Title: With Dreams Untold
Author: Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
Keywords: GSR, fluff, angst, angst and did I mention angst?
Pairing(s): hmm ... let me see ... nope, better read it for yourself :-) You won't believe me anyway ...
Rating: PG (I guess)
Disclaimer: Not mine. 'sigh'
Author's notes: Okay, this story here is odd. And probably (hopefully only) at first quite confusing. Just like me (except for the "at first"-part :-).
With Dreams Untold (1/7)
by Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
~~*~~
He didn't hear the footsteps approach the other side of the door, didn't hear the knocking behind him. One moment he stood with his back to the door, the next everything went black.
~~*~~
When he opened his eyes again he found himself lying face down on the cold floor of the morgue and had the feeling that somebody - somebody with a baseball bat and an attitude - might have mistaken the back of his head with a ball.
It hurt like hell.
He gingerly touched the rapidly forming bump with his hand. 'At least it's not bleeding,' he thought and pushed himself slowly into a sitting position. Hearing somebody open the door behind him he winced when he heard a concerned "Grissom!" that was way too loud for his increasing headache.
"Yes, Nick?" he said and looked up into the worried face that belonged to the younger CSI who had by now walked around his sitting form to face him.
"What happened?"
Grissom thankfully accepted the offered hand and stood up but had to close his eyes again when he was suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness. He lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyes in an attempt to ease the pressure behind them and to clear his gaze.
"Gris?"
When he didn't answer right away, he said: "I'll go and call a doctor."
"No, Nick, it's okay. I'm just a bit dizzy," Grissom tried to calm him down and lowered himself on one of the chairs.
"What happened?" Nick asked again and pulled a flashlight out of his pocket.
"I guess somebody opened the door and I was in the way." He winced when the light shone into his eyes.
"Contraction on both sides seems to be normal. How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three."
"Okay."
He sighed. "I told you I was fine. Really."
"You actually scared me there for a sec. Whoever pushed those doors open without looking first should be arrested - where is this person anyway?"
"I don't know. And to tell the truth, I don't care either. Nothing serious happened."
"Still ..."
"Just leave it alone, Nick."
"Okay. But if I found the person by accident ..."
"Whatever," Grissom said, feeling too tired to keep arguing.
"So, are you finished here?" Nick asked, concern still apparent on his face.
"Finished?" Grissom replied and stood up, now feeling a bit dazed. "Yeah, sure."
"Perhaps you should sit down a bit longer, Gris. You really don't -"
"I'm fine, Nick. Stop mothering me already," he said, the words coming out harsher than he'd wanted them to. Nick took a step back and held out his hands appeasingly.
"Hey, I'm sorry that -"
Grissom closed his eyes and tried to fight another wave of dizziness by taking deep breaths that were supposed to be calming but only seem to increase his by now pounding headache.
"No, *I'm* sorry," he interrupted him. "Yes, I've hit my head but no I don't think I've got a concussion. I'll be fine, Nick, really."
"Sure boss, if you say so," Nick answered, still not completely convinced but at the same time aware that he couldn't force him to do anything he didn't want to. "Just one more thing - please take it slow today. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of one of Sara's death stares, okay?" he said with a grin.
Suddenly Nick seemed to remember something and smacked his hand against his forehead, adding: "Oh man, I actually forgot to tell you why I came here - she's waiting for you at Greg's lab. The test results are in."
Before Grissom could ask him what test results he was referring to, Nick's pager chirped up. He glanced at the small display and cursed softly under his breath. "They need me down at the garage. The car of the hit-and-run suspect has finally arrived." He was already half way through the door when he turned around again and said: "Don't throw anything at me but I still think you should go and see a doctor about that nasty bump at the back of your head."
"If it gets worse I'll do it, Nick. Okay? Now *go*."
Nick grinned. "Okay. Take care, Gris," he said and was gone.
~~*~~
Author: Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
Keywords: GSR, fluff, angst, angst and did I mention angst?
Pairing(s): hmm ... let me see ... nope, better read it for yourself :-) You won't believe me anyway ...
Rating: PG (I guess)
Disclaimer: Not mine. 'sigh'
Author's notes: Okay, this story here is odd. And probably (hopefully only) at first quite confusing. Just like me (except for the "at first"-part :-).
With Dreams Untold (1/7)
by Eve (little_grey_woman42@yahoo.de)
~~*~~
He didn't hear the footsteps approach the other side of the door, didn't hear the knocking behind him. One moment he stood with his back to the door, the next everything went black.
~~*~~
When he opened his eyes again he found himself lying face down on the cold floor of the morgue and had the feeling that somebody - somebody with a baseball bat and an attitude - might have mistaken the back of his head with a ball.
It hurt like hell.
He gingerly touched the rapidly forming bump with his hand. 'At least it's not bleeding,' he thought and pushed himself slowly into a sitting position. Hearing somebody open the door behind him he winced when he heard a concerned "Grissom!" that was way too loud for his increasing headache.
"Yes, Nick?" he said and looked up into the worried face that belonged to the younger CSI who had by now walked around his sitting form to face him.
"What happened?"
Grissom thankfully accepted the offered hand and stood up but had to close his eyes again when he was suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness. He lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyes in an attempt to ease the pressure behind them and to clear his gaze.
"Gris?"
When he didn't answer right away, he said: "I'll go and call a doctor."
"No, Nick, it's okay. I'm just a bit dizzy," Grissom tried to calm him down and lowered himself on one of the chairs.
"What happened?" Nick asked again and pulled a flashlight out of his pocket.
"I guess somebody opened the door and I was in the way." He winced when the light shone into his eyes.
"Contraction on both sides seems to be normal. How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three."
"Okay."
He sighed. "I told you I was fine. Really."
"You actually scared me there for a sec. Whoever pushed those doors open without looking first should be arrested - where is this person anyway?"
"I don't know. And to tell the truth, I don't care either. Nothing serious happened."
"Still ..."
"Just leave it alone, Nick."
"Okay. But if I found the person by accident ..."
"Whatever," Grissom said, feeling too tired to keep arguing.
"So, are you finished here?" Nick asked, concern still apparent on his face.
"Finished?" Grissom replied and stood up, now feeling a bit dazed. "Yeah, sure."
"Perhaps you should sit down a bit longer, Gris. You really don't -"
"I'm fine, Nick. Stop mothering me already," he said, the words coming out harsher than he'd wanted them to. Nick took a step back and held out his hands appeasingly.
"Hey, I'm sorry that -"
Grissom closed his eyes and tried to fight another wave of dizziness by taking deep breaths that were supposed to be calming but only seem to increase his by now pounding headache.
"No, *I'm* sorry," he interrupted him. "Yes, I've hit my head but no I don't think I've got a concussion. I'll be fine, Nick, really."
"Sure boss, if you say so," Nick answered, still not completely convinced but at the same time aware that he couldn't force him to do anything he didn't want to. "Just one more thing - please take it slow today. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of one of Sara's death stares, okay?" he said with a grin.
Suddenly Nick seemed to remember something and smacked his hand against his forehead, adding: "Oh man, I actually forgot to tell you why I came here - she's waiting for you at Greg's lab. The test results are in."
Before Grissom could ask him what test results he was referring to, Nick's pager chirped up. He glanced at the small display and cursed softly under his breath. "They need me down at the garage. The car of the hit-and-run suspect has finally arrived." He was already half way through the door when he turned around again and said: "Don't throw anything at me but I still think you should go and see a doctor about that nasty bump at the back of your head."
"If it gets worse I'll do it, Nick. Okay? Now *go*."
Nick grinned. "Okay. Take care, Gris," he said and was gone.
~~*~~