What would one of my post's be without the long author's note? As a
horticulture major I know something about plants, unfornatly most of
that is based off of Georgia, very different then Nevada. I did my
best to pick appropriate plants, trying to be true here, nothing
better then a well-researched story.
Still Waters part 2
The next day when they drove in together for work, Sara was just
exiting her own vehicle. She hadn't known that Grissom was still
spending so much time with Nick. They did seem to rely on each other
a lot now, though. She wasn't that surprised when Nick was placed
with Grissom on the assignments. She also didn't mean to over hear
their conversation but she couldn't help it.
"So Saint Nick, are you going to pull off a miracle today?"
Nick rolled his eyes, "Grissom" he growled, "aren't you always the
one saying trust the evidence? Well we have plenty, we don't need a
miracle." Grissom clapped him on the shoulder.
"That's the right attitude Nicky."
~Saint Nick huh? This could be fun.~
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It was around midnight when Warrick, Sara and Catherine decided to
take a break and have `lunch'. This was of course when Sara decided
to share what she had heard.
"So what if Grissom and Nick rode into work together? I think the
friendship is good for both of them."
Warrick nodded, "I have to agree with Catherine, Sara. What with
Grissom always smiling, we even get the occasional laugh out of him.
They both seem a lot happier if you ask me."
"Yeah I guess you're right. What I really want to know why he called
him Saint Nick."
"Who me?" They all spun around in their chairs to stare at the man
leaning casually in the doorway. Nick just grinned. "If I tell you
how I got my nickname will you promise not to spread it around?"
The three people were eager to hear this tidbit from Nick's past and
quickly agreed. "Well I got it in high school actually. I was kinda
well-known because of my parents and they had always taught me to be,
well proper, is the only way I think I can describe it. I was well
known for my politeness. All the fathers were happy to have their
daughters date me because they knew I wouldn't try anything. I never
pushed or anything. But the culmination into getting the nick-name
was when I went to this horrid chick -flick 9 *times*." Nick
shuddered. "Oh God, I don't even remember the title, but it was
*bad*. When my girlfriend of 3 months found out how much I hated it
she said that I should be given Saint hood, and it just stuck.
Everyone started calling me Saint Nick, which is way better then what
they called me in grade school." Nick grabbed a sandwich out of the
refrigerator. "I've got to go we're fixing to do a time line based
on the depth of rust." Nick sketched a quick wave.
Grissom walked in almost moments later, "have you guys seen Nick?"
"Yeah he was just in here, grabbing his lunch out of the frig. I
think he was heading down to the lab. Said you were looking at depth
of rust to figure out a timeline."
"Okay, thanks." Grissom was ducking back out when Sara called him in.
"How did you know about Nick's high school nick name?"
"What? Saint Nick? I thought that was his rodeo name. I'll have to
ask him about that." Then Grissom was gone.
The three stared at the empty doorway. "Rodeo? Do you suppose he
was a clown?" Sara Asked.
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"So Randy disappeared 17 months ago and he was killed 17 months ago.
The broken spur is a match to Rattison's old spur. He has a new tool
box on the back of his truck. Not to sound biased, but the evidence
suggests he did it."
"It does way more then just suggests, Nicky. I think we need to go
back to the ranch."
Nick groaned, "I thought you might say that. Sara was asking me
about whether I was a Rodeo clown or something like that; I wonder
where she got that idea?" Grissom just looked innocent, or tried to
anyway; the little smirk at the corners of his lips gave him
away. "Just as I suspected, we go not only to find a murder but for
you to find out embarrassing stories about me! Well I'm on to you
Grissom." Nick punctuated his words by poking Grissom in the chest.
Then they both burst into laughter.
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After testing the bull horns found in the back of Rattison's truck
and finding them positive for blood Brass arrested Rattison and took
him down town. Nick had ridden back with Brass in the front, but for
legal reasons no one could ride in the back with Rattison, so Nick
was going to swing by and pick Gil up once he got back. So that was
how Gil found himself leaning against a sun weathered fence and
chatting with Petey.
"So Nick used to ride in rodes?"
"Yessir. Good ol' Saint Nick, natural born horse person that lad.
When he came through looking for work, I dunno about five years back
I didn't think he'd be of any use. Turned out to be one of the best
horse breakers I've ever seen. Told him I'd hire him if he passed
the interview. He goes, `fair deal. What's the interview?' I told
him ta see what he could do with the herd of horses I had at the
time, I dunno about 30 head herd. Shrugged his shoulders and slid
into the fenced area. It was the damndest thing I ever saw. Walked
right up to the head stallion and grabbed it's face stared it
straight in the eyes and then blew in it's nose." Petey shook his
head with disbelief.
Grissom's brow wrinkled in confusion. "I don't get it, what's so
special about that?"
"Boy son, you really don't know nuthin' `bout horses. He was
establishing dominance over `em. Most people trick `em, or bribe
them with foods, Saint Nick just walked in there and in horse
language said `look here I'm the boss now so do as I say.' `Corse I
hired `im on the spot. Best damn hirin' I've ever made. Sorry ta
see him go. He waz just a' passin' through really."
Nick's car pulled in next to the two, "well speak of the Devil," said
Petey.
Grissom finished, "and there he'll be. It was nice to meet you
Petey," Grissom shakes his hand, "just wish it could've been under
other circumstances."
The ride home was spent in silence, both comfortable enough in the
other's presence to not feel a pressure to talk. Nick spent an hour
outside doing yard work, Grissom remembered how much Nick cared about
his yard back during the incident with Nigel. Nick had been walking
around, pretty much in shock from what had happened when he walked
outside, presumably for some fresh air. Grissom had been on the
porch as well when Nick had come out and so he had witnessed the
scene that had become infamous at CSI headquarters. Nick had been
standing there staring out at nothing when two rookie cops were
complaining off to the side about these bushes with berries on them
and how the berries were getting everywhere. Grissom had watched
amazed as Nick just seemed to wake up and frowned down at the two men
tromping in his front bushes. "What the heck are you two doing?"
The two police men indignant about the berries and some civilian
questioning them, "look you don't know nothing about policing, leave
that to us." "Excuse me boys but the only thing you seem to know how
to do is ruin my blueberry bushes. Now if you want to find the air
vent it's behind the third bush on the back wall." Apparently Nick
had some kind of sixth sense about his yard because Grissom hadn't
even known there were people over in the dividing shrubs until Nick
had called out, "Hey watch my apple trees! And be careful or you'll
get clothe lined!" After that Nick had scurried about making sure
the evidence was collected but also checking to make sure that people
were being careful. It was evident then that Nick put a lot of work
into maintaining his yard, that work had only increased since then.
Grissom decided that if Nick felt better when in control of something
like his yard, that he wasn't going to complain, no matter how weird
Nick could get about it. Besides, when Nick got really hot he'd take
off his shirt.
Nick and Gil were eating cereal and watching the morning news on the
couch when Gil said, "I have an appointment next week to see an
audiologist." Grissom sounded depressed about it.
Nick smiled at him, not in sympathy but in love, "Gil, even if it's
the worst case ever and nothing can be done to fix it and you go
completely deaf, I'll still love you. We'll figure something out for
work." Gil looked away from Nick, unable to meet his eyes, Nick
placed a gentle hand on Gil's cheek and turned Gil's head until they
looked each other in the eye. "The only way deafness can defeat a
person is if they let it. Together we won't let it." Something just
snapped in Gil because suddenly his eyes were overflowing and he was
sobbing into Nick's shoulder. Nick rubbed Gil's back mumbling
nonsense in soothing tones. Eventually the tears tapered off and Gil
looked at Nick, not saying thanks with his voice, but with his eyes.
Nick replied by kissing him.
What Nick had meant as a short thank you kiss had turned into a
ttttthhhhhaaaannnnkkk yyyyyyyyooooooouuuuu kiss. Nick found himself
desperate to touch Gil's skin. Slowly to make his intentions obvious
he untucked Gil's shirt and slipped a hand underneath. He moaned as
Gil breathed lightly into his ear and chuckled into Gil's neck when
Gil bucked into him moaning from when Nick had tweaked his nipple.
Nick unbuttoned Gil's dress shirt for better access to his chest and
grinned around the nipple he had in his mouth when Gil started
babbling non-sense. Gil was just untucking Nick's shirt when the
phone rang startling the two so much they almost banged head
together. Gil reached over and plucked the vibrating phone off the
stand, "Hello?...No. No. I'm sure. No problem." Nick looked
questionally at Gil, "wrong number." Gil sighed and looked at the
clock. No doubt about it, the mood was completely destroyed. Gill
rubbed a hand across his head. "We better get some sleep before our
next shift.
Nick nodded knowingly, "yeah, you're right."
horticulture major I know something about plants, unfornatly most of
that is based off of Georgia, very different then Nevada. I did my
best to pick appropriate plants, trying to be true here, nothing
better then a well-researched story.
Still Waters part 2
The next day when they drove in together for work, Sara was just
exiting her own vehicle. She hadn't known that Grissom was still
spending so much time with Nick. They did seem to rely on each other
a lot now, though. She wasn't that surprised when Nick was placed
with Grissom on the assignments. She also didn't mean to over hear
their conversation but she couldn't help it.
"So Saint Nick, are you going to pull off a miracle today?"
Nick rolled his eyes, "Grissom" he growled, "aren't you always the
one saying trust the evidence? Well we have plenty, we don't need a
miracle." Grissom clapped him on the shoulder.
"That's the right attitude Nicky."
~Saint Nick huh? This could be fun.~
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It was around midnight when Warrick, Sara and Catherine decided to
take a break and have `lunch'. This was of course when Sara decided
to share what she had heard.
"So what if Grissom and Nick rode into work together? I think the
friendship is good for both of them."
Warrick nodded, "I have to agree with Catherine, Sara. What with
Grissom always smiling, we even get the occasional laugh out of him.
They both seem a lot happier if you ask me."
"Yeah I guess you're right. What I really want to know why he called
him Saint Nick."
"Who me?" They all spun around in their chairs to stare at the man
leaning casually in the doorway. Nick just grinned. "If I tell you
how I got my nickname will you promise not to spread it around?"
The three people were eager to hear this tidbit from Nick's past and
quickly agreed. "Well I got it in high school actually. I was kinda
well-known because of my parents and they had always taught me to be,
well proper, is the only way I think I can describe it. I was well
known for my politeness. All the fathers were happy to have their
daughters date me because they knew I wouldn't try anything. I never
pushed or anything. But the culmination into getting the nick-name
was when I went to this horrid chick -flick 9 *times*." Nick
shuddered. "Oh God, I don't even remember the title, but it was
*bad*. When my girlfriend of 3 months found out how much I hated it
she said that I should be given Saint hood, and it just stuck.
Everyone started calling me Saint Nick, which is way better then what
they called me in grade school." Nick grabbed a sandwich out of the
refrigerator. "I've got to go we're fixing to do a time line based
on the depth of rust." Nick sketched a quick wave.
Grissom walked in almost moments later, "have you guys seen Nick?"
"Yeah he was just in here, grabbing his lunch out of the frig. I
think he was heading down to the lab. Said you were looking at depth
of rust to figure out a timeline."
"Okay, thanks." Grissom was ducking back out when Sara called him in.
"How did you know about Nick's high school nick name?"
"What? Saint Nick? I thought that was his rodeo name. I'll have to
ask him about that." Then Grissom was gone.
The three stared at the empty doorway. "Rodeo? Do you suppose he
was a clown?" Sara Asked.
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"So Randy disappeared 17 months ago and he was killed 17 months ago.
The broken spur is a match to Rattison's old spur. He has a new tool
box on the back of his truck. Not to sound biased, but the evidence
suggests he did it."
"It does way more then just suggests, Nicky. I think we need to go
back to the ranch."
Nick groaned, "I thought you might say that. Sara was asking me
about whether I was a Rodeo clown or something like that; I wonder
where she got that idea?" Grissom just looked innocent, or tried to
anyway; the little smirk at the corners of his lips gave him
away. "Just as I suspected, we go not only to find a murder but for
you to find out embarrassing stories about me! Well I'm on to you
Grissom." Nick punctuated his words by poking Grissom in the chest.
Then they both burst into laughter.
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After testing the bull horns found in the back of Rattison's truck
and finding them positive for blood Brass arrested Rattison and took
him down town. Nick had ridden back with Brass in the front, but for
legal reasons no one could ride in the back with Rattison, so Nick
was going to swing by and pick Gil up once he got back. So that was
how Gil found himself leaning against a sun weathered fence and
chatting with Petey.
"So Nick used to ride in rodes?"
"Yessir. Good ol' Saint Nick, natural born horse person that lad.
When he came through looking for work, I dunno about five years back
I didn't think he'd be of any use. Turned out to be one of the best
horse breakers I've ever seen. Told him I'd hire him if he passed
the interview. He goes, `fair deal. What's the interview?' I told
him ta see what he could do with the herd of horses I had at the
time, I dunno about 30 head herd. Shrugged his shoulders and slid
into the fenced area. It was the damndest thing I ever saw. Walked
right up to the head stallion and grabbed it's face stared it
straight in the eyes and then blew in it's nose." Petey shook his
head with disbelief.
Grissom's brow wrinkled in confusion. "I don't get it, what's so
special about that?"
"Boy son, you really don't know nuthin' `bout horses. He was
establishing dominance over `em. Most people trick `em, or bribe
them with foods, Saint Nick just walked in there and in horse
language said `look here I'm the boss now so do as I say.' `Corse I
hired `im on the spot. Best damn hirin' I've ever made. Sorry ta
see him go. He waz just a' passin' through really."
Nick's car pulled in next to the two, "well speak of the Devil," said
Petey.
Grissom finished, "and there he'll be. It was nice to meet you
Petey," Grissom shakes his hand, "just wish it could've been under
other circumstances."
The ride home was spent in silence, both comfortable enough in the
other's presence to not feel a pressure to talk. Nick spent an hour
outside doing yard work, Grissom remembered how much Nick cared about
his yard back during the incident with Nigel. Nick had been walking
around, pretty much in shock from what had happened when he walked
outside, presumably for some fresh air. Grissom had been on the
porch as well when Nick had come out and so he had witnessed the
scene that had become infamous at CSI headquarters. Nick had been
standing there staring out at nothing when two rookie cops were
complaining off to the side about these bushes with berries on them
and how the berries were getting everywhere. Grissom had watched
amazed as Nick just seemed to wake up and frowned down at the two men
tromping in his front bushes. "What the heck are you two doing?"
The two police men indignant about the berries and some civilian
questioning them, "look you don't know nothing about policing, leave
that to us." "Excuse me boys but the only thing you seem to know how
to do is ruin my blueberry bushes. Now if you want to find the air
vent it's behind the third bush on the back wall." Apparently Nick
had some kind of sixth sense about his yard because Grissom hadn't
even known there were people over in the dividing shrubs until Nick
had called out, "Hey watch my apple trees! And be careful or you'll
get clothe lined!" After that Nick had scurried about making sure
the evidence was collected but also checking to make sure that people
were being careful. It was evident then that Nick put a lot of work
into maintaining his yard, that work had only increased since then.
Grissom decided that if Nick felt better when in control of something
like his yard, that he wasn't going to complain, no matter how weird
Nick could get about it. Besides, when Nick got really hot he'd take
off his shirt.
Nick and Gil were eating cereal and watching the morning news on the
couch when Gil said, "I have an appointment next week to see an
audiologist." Grissom sounded depressed about it.
Nick smiled at him, not in sympathy but in love, "Gil, even if it's
the worst case ever and nothing can be done to fix it and you go
completely deaf, I'll still love you. We'll figure something out for
work." Gil looked away from Nick, unable to meet his eyes, Nick
placed a gentle hand on Gil's cheek and turned Gil's head until they
looked each other in the eye. "The only way deafness can defeat a
person is if they let it. Together we won't let it." Something just
snapped in Gil because suddenly his eyes were overflowing and he was
sobbing into Nick's shoulder. Nick rubbed Gil's back mumbling
nonsense in soothing tones. Eventually the tears tapered off and Gil
looked at Nick, not saying thanks with his voice, but with his eyes.
Nick replied by kissing him.
What Nick had meant as a short thank you kiss had turned into a
ttttthhhhhaaaannnnkkk yyyyyyyyooooooouuuuu kiss. Nick found himself
desperate to touch Gil's skin. Slowly to make his intentions obvious
he untucked Gil's shirt and slipped a hand underneath. He moaned as
Gil breathed lightly into his ear and chuckled into Gil's neck when
Gil bucked into him moaning from when Nick had tweaked his nipple.
Nick unbuttoned Gil's dress shirt for better access to his chest and
grinned around the nipple he had in his mouth when Gil started
babbling non-sense. Gil was just untucking Nick's shirt when the
phone rang startling the two so much they almost banged head
together. Gil reached over and plucked the vibrating phone off the
stand, "Hello?...No. No. I'm sure. No problem." Nick looked
questionally at Gil, "wrong number." Gil sighed and looked at the
clock. No doubt about it, the mood was completely destroyed. Gill
rubbed a hand across his head. "We better get some sleep before our
next shift.
Nick nodded knowingly, "yeah, you're right."