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Summary: GSR from Nick's POV. Written as diary entries.
Spoilers: Some here and there, but we've seen them all already, so it's not really spoiling, is it?
A/N: This idea came to me as I was looking through a series of CSI: fanfic challenges. THIS WAS NOT TAKEN DIRECTLY FROM A CHALLENGE, MERELY INSPIRED BY ONE!
Date: 1/1/2006, 9:38 pm
Dear Diary,
Today is New Years Day, and it is my resolution this year TO KEEP MY RESOLUTION. So, here it goes… I, Nicholas Stokes, resolve to keep this diary on a regular basis.
Okay, I'll admit, I don't normally keep a journal. In fact, this wasn't even my idea. It was a Christmas present from Sara, and she thought it would be a good way to deal with the stress from… well, the incident. Hell, I don't even know what people write about in a journal! But still, I guess it's better than going to a therapist… God knows I was never comfortable talking about the really personal stuff with "the professionals".
Well, tonight should be interesting… Yeah right. I have to finish up the paper work on last week's case. But maybe it'll be a busy night… In Vegas, you never know.
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Date: 1/2/2006, 8:53 am
Dear Diary,
Remember when I said last night should be interesting? No joke…
Another busy night in Vegas. I'll never understand why people do some of the things they do… Sara and I were assigned to a case with Grissom out in Seven Hills, some teenager found dead behind the community pool house shot twice in the head. The country club owner had called it in. Sara and Grissom did autopsy. I logged in evidence. When I was done, I went to catch the tail end of the autopsy, but what I caught was more than I bargained for.
Apparently, the autopsy had revealed evidence of domestic abuse, which set Sara off, as usual. Grissom was trying to calm her down, intent on preventing another meltdown like last time. But when she tried to break away from his grip, she hit him. For a minute, they both kinda just stood there in shock, then Sara took off running, on the brink of tears.
I couldn't believe what I had just seen. I mean, Sara is a totally nonviolent person… ok, well not totally nonviolent, but she hates using it, and hates it even more when people use it to solve problems. The fact that she actually hit Grissom kinda scared us all, I think. I hope she's gonna be ok.
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Date: 1/3/2006, 9:14 amDear Diary,
Just got back from breakfast with the crew... well, the crew minus Sara. Sara didn't come to work today. I think she's still embarrassed about yesterday. Grissom was worried about her. I could tell when he called us in for updates on our cases. He asked if anyone had seen or heard from her after yesterday's shift… She certainly wasn't herself after the autopsy. But no one had. Of course, Catherine was just pissed about being assigned another dead stripper case, so I doubt she noticed anything that went on yesterday with Sara.
Spent today chasing clues. Checked out the bullets collected from the kid's skull. Bobby D said they were .22 caliber, so I called Brass and asked him to get us a warrant for the kid's home, specifically for firearms. While he was busy at the courthouse (his favorite place to be…), I looked over the kid's clothes. Shirt with the community country club logo and black pants. So, the kid worked at the county club, but my question was why was he there so late at night? I mean, he couldn't've been any older than 14. My guess: I think the country club owner is hiding something…
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Date: 1/5/2006, 10:02 pmDear Diary,
Okay, I only got an hour till work, so this'll have to be quick.
The kid's house didn't give us much. We found a few notes on his bulletin board and some tucked under his mattress that he obviously didn't want the parental units to find. What did give us some interesting information was in the clubhouse itself. We found semen on the desk in the club owner's office. DNA should spit something out.
But anyways, Sara came back last night. Tried to corner her in the locker room, but she didn't want to talk much; just said that she took a well-deserved and much-needed night off. The part that shocked me was that she actually admitted to needing time off… For Sara, that's like admitting that she's human. She kept saying that she's fine, but she has a tendency to say that whether she's fine or not. I'm worried about her.