Right, so I found some kind of songfic challenge, where you put you iPod on shuffle & write a short fic for the first 5 songs...
My first 5 were:
Blink182 - Going Away To College
Rise Against - Saviour
Bring Me The Horizon - The Sadness Will Never End
Marilyn Manson - Heart-Shaped Glasses (When The Heart Guides The Hand)
Lostprophets - Where We Belong
So if you don't know the songs, I've linked each one to youtube... if that doesn't work, just type the song name in :)
I chose the sexy old GSR pairing from CSI, but am also toying around with an X-Files variation of this game...
Gotta love the two sexiest FBI agents EVER!
I got these rules from KazeKitty
1. Turn shuffle on your iPod, mp3 player, iTunes,
2. Pick the first 5 songs that play and write down the song titles and artists.
3. Pick a fandom, pairing, or original character.
4. Write 5 full length oneshot songfics, one for each song.
5. For /fictionpress, post each as a chapter in a story, using the song title as the title of the story.
6. Have fun!
There's some spoilers, Song 2 is a spoiler for "Cool Change", Song 3&4 are spoilers for Bloodlines & Song 5 is a spoiler for "Identity Crisis"
Rated M as usual for me ;)
I assume I have to put a disclaimer... because I'm so obviously claiming I wrote all of these songs & every episode of CSI.... Or not
Just in case you genuinely think I am cool enough to have done this, I haven'y
Sorry
If I had, Grissom & Sara would have got together much sooner & the audience would have seen it ALL (trust me....)
and my band wouldn't be playing shitty venues, but on a world tour, or playing Warped or Download or something
but seeing as I claim none of it, it doesn't really matter really.
Song 1 - Blink-182 - Going Away To College
To listen: youtube .com/watch?v=CM0D3mvmyRM
(remove the space between "youtube" and ".com")
Dr Gil Grissom stood at the front of the Harvard lecture hall, survey the herds of students in front of him. He wished he was back at the lab, instead of doing some guest lecture crap.
Damn Jim Brass. Grissom knew he had been burning out, but he didn't need to be sent away to some University on sabbatical.
None of the students particularly caught his eye.
They all looked pretty much the same to him.
Then she came in late.
Windswept, hurried and totally gorgeous.
There were very few seats left, but she rushed to the closest one, and got out her books.
There was strange about how she came in he noticed. Something different to all the other students
Halfway through his presentation on blood splatter, it finally occured to him.
She hadn't looked around to see anyone she knew, or to find a seat with friends.
She had come in alone, sat alone, and was currently working alone, despite the burgoening attentions of the guy sat next to her.
As the lecture came to an end, he looked up from his notes and caught her eye.
A smile, the first he had seen in the last hour had spread across her face.
He couldn't help himself but smile back
It didn't surprise Gil to find find her approach the podium after everyone had left.
She as definitely nervous, that much was obvious.
Mahogany eyes, a slender physique, and a subtle tan.
He smiled again. "Hi. I'm Gil Grissom."
Wow, he had never been that forward in his life. Here he was introducing himself to some random, but totally gorgeous woman- No, a student.
And that's all this can be, he told himself. She was a student, he was a visiting proffesor.
Sara smiled, her large brown eyes conveying thanks for him starting the conversation.
"Hi, I'm Sara Sidle. I err- well I was wondering if I had missed anything. I'm, I'm sorry I was late, my flatmate had erm locked herself out of her car again..."
It was at this point she realised he probably didn't care about her flatmate, or her for that matter. She was babbling again.
A smile cracked on his face, as he started to laugh. "Does she do that often?" he chuckled.
Relieved, Sara joined in with the laughter.
"It's only usually when she's hung over to hell... So yeah, pretty often"
"Look, I'm free for a couple of hours, what do you say we grab a coffee & I'll run through the stuff you missed..."
Grissom didn't realised what he had said until it was too late. "She's a student dammit Gil", he chastised himself.
Sara blinked twice. Was she hearing this right.
"Erm, yeah I'd love that. Thanks" A proper grin broke across her face, which Grissom decided to call the Sidle smile. There was just something about her.
That coffee had lead to so much more.
She had told him all about San Fransisco, and all the best places to go.
He had told her all about the lab, and the cases he had worked.
She had seemed so amazed by it all, and the terrible things people did to one another.
No that wasn't right, she seemed more interested in why they did the terrible things, and how the can be stopped.
It was so cold outside when they left.
Well, cold for the end of September in San Fransisco.
Grissom could hardly believe he had been sat talking to her for nearly 3 hours.
Just talking.
It had been nice. Really nice.
He had enjoyed himself, and she seemed happy too.
"Do you want me to walk you back to your flat? It's getting dark..." he had offered as they stepped out of the quiet coffee shop, which was every bit as good as Sara had said.
Smiling again, Sara agreed, grateful for the company.
Surprising even himself, he took her by the hand, as her wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. It was so cold out at night.
The streetlight flickered as they approached her building.
"I'd invite you in, but my flatmate... well, her boyfriends car is here & they'll be drinking... or having sex. Neither is a particularly plesant sight in the living room..."
Grissom laughed.
"Don't worry about it. Some other time. You can show me that entomology book you were talking about."
Sara smiled. "I'll see you soon then."
"Definitely" Grissom smiledback, throwing caution to the wind. There was nothing wrong with being friends with a student. If they were friends that was.
It was nearing the end of December. Grissom had marked all the papers, and was pleased to see Sara had scored highest. What did he expect really. She was so smart, some of the theories & conversations they had still baffled him. Yet she took it all so gracefully into her step.
He knew he was leaving soon. The shell on his desk, that she had given him when they were at the beach, only reminded him how little time really was left.
She knew he was leaving, he just hadn't told her when.
Sara gazed out of the 3rd storey window. Her bedroom was sparsley decorated in time for Christmas - she had 2 cards on her dresser, one from Grissom, and one addressed "Dear Student" from the University.
She knew he was leaving soon. She just didn't want this to end. They had grown so close over the past few months, just talking, spending time together, visitng the beach & all the museums she had never wanted to visit on her own.
But soon, she was to be on her own again.
Why does it feel the same, to fall in love or break it off? Sara sighed, decorating a scrap of paper with nonsensical sentences and random doodles.
And if young love is just a game, then I must have missed the kick off...
There was nothing she could do to stop him leaving.
He had resposibilites. She was just a friend. And that's all she could be.
She wanted him, but she was his student.
"Why does life consistenly screw me over"... she pondered as he walked up the steps to her building.
It was their last day before he left.
They spent the day in their favourite coffe shop.
They had visited every day since they met, and were on first name terms with all the staff.
"A latte for Miss Sidle and the usual Americano with cream for you sir."
The long dark haired kid Jimmy brought their drinks over to the table.
He had placed $25 on the fact that they were going to get together that day. Everyone had put money into the Sara & Grissom pool. By the looks of things no-one was going to win.
That night Grissom took her to the nicest resturant in town.
He wore a black suit, and had never spent so much time on his appearance in his life.
Sara wore a halterneck black dress, and her hair up.
Gil could barely control the urge to take her right there.
They both knew how the other felt.
They both knew where the boundries were.
They both knew how painful Grissoms departure was going to be.
They both knew there was nothing they could do.
Grissom started to talk about their realtionship halfway through dessert.
A bouquet of clumsy words expelled from his mouth and there was nothing he could do to stop them. He hadn't been this scared in a long time.
He told her how difficult his life was. He told her not depend on him to ever follow through on anything. He told her he'd go through hell for her. He told her how this world's an ugly place, but sh was so goddamn beautiful.
Tears ran down her face as she stoetically smiled her was through it.
They promised not to forget each other, and how they'd would write every week.
The photo taken by the waiter that night still hung in her locker long after he had returned to Vegas.
The photo taken by the waiter that night still hung in Grissoms locker back at the lab, long after their painful contact ceased.
Oooohhhh... aren't I cruel to these sexually deprived CSI's....
Don't worry they'll forgive me later along :)
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