Summary: It's been three months since being buried alive and Nick is still trying to recover from it. Can this newbie help him getting his life back?
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I do own Ashley Lopez :)
Note: This is my first CSI story so be kind.
The first few chapters will be mostly personbased, later on when something big happens I will also focuss on the crime scene and the processing and stuff.
Since English isn't my first language, I'm in need of Beta. Should someone want to do it, let me know. If not, deal with the mistakes. :)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sara Sidle glanced at her partner for the night. It had been 3 months since the ordeal he and the rest of the team had been going through and things hadn't returned to normal or better he hadn't returned to normal. The first sign was the lack of dates. He usually told them pretty much everything, especially to Warrick. It sometimes felt like they were keeping score. But that had stopped; he also never really reacted to Warrick's stories. He listened, he did that, but you never got any reaction out of him. 'Oh' and 'mm' weren't reactions in Sara's book. If you saw him walking around, or sitting next to you in the break room or a car, you couldn't help but feel like looking at a man who had giving up on life. Sara knew that he was taking the pills the doctor had subscribed him, he had to otherwise he could be looking for a new job, but medication didn't give you back the will to live. According to her he needed something or someone to live for again, but this was something that was easily said, but not so easily done.
Nick Stokes watched the scenery go by as the car headed back towards the lab. He had seen Sara glance at him, but decided to ignore it. He had been ignoring a lot lately, especially his own unhappiness, but how can someone be happy when he's been through was he had been.
'It's been three months; you should show any signs of recovery' a little voice inside his head said to him. Nick wanted to say something back, tell himself that it was just 3 months, but he realized it was the truth. It had been three months of counseling, taking medication and going back to work and still he hadn't changed. He knew he needed something in his life to get him back on track, to find a reason to life again. But the question was how: how do you get up after a thing like that, how do you get up when you cannot even look in the mirror without flinching, how do you get up when you know that your life should have ended right there and then?
Gilbert Grissom watched the girl enter his office. She was the newest addition to the grave yard shift, someone desperately needed. Ashley Lopez had been the only name that really stood out. He had seen hundreds of applications and hers was a request for a transfer. He could understand is, with your father being your supervisor, it was only natural to have this need to prove it somewhere else. Her training cases had been reviewed by someone else and it turned out she was the best LA had to offer at this moment. Grissom had sensed the sadness in her father's voice when he had called them to say he would like her to come over. Nobody likes to see one of its best people leave. But her father had acknowledged that Ashley wanted to leave, to let his shadow behind and move on. But there was something else about Ashley. From the moment he had read the transfer papers and had seen her files, his gut had told him that Ashley Lopez might be the girl who could save one of his team members from falling apart.