A/N: Hello! I'm new to the CSI section of Fanfiction so be nice please. I mostly write for Percy Jackson but I've become so obsessed with CSI lately that I had to write something to show my undying devotion for this show. Please review and tell me what you think about it. I'm thinking it'll go in a romantic direction but if that's not what the people want... you can decide. That's all for now! *Peace, love, and Greg*
Disclaimer: Does anyone else realize how stupid disclaimers are? I have yet to find one person that actually owns what they're writing about. Ah well, anyway, no I don't own CSI.
This job requires a tough skin. There's no easy way to tell somebody that their husband, their wife, their child, their friend has died. But after awhile it gets better.
I no longer have to go home and stare at the black television screen, wondering what gruesome sights will await me in a few hours. I don't go home anymore and drink until I don't feel anything. Now I have a system. I have a way to cope.
I don't want to end up like Grissom, staring at his jars of bugs. I don't want to end up like Nick, who has memorized every show the Discovery Channel has ever aired. I don't want to end up like Sara, working to keep the pain away.
No, I have my own very delicate way to cope. I, Greg Sanders, have invented the perfect solution to the nights when you can't sleep because the images of the little boy whose mother beat him to death keep cropping up in your mind no matter how hard you try to block it out. It involves people, not bugs or T.V. or file folders of old cases. But even the best of plans can come crashing down. The world is thrown out of balance as soon as you see someone you know on the ground, enclosed in the cage of yellow crime scene tape. Especially when it's someone you love.
