SandleDL
CSI Level One
Hey,
some of you might already know this story, but might also have noticed that I didn't update so often... *shame on me* Well, I want my laziness to vanish, and so I'll take this here as a new start *lol* Sometimes I just need a kick in the a**, and maybe you'll do that if you like the story.
So it takes place after Fannysmackin, and is about how Greg, Sara, Nick and Grissom deal with what happened. That is, the focus is on them, but the others will get their parts, too.
You know me by now - of couse it's Sandle!^^ But also lots of team friendship.
Hope you like it, would be happy about some reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, CSI and the characters are property of CBS and I don't want to profit from this story!
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Scars of Fannysmackin’
“You should process the scene now, me later.”
“I came here for you, Greg.”
“I’m sick of these punks, man, I’m serious, I’m sick of it!”
“Then you’re in the wrong town.”
“Maybe.”
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“Hey Sara.”
“The sidle scent again?”, she asked in order to relieve the tension.
“Fishing for compliments, hm?”, Greg answered through gritted teeth, his eyes closed.
Sara smiled and tried not to look at his bruised face. “No need to, thanks.”
“Believe it or not, but I can see you perfectly.” As if he wanted to prove it, the young man liftet his eyelids a bit. “That is – I can see you. Forget the perfectly.”
“Still good enough.” She felt her lower lip begin to tremble. Why the hell did her voice sound so shaky?
For a moment neither of them spoke, they were only looking at each other, lost in thoughts. Finally Greg cleared his throat and nodded towards the edge of his bed.
“You can sit down if you want to.”
“Thanks.”
Slowly, Sara approached the bed with the white sheets and sat down carefully, being aware of Greg wincing as the vibration made his body ache.
She looked down at him, scanning the bandage around his head and the plastered hand which rested motionless on the blanket.
“Looks scary, doesn’t it?”, Greg grinned wryly.
Yes, he did. But it wasn’t scaring her as much as it hurt her seeing him lying there.
Her hands were like ice and she shivered.
“Freezing?”
“No.”
Was it a lie? Maybe.
***
“Nick.”
The dark-haired man stopped dead on the floor, then turned round.
“Grissom.”
Gil smiled a little.
“Haven’t I had this sort of conversation before?”
Nick gave him an enquiring look and his boss explained how he had visited Greg in hospital.
His younger teammate cast his eyes down.
“Ya think he’ll be alright soon?”
Grissom nodded.
“I’m sure he will. He’s getting medical treatment and he’ll have to stay in hospital for a few days, but he’ll be fine.”
There was something in his eyes, though, that Nick knew boded ill.
“What’s up, Grissom?”
The older man sighed quietly.
“We have to talk, Nick. Now.”
“About what?”, Nick asked although he guessed he knew the answer already.
“Follow me”, Grissom said, walking towards his office.
Taking a deep breath, he followed him.
The door creaked a little as Grissom opened it.
“Sit down”, he ordered, pointing at a wooden chair. Looking at his colleague, he recognized the anxiety reflected by his eyes. “I assume you know what I want to talk about.”
Nick shrugged, avoiding Grissom’s look.
“What happened at the scene?”
“You know what happened.”
“I need to hear it from you.”
Nick leant back, wiping his face once, then staring straight at his superior.
“He provoked, I reacted. That’s all.”
Grissom leant forward, throwing a serious look at his colleague.
“No, that’s not all, Nick, and you know that.”
“But…”
“There is no ‘but’, Nick! You just can’t hit someone when you’re on duty, no matter how much he provoked. It’s your job to stay calm, okay?”
Nick didn’t even notice himself clenching his fists so much that they got white. All he saw was Grissom’s eyes set onto him.
He looked straight at him, slightly confused by the mild expression on his face.
“My job. Okay. So it’s my fuckin’ job to protect those blokes, is that what you’re tellin’ me, Grissom?”
“They weren’t doing anything wrong, Nick.”
“They nearly killed him!” The words came out of his mouth in such an aggressive way he’d never heard himself shouting before, then his voice broke. “They nearly killed him…”
***
“I killed him.”
His voice was barely audible to Sara, but the words hit her like a thunderstorm. She turned her face towards Greg’s, trying to get eye contact, but he wouldn’t look at her. He seemed to be just too fascinated by the white blanket that covered his slender body.
She choke hard, trying to find the right words, knowing she would fail.
“You didn’t, Greg. You didn’t kill him.” Even for herself the sentences sounded riddiculous.
“I accelerated. I looked into his eyes, and pushed the pedal down. Maybe…”
“You didn’t kill him, Greg.”
Her words came out just as quietly as his, but underneath she was screaming, trying to reach him out there whereever he was, trying desparately to cross the distance that was suddenly seperating them.
Slowly Greg lifted his head, and all Sara could see were his eyes. The sparkling they used to hold was gone, replaced by a deep, black sea. They looked defiant, hurt, reflecting nothing but the bare soul of the man she loved with all her heart.
“He died because of me.”
His voice sounded so strange, so unlike him, that Sara had shivers down her spine.
What was she supposed to say? He wouldn’t listen anyway. All her words were useless to him, he didn’t need them, but what he needed instead she couldn’t tell, let alone give.
“Sara.”
She looked at him, but he avoided her gaze. Again his focus was on the white blanket.
“Leave. Please.”
“What?”
Sara gave him a startled look, trying to recapture what he had just said. She bit her lower lip, trying in vain to make the words unheard, unsaid. All she received was a sharp pain that moistered her eyes. It had to be the pain, she told herself, nothing but the pain. She’d never cry in front in front of him.
“Go, Sara.”
She knew she was lying to herself.
She stood up, for a moment shaking due to the dizziness that overcame her, looking down at the young man whose eyes were caught by something much too far away for her to see it.
“Okay. If you want me to, I’ll go. But remember that if you need me to, I’ll come here for you.”
Sara turned round and headed for the door without looking back. Her footsteps echoed in the spartanic room. Like morse signals, sent out in despair for rescue to whoever would hear them, three short, three long, three short. Signals of a human being.
***
some of you might already know this story, but might also have noticed that I didn't update so often... *shame on me* Well, I want my laziness to vanish, and so I'll take this here as a new start *lol* Sometimes I just need a kick in the a**, and maybe you'll do that if you like the story.
So it takes place after Fannysmackin, and is about how Greg, Sara, Nick and Grissom deal with what happened. That is, the focus is on them, but the others will get their parts, too.
You know me by now - of couse it's Sandle!^^ But also lots of team friendship.
Hope you like it, would be happy about some reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, CSI and the characters are property of CBS and I don't want to profit from this story!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scars of Fannysmackin’
“You should process the scene now, me later.”
“I came here for you, Greg.”
“I’m sick of these punks, man, I’m serious, I’m sick of it!”
“Then you’re in the wrong town.”
“Maybe.”
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“Hey Sara.”
“The sidle scent again?”, she asked in order to relieve the tension.
“Fishing for compliments, hm?”, Greg answered through gritted teeth, his eyes closed.
Sara smiled and tried not to look at his bruised face. “No need to, thanks.”
“Believe it or not, but I can see you perfectly.” As if he wanted to prove it, the young man liftet his eyelids a bit. “That is – I can see you. Forget the perfectly.”
“Still good enough.” She felt her lower lip begin to tremble. Why the hell did her voice sound so shaky?
For a moment neither of them spoke, they were only looking at each other, lost in thoughts. Finally Greg cleared his throat and nodded towards the edge of his bed.
“You can sit down if you want to.”
“Thanks.”
Slowly, Sara approached the bed with the white sheets and sat down carefully, being aware of Greg wincing as the vibration made his body ache.
She looked down at him, scanning the bandage around his head and the plastered hand which rested motionless on the blanket.
“Looks scary, doesn’t it?”, Greg grinned wryly.
Yes, he did. But it wasn’t scaring her as much as it hurt her seeing him lying there.
Her hands were like ice and she shivered.
“Freezing?”
“No.”
Was it a lie? Maybe.
***
“Nick.”
The dark-haired man stopped dead on the floor, then turned round.
“Grissom.”
Gil smiled a little.
“Haven’t I had this sort of conversation before?”
Nick gave him an enquiring look and his boss explained how he had visited Greg in hospital.
His younger teammate cast his eyes down.
“Ya think he’ll be alright soon?”
Grissom nodded.
“I’m sure he will. He’s getting medical treatment and he’ll have to stay in hospital for a few days, but he’ll be fine.”
There was something in his eyes, though, that Nick knew boded ill.
“What’s up, Grissom?”
The older man sighed quietly.
“We have to talk, Nick. Now.”
“About what?”, Nick asked although he guessed he knew the answer already.
“Follow me”, Grissom said, walking towards his office.
Taking a deep breath, he followed him.
The door creaked a little as Grissom opened it.
“Sit down”, he ordered, pointing at a wooden chair. Looking at his colleague, he recognized the anxiety reflected by his eyes. “I assume you know what I want to talk about.”
Nick shrugged, avoiding Grissom’s look.
“What happened at the scene?”
“You know what happened.”
“I need to hear it from you.”
Nick leant back, wiping his face once, then staring straight at his superior.
“He provoked, I reacted. That’s all.”
Grissom leant forward, throwing a serious look at his colleague.
“No, that’s not all, Nick, and you know that.”
“But…”
“There is no ‘but’, Nick! You just can’t hit someone when you’re on duty, no matter how much he provoked. It’s your job to stay calm, okay?”
Nick didn’t even notice himself clenching his fists so much that they got white. All he saw was Grissom’s eyes set onto him.
He looked straight at him, slightly confused by the mild expression on his face.
“My job. Okay. So it’s my fuckin’ job to protect those blokes, is that what you’re tellin’ me, Grissom?”
“They weren’t doing anything wrong, Nick.”
“They nearly killed him!” The words came out of his mouth in such an aggressive way he’d never heard himself shouting before, then his voice broke. “They nearly killed him…”
***
“I killed him.”
His voice was barely audible to Sara, but the words hit her like a thunderstorm. She turned her face towards Greg’s, trying to get eye contact, but he wouldn’t look at her. He seemed to be just too fascinated by the white blanket that covered his slender body.
She choke hard, trying to find the right words, knowing she would fail.
“You didn’t, Greg. You didn’t kill him.” Even for herself the sentences sounded riddiculous.
“I accelerated. I looked into his eyes, and pushed the pedal down. Maybe…”
“You didn’t kill him, Greg.”
Her words came out just as quietly as his, but underneath she was screaming, trying to reach him out there whereever he was, trying desparately to cross the distance that was suddenly seperating them.
Slowly Greg lifted his head, and all Sara could see were his eyes. The sparkling they used to hold was gone, replaced by a deep, black sea. They looked defiant, hurt, reflecting nothing but the bare soul of the man she loved with all her heart.
“He died because of me.”
His voice sounded so strange, so unlike him, that Sara had shivers down her spine.
What was she supposed to say? He wouldn’t listen anyway. All her words were useless to him, he didn’t need them, but what he needed instead she couldn’t tell, let alone give.
“Sara.”
She looked at him, but he avoided her gaze. Again his focus was on the white blanket.
“Leave. Please.”
“What?”
Sara gave him a startled look, trying to recapture what he had just said. She bit her lower lip, trying in vain to make the words unheard, unsaid. All she received was a sharp pain that moistered her eyes. It had to be the pain, she told herself, nothing but the pain. She’d never cry in front in front of him.
“Go, Sara.”
She knew she was lying to herself.
She stood up, for a moment shaking due to the dizziness that overcame her, looking down at the young man whose eyes were caught by something much too far away for her to see it.
“Okay. If you want me to, I’ll go. But remember that if you need me to, I’ll come here for you.”
Sara turned round and headed for the door without looking back. Her footsteps echoed in the spartanic room. Like morse signals, sent out in despair for rescue to whoever would hear them, three short, three long, three short. Signals of a human being.
***
