Author: Nicksfriend
Rating:k
Spoilers: Grave Danger
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me...that is for sure.
Author's note:This is my first CSI fic. Please be gentle.
I promised several weeks ago when I finished this story that I would tell why I wrote it and what started me writing fanfiction. That time has come and it does make me sad and happy all at the same time.
I am a nurse and I was recently attacked by a patient at the hospital, I was out of work for all these months,only recently have I been able to return. This was my outlet,my solace and the kind words for each of you who chose to respond to this story and the others I wrote helped in my healing.
Everybody has their story, mine played out here, the pain and hurt I felt I gave these feeling to my characters and I wrote.
Brass still had my sense of humor,Catherine my mother sense, Grissom was my ability to look at things from outside the box, to see the world as it really is and not what I wanted it to be all these years. Gregg was my shy side,afraid to be heard at times for fear of being wrong. Sara was the sadness that I felt and the pain that I had inside. And poor Nick, he was me. I allowed Nick to experience pain I would not allow myself in real life,boy he got beat up a lot but he took it well and he survived.
This has been my healing place and will continue to be my healing place. I love the friendships that I have established here and I love the people. I found out that I love to write and that I do have a passion for CSI,It rocks!
Thank you for your loyalty to the story and for all the great support that I have felt through this story.
Like I said, we all have our story,mine is a story of pain and survival...thank you!
The story ends:
Nick made it to an empty seat and fastened the belt around his lap, the plane seemed to be having difficulty correcting itself, a look of terror on the faces of those around him.
When one is close to death they say you have a flashback experience,everything flashes before your eyes. The good and the bad things in life are there in 3-D. That is how it was as Nick could see his life clearly, the good and the bad experiences of his life.
As he clung to the seat the world seemed to stop and he looked at what he had been given, abuse to the extreme but he was also give the ability to overcome even the worse events.
The little lady was right, we are all in God's hands and if we look at life as she does then we would know that our lives could be snuffed out in a moment. And here he was clinging to the arm of a plane seat for all he was worth and he knew that this small simple act was giving him some small form of hope.
The seat could not save him but his trust in God could,God was in control,not the pilot,not him, but it was like the little old lady had said, God could save them.
He thought if he made it, would he make big promises to God, like going to church on Sunday or living a better life but it suddenly hit him, God would only want him to live the best life possible and that included forgiveness and moving forward and not looking back.
The intercom came to life with the pilot giving instructions for everybody to fasten their seat and to stay seated,the plane was in trouble but they were attempting to fix the problem.
The worst situation in his life suddenly became menescule and he didn't want to run anymore,he knew what he had to do, if he made it off the plane. He need to face his problems,not run from them.
The pilot returned to speaking and announced that they would be landing back in Vegas, they had lost an engine. The plane continued to rock and toss the passengers around. Nick let go, the tight grip he had on the seat released,he knew that he was in God's hands,whatever happened, well it was meant to be,he accepted whatever the outcome because he had come to peace with what he had been unable to accept all this time,he was not in control,God was in control.
Nick watched as some of the people around him bowed their heads in prayer,feeling that it was the right thing to do he bowed his and asked that God would be with them and give them a safe landing.
Suddenly the plane's landing gear hit pavement and the plane came to a complete stop,the people still panicked, stood immediately even as they were being instructed to sit down and stay calm.
The plane's emergency exit was opened and a set of stairs were placed outside to allow the passengers to exit the plane safely, Nick stayed behind, knowing that the little old lady might need assistance;as he undid his belt he made his way to her seat,she was sitting very still, her eyes closed as if she were taking a nap.
Nick placed his fingers to her neck and found no pulse,she was dead. He signaled for the flight attendant and suddenly things were happening to attempt to save her but it was too late, the little lady was dead, her time had come to meet God.
Nick could not help but to look at her with a sense of sadness, even though he knew that she was fine. He stood and walked down the stairs and back to the entrance of the airport where he spotted Grissom and Brass standing,waiting for the plane to land.
"Nick, are you okay?" Grissom asked as Nick approached,the concern written all over his face for his friend.
"Actually, I'm better than I've been in a long time." Giving them a smile. "I'm ready to go home."
Brass grinned and shook his head,"Well, home is a crime scene but your welcome to stay at my place."
Nick nodded, he was fine with wherever they took him he just needed to speak to his father first.
Dr Kasey stood in the background and watched as Nick greeted his friends,he knew what he would tell the Judge, that Nick Stokes was fine, he just needed time to heal.
Possibly one last chapter to finish up a few details. Thank you for reading.