Frick Posted March 29, 2005 Share Posted March 29, 2005 Title: Nothing At AllAuthor: FrickFandom: CSI - Original SeriesRating: GPairing: Hint of Gil/SaraDisclaimer: Everyone belongs to CBS, etc - not me. No profit made, noharm intended. Plot (such as it is) is mineNotes: This was surprisingly difficult to write, and didn't come out exactly as I'dhoped. I may have to give Griss/Sara another try. But my goal is not to leave so manyunfinished fics. That said, here we go!Summary: After too many nights of not enough sleep, Grissom submits to a cold.Feedback: Will earn you my love and devotion.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Nothing at All"Grissom, what're you doing here? And is it already, or still?"Warrick's voice broke the stillness of the office and Gil jumpedguiltily, gaze flicking to the clock display on his phone. Aftereleven and too far into the swing shift. Catherine would not bepleased to find him here – again. Something about letting her handleany problems Nick or Warrick had. She claimed they went to him firstif he w ere around. Habits were hard to break, or so he told her.She wasn't impressed."Still," he replied, realizing suddenly that Warrick was still waitingfor a response. He cleared his throat slightly against the hoarsenessand reached for the mug he knew sat somewhere behind the pile ofpapers threatening to overflow from his inbox. He took a gulp of thecontents without looking and grimaced – stone cold. Nothing worsethan stale coffee, except maybe stale coffee made by Greg Sanders.The tech might be smart, but he brewed a terrible pot of coffee. "Wasthere something you needed?""No; I just saw the light on. Figured I'd say hello." Warrick said,glancing around the room nonchalantly. As though he wasn't noticingeach and every damning detail. Grissom knew he looked horrible and ifhe were completely honest, he'd admit he felt worse. Not that hewould admit it.Grissom raised a brow. "Catherine or Sara?""Excuse me?" The slightest hint of a blush crept over Warrick'sfeatures and it nearly made Grissom grin."Which one sent you?""Catherine," he admitted. "You know her." He shifted from foot tofoot. For a moment he looked like a kid in trouble."Tell her I'm going. Eventually," he added. He glanced back to thecomputer screen, eyes drawn by the blinking message. 'No matchfound.' He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. He had beencertain that Sara's swatch would be a breaking point. He'd felt it.Now he just felt exhausted."The Solari case," Warrick asked, still hovering in the doorway.Grissom nodded. "No match in CODIS." He'd run it twice, unwilling tobelieve it the first time."But I thought..." Warrick crossed the room to peer over Grissom's shoulder."I did too." Grissom took off his glasses and pinched the bridge ofhis nose. The headache that had been lurking all day seemed to havesettled in for the long haul. It had to be the lack of sleep... thelong shifts... because he would not let it be anything else.It just wasn't coming together. He had been so certain that the semenstain Sara had discovered on one of Beth's shirts would prove that herhusband was the same man who had killed his first wife in a domesticviolence incident three years before. Then... then it wouldn't matterwhether she wanted to press charges or not. He closed his eyesbriefly, rubbing his nose against a rising tickle. Against thedarkness of his lids floated a picture – dark hair hanging lankagainst hollow cheeks, a bruise blooming dark and swollen over onecheek-bone, bottom lip split, brown eyes hooded.She, Beth, had eyed him warily through the crack between the door andthe frame – the barest opening allowed by the chain. He hadintroduced himself, explained that the police had asked him to come –to investigate the scene of the disturbance.There was no need, she had said. It was a misunderstanding, nothingwrong had been done. The neighbors had jumped to conclusions aboutwhat had been a lover's quarrel. The bruise, the lip? From a trip inthe dark. Her clumsiness was legendary in her family. The policehadn't listened when her husband tried to explain. The whole thinghad been blown out of proportion. She wasn't feeling well, and if hedidn't have a warrant...He did not – yet – and so she closed the door in his face gently, butfirmly. There had been no convincing her. But what drew him was thetiniest glint in her eyes when she first opened the door, a strangemixture of deep fear and deeper hope. Behind her words, her eyesspoke to him, asked to be set free. It was this he answered with hislong shifts, his endless searching.And something else he could not admit, even to himself. Behind hiseyes, her face shifted slightly and slid into another he knew so well.For the briefest of moments it was her eyes looking out of the painedand closed face.Suddenly his phone rang, shattering the image, and Grissom grabbed forit, sending a sheaf of papers sliding from the corner of his desk.Warrick bent down to retrieve them and Grissom took the opportunity toscrub his nose with one knuckle. The tickle was driving him mad."Grissom," he said, wincing slightly as his voice grated."It's Brass. I've got two DB's.""Catherine's on this shift.""It's your case," Brass gave the address and Grissom's stomachknotted. An altercation had been called in but the PD had arrived toolate. Two DB's. It sent a chill through him, actually making himshiver. Suddenly the tickle in his nose returned, much stronger thanbefore and he ducked his head, bringing a fist to his mouth andpressing a finger tight under his nose as he stifled the first sneeze,but the next two escaped slightly. Fortunately there was little sound."Griss?" Warrick asked, a hint of concern in his tone.Grissom replaced the receiver, closing away discomfort anddisturbance. "There's been a development. Tell Catherine I'm gone."Pulling his Forensics jacket from the rack by the door, he steppedaround Warrick, avoiding his gaze and any possibility of questions.The air outside the climate controlled environment of the lab clung toGrissom like damp cobwebs, clammy and clinging. He coughed lightly,but it didn't help. The air felt nearly too thick to breathe and theatmosphere weighed on him. The slightest scent of ozone hung sharp inthe air. Lightning. A storm was coming. Even as he thought it,there was a flash on the horizon and the muted rumble of thunder.The drive from downtown Vegas to Spring Valley, where the Solari'slived, was both too short and immeasurably long. His throat hadjoined the ache in his head, his nose was starting to run, and he wasbeginning to suspect that there was more going on than simpleexhaustion. He fumbled in his pockets for Kleenex, even a scrap, butall he could find was napkins stuffed into the pocket in the car door.Rough, but necessary. Before he was able to prepare himself fullyfor what was to come, he found himself outside the Solari house.The driveway and front door were crossed by Crime Scene tape but themedia had not yet arrived. Fortunately; the more they could completebefore the circus arrived the better. He wasn't feeling at all ableto deal with them. Behind the bright yellow tape, the door gapedwide. Grissom paused for a moment outside the entrance. He took adeep breath, steeling himself, ducked under the tape and crossed thethreshold.Captain Jim Brass met him just inside the door. "They're upstairs.Master bedroom," he said in his abrupt way. "I called Sara and Greg;they should be here soon."Grissom nodded without reply. His nose was tickling again and hetried to sniff discretely, wishing again he had thought to bringKleenex when he left the lab. Brass was still talking, he realized.Describing the scene, the position of the bodies. The likelihood thatit was a murder suicide. The weapon was still in the room... butthere was a strange rushing in his ears making it difficult for him tounderstand what Brass said.He didn't pause outside the bedroom, if he had he wasn't certain hewould have been able to go in at all. As he passed through thedoorway he could feel his expression tighten, the professional maskdropping over his features and closing everything else out. His gazeswept the room, taking in the positions of the bodies, the placementof the weapon, blood spatter across two walls and the floor. He kneltbeside the bodies, searching for evidence of struggle, defensivewounds. Grissom didn't notice when the storm broke over the house,rain hammering down on the roof, beating against the windows. Didn'thear the wind tossing the tree branches. All he saw, all he smelled,all he heard was the scene surrounding him.He swabbed both of their hands for GSR, though it was Beth who heldthe gun. Thin fingers clutching the weapon. Fingernails bitten sofar down they offered no protection to her fingertips. The only wayout, he thought. It was the only way she could see to get away. Notmuch for them to do here, not anymore. He swallowed hard, scrubbedhis nose with his shirtsleeve against a sudden tickle. Sneezing on acrime-scene would contaminate the evidence. He couldn't. But hisbreath hitched irresistibly. Unwilling to submit, Grissom pressed hisnose into the crook of his elbow, stifling the sneezes so that theyknocked him forward, but didn't escape."You'll hurt your ears doing that," a voice warned and Grissom turnedsharply. Greg Sanders stood in the doorway, kit in one hand, theother resting on the door frame as he took in the room."Call it," Grissom asked, ignoring his comment more easily that hecould ignore the lingering urge to sneeze. Peeling back one glove, heknuckled his nose.Greg shrugged. "He came at her one too many times and she killed him,then killed herself."The flat tone of his voice echoed Grissom's own at any number of crimescenes and he flinched, suddenly shot through with doubt. Sodifferent than the boy who had been stricken with nausea at his firstfield scene. Yes, the passion was still there, especially when he wasback in the lab but it was hidden now. Buried under the detachment hethought he was supposed to show, because it was what Grissom alwaysshowed. Some measure of remove was necessary, but was this?"Now, see what the evidence tells you," Grissom said, moving back fromthe bodies to let Greg work.For the first time he caught the flash of lightning and the clap ofthunder nearly overhead. In the brief flare of light, his gaze wascaptured by the splay of Beth's body, the ruin of her face.Accusation in the lines of her limbs, accusing him. Should have donemore, pushed her further, made her let him in. He should have... thelightning flashed again and it wasn't Beth there any more, anotherbody, another face...The need to sneeze sent him striding toward the door, but it hit himbefore he reached it. Unable, or perhaps unwilling, to stifle again,he finally submitted to the urge, hunching in on himself. "Eehtchh!... kehhtchh!" Only a moment to breathe when the third of the sethit. "Eeeshhhuh." Without even the dubious benefit of the napkins,Grissom was reduced to sniffling like a child."You sound terrible."Grissom closed his eyes briefly before facing her. "Thanks," he said,unable to keep the edge from his voice.Sara smiled. "You've got it, don't you?"Grissom scowled."Gruesome Grissom falls to a mere virus." Her voice trembled withsuppressed laughter, but she held out a handkerchief."Where did you hear that," he growled, nearly as irritated by thenickname as he was at needing to accept the cloth from her.She shrugged, turning to the scene before them before he could stopher. He could only watch as her face blanched, the lingering humordraining away until she was left with the professional mask they allwore. "He killed her.""No," Grissom said carefully, watching her closely. "She killed him."Sara nodded slowly, studying Greg as he worked. Another burst oflightning dazzled Grissom's eyes and when his vision cleared Sara wasbending over Beth's body. She glanced back at him over her shoulderand her eyes were dark with anger. You should have stopped this; hecould read the words in her gaze as clearly as if she had spoken them.It's your fault it came to this. And because he could not deny her,he had to look away. "I need some air," he mumbled and fled the room.Down the stairs, past Brass who was questioning one of the neighbors,past the responding officers and out into the night. Rain poured downover him and he was instantly drenched, but the coolness of the stormlet him breathe again. He slowly sank to the ground, sitting on theporch steps and just letting the rain wash over him. His body ached,his eyes stung with exhaustion. All he wanted was to go home, getinto bed and sleep for a week.Words ran through his mind, an accusation Sara made in her first yearin Vegas. They had just finished Pamela Adler's attack case and Sarahad sought him out, looking for comfort, for compassion, or maybesimply for understanding. He had tried, but he couldn't put intowords what was in his heart. She had walked away, but before she wentshe said something that stayed with him even now. I wish I was likeyou, Grissom. I wish I didn't feel anything. And she was gone,before he could respond. He coughed once against the tightness in hischest, but it didn't help. The rain dripped down his cheeks and offhis nose, making him sneeze again. With no one around and nothing tobe contaminated, he finally allowed himself to sneeze freely."Hehchhhuh! ... iichhhuh! Eeeshhhuh!""Jesus, Gil..." Sara's tone was an unusual mixture of concern andirritation. "Are you all right?" She hovered in the doorway, thelight behind her throwing her shadow over him.He shook his head, not in answer but asking her to wait. "H..holdon," he managed, breath hitching. He yanked the handkerchief from hispocket and pressed it to his face, muffling the next set of sneezes."Chhmph... htchhm... hehchhmph!" He resisted the urge to blow hisnose, instead just wiping rather gingerly before stuffing the clothback into his pocket. "I'm fine."Sara quirked a brow but didn't argue. Somewhat perversely, he wishedshe would. It would give him something to focus on besides himself,his circling thoughts."Was there something you needed," he asked, somewhat shortly."It's raining."Grissom waited."Look, Greg seems to have things under control here. Why don't I takeyou home."It was Grissom's turn to raise a brow. "I look like this and you wantto take me home?"Sara scowled. "Try to do something nice..." She sighed, joiningGrissom on the stairs. "You look like you could use a friend. Will aco-worker do?""It's nothing," Grissom protested, keeping his gaze focused on the rain beyond.Sara reached out and pressed a hand to his forehead. Grissom meant tomove back, but the warmth of her touch set him to shivering andinstead of pulling away he leaned into her, slightly. It wasn't untilthe sneezes hit him again that he turned away, hunching his shoulders."Eehtchh! ... kehhtchh!" The third stuck, leaving him gasping andfeeling utterly ridiculous. "Heeh.. uhh... ehh... Eeeshhhuh." Hefinished with a groan and blew his nose."Look, you're obviously sick, you're soaking wet and there's no reasonfor either one of us to sit here in the rain. I'm sure you don't haveany cold medicine in that monk's cell you call an apartment.""Is that how you see me, an ascetic?""Follow the evidence," Sara said, shrugging.The tiniest smile crossed Grissom's lips against his will."Come on." Sara stood and held out a hand to help him up.He took it, grateful for the support as the world did a slow turn,nearly making him stagger. Thankfully, Sara didn't mention hisobvious lack of grace and the dizziness passed as quickly as it hadcome.They left the lab Blazer in the driveway for Greg to take back,instead taking Sara's car. She drove in silence with the heaterturned on high, though she was probably stifling. Grissom felt hisshivering slow and finally subside as they crossed the Strip. As theshaking eased, sleep stole over him and he leaned his head against thewindow, allowing himself to drift. But it wasn't until he lay on hercouch and she covered him with a quilt that he truly slept. Anddreamed of Beth, wounded woman with a different face."Grissom?" A pause, then, "Gil?"It was her voice that drew him back. "I'm sorry," he said fuzzily,rubbing his eyes, still not fully awake. "I should have done more – Ishould have helped her." The words scraped at his throat and hecoughed, turning away from her."You couldn't have. It was her choice." Sara's tone was calm, thecouch dipped as she sat on the edge. "You know that." She held out aglass of water and a packet of pills. NyQuil.Grissom took the pills, drank the water in one long swallow. Thecoolness soothed his throat, but set him to shivering again. "Ishould have pushed her... not given up so easily." His voice shookand he clenched his teeth against the discomfiting tide of tears. Heonly met her eyes when he was certain he was under control. "I shouldhave saved her," he said, furiously."You don't get to make that decision, Gil.""It was my case, my responsibility, my...""It was her life. Not yours.""But..."Sara shook her head. "Remember what you told me? You've got to learnto let this go...""I can't," Grissom whispered. "I saw... you," he admitted.Sara took his hand, held it tight. "I'm still here."~ fin ~ Link to comment
Geist Posted March 29, 2005 Share Posted March 29, 2005 uuuummmm....that's a WHOLE buncha MEOW right there! Nice to see you, stranger!! Hehehehehe . . . . Perhaps a sequel is to come? ~Frack Link to comment
polychrome Posted March 29, 2005 Share Posted March 29, 2005 Nice story! But I'm not quite sure about the rated G part...then again I don't know much about how to pick a rating.Is it just to describe the level of intimate interaction between the characters, or does it translate to the whole story the way it would for a movie or television show?What with the blood spatters, murder, and semen stain I'd not put this story in the Disney category Oh! And I especially like the way you describe the way his voice and throat reflect his sickness...for some reason that gets me. And the ending is so realistic for that kind of situation. My exboyfriend and I are both EMTs, and one night he did CPR on a dead 17 year old girl, and he had the same reaction...."I can't look at you lying down, I see you and I see her." Link to comment
Geist Posted March 29, 2005 Share Posted March 29, 2005 I think Frick meant the sexual part as being G rated....hehehehe.......~Frack Link to comment
Frick Posted March 30, 2005 Author Share Posted March 30, 2005 Thank you much for your feedback. It's always good to know what people like, in particular, about a story.Also - as Frack said, I was rating the interaction between the characters rather than the story in its entirety. Perhaps I should have rated with the violence in mind. Sorry about that, everyone! Thanks again for the feedback.~ Frick Link to comment
Guest GoddessAphrodite Posted March 30, 2005 Share Posted March 30, 2005 That was great! I admit I haven't finished (must leave to go somewhere now...) but I loved what I read so far, and I thought I should leave the deserved feedback. Will continue soon. Link to comment
Love_2_Sneeze_666 Posted April 5, 2005 Share Posted April 5, 2005 Thanx for the contribution. You're a great writer! Hope to hear more soon, keep up the good work! Link to comment
ID2006 Posted May 1, 2005 Share Posted May 1, 2005 I love CSI...That was a great story. I loved reading it. Link to comment
Aljana Posted May 2, 2005 Share Posted May 2, 2005 Ooh Ooh Ooh!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love CSI! Grissom is soooo SEXY! You totally got his character down! Fantastic. Makes me want to finish the CSI fic I started ohh..2 years ago? LOL! I swear I'll get back to it! Anyhow, fabulous story.*Melts*Aljana Link to comment
tma Posted May 2, 2005 Share Posted May 2, 2005 Loved it! I'll admit that I'm a diehard L&O fan so I don't really watch CSI, but I loved the characters and the interactions and the plot seemed very realistic.And I am a big fan of rain and angst. Thanks very muchly! Link to comment
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