Rated PG
Disclaimer: This is based on CSI, which is owned by CBS, A. Zuiker, and Atlantic/Alliance, et al. I don't make any profit or make any money from this. No infringement is intended. This is just for fun.
Synopsis: An 'alternative' view of one of Grissom's interpersonal relationships. It's getting stranger by the minute.....
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7- Over Someone's Grave
The nurses station was empty. Gillian cast an anxious glance around her. Hospitals usually didn't bother her. But tonight every child's worst fear hounded her like a phantom menace. If she could find her father and see that he was okay, she would be fine.
A young red-head in dark, evergreen scrubs walked up to her. "Can I help you?"
Gillian bit her lip. "Dr. Casey sent me up here."
The nurse raised an eyebrow. "Gillian Grissom?"
Gillian nodded.
She smiled at Gillian. "Right this way, your father is one of my patients."
The small room was filled with muted blinking lights. In
the shaft of light from the hallway, Grissom looked pallid and insubstantial,
ghostly. Gillian grasped his hand, an involuntary shudder
ran down her spine at its frosty lifelessness.
The nurse patted her shoulder. "He'll be just fine. He isn't expected to regain consciousness for several hours, but you are
welcome to sit with him if you like.
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Greg stepped off the elevator. He was uncomfortable here;
but he felt obligated to see Grissom. It was all the night shift
technicians had talked about; Grissom had suddenly fallen unconscious at
a crime scene. The other investigators hadn't said much about the
incident. The rumors buzzed as speculation ranged from the wild to
the outrageous. Greg had kept his own theories private. It
was too much like walking over someone's grave.
So here he was. Although Grissom tended to be abrupt, he was, by far, the best supervisor to work with; even when Greg was at the receiving end of Grissom's acerbic admonitions or caustic looks. Despite Grissom's reputation for being a hardass, Greg knew Grissom looked out for the best interests of his team.
Greg was startled out of his thoughts by a near collision with a petite blonde treading wearily down the corridor.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled. "Gigi?"
Greg stared at her. She looked wrung out. Dark circles crowded her red rimmed eyes. She looked as if she had spent the entire night weeping instead of resting.
"Oh. Hi, Greg." Her voice dragged like her tired feet, but she gave him a wan smile.
"Are you okay?" Greg asked with sincere concern. That was his weakness, a girl in trouble, more often than not it ended badly and he always paid a hefty price. But despite the end results, he couldn't refuse to help.
"I'm fine. I was here all night with my father."
"Your father is here? Is he okay? Nothing serious, I hope."
Greg's concern was endearing. Gillian's smile intensified. "Yes, I just spoke to the doctor. He said it was anaphylactic shock and he hit his head when he fell."
Greg returned her enigmatic smile. "Going home to get some sleep?"
Gillian shook her head, her knees weak. "No, I have finals in an hour. I'd better go. See ya later."
"I hope so." whispered Greg as he watched her retreat down the hall towards the elevator.
Greg found Grissom's room. Grissom was still sleeping. It was weird to see him like this. A sudden doubt gripped Greg's stomach. What was he doing here? Absently, he picked up Grissom's coat from the chair, hanging it over the back. He sank into the soft seat and rubbed his temples.
"I have been up too long." Greg murmured to himself, aloud. "I swear I can still smell Gigi's perfume."
Greg looked up at Grissom. "Hey, boss, hurry up and recover. I don't want to have to work with Ecklie." He rose from the chair,
his conscience pacified. "Later, Grissom."
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Dr. Harding handed Gillian a piece of paper.
"What's this?" she asked looking at it nonplused.
"Your summer intern assignment." He inspected her with detachment. "I suggest you get to the lab and introduce yourself before Monday when you are scheduled to start."
Gillian wilted. "Is there anyway to postpone this? It's not a good time for me."
Dr. Harding cocked an eyebrow at her. "Before I answer
your question, allow me to pose one of my own. If I were your supervisor
and this was a case, would you still ask to postpone?"