Gil Grissom
He sat on his couch reading up on the mating rituals of the Australian Bird Eating Spider. Fascinating.
Sleep was a fantasy he had given up on that day. After lying in bed for several hours, his mind never stopping, he gave in to the inevitable. A day of sleeplessness before a new shift that night. That was OK, he had gone without sleep before. So had the rest of the team, he was sure.
He couldn't help but reflect on his team. They were good, damn good, and he was proud of every last one of them. He knows they would be in shock if they even suspected he thought fondly of them. Hell, they would be shocked if they found out he just thought of them full stop. But he did. On days like this he reflected on his team and how they had bonded and matured over the years.
He had worked with Catherine the longest. He had been Lead CSI and she was hired as a trainee. A rooky if you will. He was given the onerous task of making this once stripper into an A1 CSI. He didn't hold out much hope, but she surprised him. She had been determined to do well and threw herself into the process. She had made CSI2 in record time.
And their friendship had grown stronger on her trip from CSI2 to CSI3. Now she was his best friend... well his only friend really. But that was OK. Friends and family were never that important to him. He had been surprised that Catherine had not applied for the Lead CSI position this year. She had told him that she spent too much time away from Lindsay now. Lead meant more hours and she just couldn't do that to Linds.
That line of thinking bought him inevitably to the two who were going for lead. Nick Stokes and Sara Sidle.
He couldn't help but feel proud of these two. Especially Nick. He remembered the interview he and Jim Brass had with this young Texas man. He had flown in from Dallas just for this two hour interview. He had shown a spark that Grissom liked. He was polite and courteous, knew his techniques and had book smarts but lacked confidence in himself.
But Grissom could tell he had a lot of potential. Therefore, when Brass said he wanted to hire another candidate, Gil fought for Nick Stokes. Brass's reservations had been more about Nick's family than Nick himself. Son of a Supreme Court Judge with more lawyers in his family than pass the Nevada Bar last year, no way. That was just asking for trouble. Grissom disagreed. That was the spark he had seen. The need to get out from under his family. The need to make a mark for himself. So they hired him. Two weeks later he was living in Las Vegas.
That was when he gained confidence as well. Knowing everything he did wasn't being filtered back to his family gave Nick enough confidence to push himself, allow himself to stumble a little. But he always picked himself up and brushed himself off and kept going. He knew he had made the right decision recommending Nick for the Lead position.
The other candidate though was another kettle of fish altogether. Sara Sidle, his number one student. His protégé if you will. His butterfly. He always got a sinking feeling when he thought of Sara. He had feelings for her. He could no longer deny that. But his dept of feelings did not equate to hers for him. Yes he was attracted to her, yes he was fond of her in a way that exceed that of a work colleague, but love? He didn't think so.
He knew Sara wanted more out of their relationship but he just didn't know if he had more to give.
Besides, Gil wasn't right for her. She needed someone else. Something else. Neither of them had outside interests other than work (except of his bugs of course but they hardly lead to a life of fulfillment). Together they could become worse. With each one pushing the other it could border on compulsive. No, Sara definitely needed someone else. He had always been expecting that she and Nick would form a relationship. Now he would be good for her. Get her mind off work. Show here there is more to life than work. He keeps her smiling at work.
Or Warrick. Warrick would be better for her than Gil Grissom.
But Warrick had problems of his own. Living with addiction was hard but he was doing it. And Gil was proud of him. It had been a blow to Gil to discover Warrick's problem. Warrick should have been fired after Holly Gribbs died. No doubt about it. Anyone else and they would have been. But Gil didn't fire him and he had taken a lot of flack from the powers that be over that decision. Not to mention suffering thought a little resentment from the other CSI's. But he just wasn't ready to give up on Warrick just then. He was good at his job. Damn good. And it was just so hard to find workers of his caliber. Gil was lucky to have found him. And three others just as good.
Eckley always referred to his team as the A Team but Gil and the rest of the LVPD knew better. Graveyard shift was exceptional.
He sat on his couch reading up on the mating rituals of the Australian Bird Eating Spider. Fascinating.
Sleep was a fantasy he had given up on that day. After lying in bed for several hours, his mind never stopping, he gave in to the inevitable. A day of sleeplessness before a new shift that night. That was OK, he had gone without sleep before. So had the rest of the team, he was sure.
He couldn't help but reflect on his team. They were good, damn good, and he was proud of every last one of them. He knows they would be in shock if they even suspected he thought fondly of them. Hell, they would be shocked if they found out he just thought of them full stop. But he did. On days like this he reflected on his team and how they had bonded and matured over the years.
He had worked with Catherine the longest. He had been Lead CSI and she was hired as a trainee. A rooky if you will. He was given the onerous task of making this once stripper into an A1 CSI. He didn't hold out much hope, but she surprised him. She had been determined to do well and threw herself into the process. She had made CSI2 in record time.
And their friendship had grown stronger on her trip from CSI2 to CSI3. Now she was his best friend... well his only friend really. But that was OK. Friends and family were never that important to him. He had been surprised that Catherine had not applied for the Lead CSI position this year. She had told him that she spent too much time away from Lindsay now. Lead meant more hours and she just couldn't do that to Linds.
That line of thinking bought him inevitably to the two who were going for lead. Nick Stokes and Sara Sidle.
He couldn't help but feel proud of these two. Especially Nick. He remembered the interview he and Jim Brass had with this young Texas man. He had flown in from Dallas just for this two hour interview. He had shown a spark that Grissom liked. He was polite and courteous, knew his techniques and had book smarts but lacked confidence in himself.
But Grissom could tell he had a lot of potential. Therefore, when Brass said he wanted to hire another candidate, Gil fought for Nick Stokes. Brass's reservations had been more about Nick's family than Nick himself. Son of a Supreme Court Judge with more lawyers in his family than pass the Nevada Bar last year, no way. That was just asking for trouble. Grissom disagreed. That was the spark he had seen. The need to get out from under his family. The need to make a mark for himself. So they hired him. Two weeks later he was living in Las Vegas.
That was when he gained confidence as well. Knowing everything he did wasn't being filtered back to his family gave Nick enough confidence to push himself, allow himself to stumble a little. But he always picked himself up and brushed himself off and kept going. He knew he had made the right decision recommending Nick for the Lead position.
The other candidate though was another kettle of fish altogether. Sara Sidle, his number one student. His protégé if you will. His butterfly. He always got a sinking feeling when he thought of Sara. He had feelings for her. He could no longer deny that. But his dept of feelings did not equate to hers for him. Yes he was attracted to her, yes he was fond of her in a way that exceed that of a work colleague, but love? He didn't think so.
He knew Sara wanted more out of their relationship but he just didn't know if he had more to give.
Besides, Gil wasn't right for her. She needed someone else. Something else. Neither of them had outside interests other than work (except of his bugs of course but they hardly lead to a life of fulfillment). Together they could become worse. With each one pushing the other it could border on compulsive. No, Sara definitely needed someone else. He had always been expecting that she and Nick would form a relationship. Now he would be good for her. Get her mind off work. Show here there is more to life than work. He keeps her smiling at work.
Or Warrick. Warrick would be better for her than Gil Grissom.
But Warrick had problems of his own. Living with addiction was hard but he was doing it. And Gil was proud of him. It had been a blow to Gil to discover Warrick's problem. Warrick should have been fired after Holly Gribbs died. No doubt about it. Anyone else and they would have been. But Gil didn't fire him and he had taken a lot of flack from the powers that be over that decision. Not to mention suffering thought a little resentment from the other CSI's. But he just wasn't ready to give up on Warrick just then. He was good at his job. Damn good. And it was just so hard to find workers of his caliber. Gil was lucky to have found him. And three others just as good.
Eckley always referred to his team as the A Team but Gil and the rest of the LVPD knew better. Graveyard shift was exceptional.