed out on overtime, again, and now he was forced to go home and find something to do with his time. He had always been an avid reader but today he could not seem to concentrate on anything. He had first picked up the daily paper, but soon found that nothing interested him in the least. Then he tried a few journal articles he had been meaning to read, but to no avail. Now he had been trying to make sense of the words on the first page of a fiction novel for ten minutes but could not make his mind concentrate. He had never watched much TV and didn’t even own a DVD player.
Surveying the room, his eyes fell upon the PC Catherine had insisted he buy several years ago. He hardly ever used it but once he had heard Sara and Greg talk about putting friends names into Google to see if they had been written about or if there was someone else with their same name.
Deciding this could prove entertaining he typed “Sara Sidle” into the search box. He was surprised to see that she had a Wikipedia article about her. Clicking on the link he found that while it started out like a biography, the writer seemed to know things about her childhood that he knew that she would never admit to anyone, even if they were writing her biography. It was almost as if they had been there the night she told him about all that she had been through. The next section was a simple listing of her academic career, hardly secret, but the section following that one sent chills up his spine. Every time in the past that he had flirted with her, or hurt her, was chronicled. Now he was sure that someone was stalking both of them. Glancing at the clock he realized that his coworkers would be busy, and since he concluded that they were not in immediate danger he continued his research.
After visiting many websites dedicated to Sara herself as well as a woman named Jorja Fox who had to be Sara’s twin, Grissom found a thread of a website called TalkCSI. It appeared that it was a community of sorts where people, all of whom must be stalking and spying on them as a group effort, were discussing their relationship. He was relieved to see that they didn’t seem to have seen their most intimate encounters, but they had somehow spied on them when Sara shaved his beard in his windowless bathroom. Glancing at the clock again, he saw that it was close to the end of shift and Sara was probably back at the lab. Hitting speed dial 1 he waited through two rings before she answered.
“Sidle”
“Sara, I think someone is stalking both of us. They have websites and everything, and…” he lowered his voice a little in case she was standing close enough to anyone that they could hear. “they know about us. They call it GSR, Grissom and Sara’s Romance.”
Sara chuckled. “Gi…uh Grissom, of coarse they know. We are on TV after all!”