I said that I'd had an idea for another Nick story. This is going to be a
sad one again! Anyway I hope this piece of writing is more successful than
my last few. Please I beg of you R&R it makes my world, which depends on
other peoples approval, a much nicer place. It's written a tad oddly, some
chapters are third person but some are from Nick's point of view. Sorry if
this causes confusion. Chapter one.
He was lying in the darkness of his bedroom, solitude filling every nook and cranny. His alarm clock disturbed his slumber and he reluctantly reached out from under his warm covers. He groaned once his eyes had focused on the time and threw himself over, trying to ignore the nagging voice inside him saying that it was time to get up for work. He gave up eventually and 10 minutes later he rustled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.
His tousled hair made him smile, and he rubbed the sleep out of his weary eyes. He let out another discontented yawn as he stripped down and got into the shower. He relished the warmth it provided him on this cold November evening and tried to get his mind into gear for the night shift ahead. He grudgingly stepped out of the shower once he'd finished and scrambled quickly into his bedroom for clothes.
He looked in the mirror and smiled to himself. Yes he'd just made it. He was going to be on time. He rushed over to his kit, shining with the little light from the corner of the room. He mentally did a checklist to see if he'd remembered everything and satisfied with the fact he had, he darted down the stairs. Grabbing his keys off the breakfast bar he dashed to the front door.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. He fought the urge to answer it, and reasoned that the machine could pick it up, after all that's what it was there for. He shut the door and locked it whilst listening to the annoyingly high-pitched telephone ring. He moved away from the door and swiftly stepped inside his SUV. He momentarily regretted not picking up the phone, what if it was important? It was probably just his mother again. All she did was phone him to nag him these days. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and started the ignition.
The radio blasted to life along with the ignition and after a while of annoying pop songs with no real soul to them he found the country radio station. People talked and talked until eventually a familiar chord registered in his head.
"Hey maybe I'll dye my hair Maybe I'll move somewhere Maybe I'll get a car, Maybe I'll drive so far, That I'll lose track,"
He was in two minds whether to switch it off or not. He decided to leave it. It's the memories he hated, not the song itself. He'd listened to it so many times over the years. The tune was absorbed into his thoughts and he regretted leaving it on, for once he'd arrived at work if couldn't stop humming the haunting melody. At least he was on time. Grissom would have a fit if he were late again. It was just that time of the year when he didn't feel like moving. He just wanted to curl up into a tight ball and pretend that it had never happened. Maybe just maybe if he tried hard enough he could turn back time.
Lost in thought, he jumped when Catherine shouted his name down the hallway. He silently geared himself up and pasted a smile onto his face.
"Hi Catherine,"
"Hey Nick, You ok?"
"Yeah why'd you ask?"
"No reason, you look like hell."
Nick smiled. Catherine always had been straight to the point. "You look nice too,"
"No seriously I mean it Nick. You've been . distant lately, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing!"
"Ok you just proved my point there Nick."
He sighed. H wasn't going to win this argument. It was just a case of damage limitation.
"Nick don't roll your eyes at me,"
"Yes mom,"
"Nick. I'm your friend I know when something's up. We're going for coffee after shift and you can tell me then."
"I'm busy after shift Catherine."
"Fine then. We'll go now."
"We can't."
"Yes we can. I told Grissom we had a few loose ends on the Casey file to finish up." She smiled at him with a look of pure triumph, as he sighed and smiled reluctantly at the red head. Her smiles were infectious no matter how badly he was feeling right now he just couldn't fight it.
She placed her arm into the crook of his own and he turned and said, "The coffee house my lady?"
"Of course kind sir."
The reached the coffee house across the street in minutes and after ordering and finding a comfortable booth away from eavesdroppers Catherine began her interrogation again.
"Come on Nick, I paid for the coffee now it's your turn to provide the subject matter."
He huffed out a small laugh. "I don't know where to start exactly."
"The beginning usually works for me."
"Fine then. My mom she keeps nagging me to go home for Christmas."
"And you don't want to?"
"No,"
"Why not?"
"It's a long story."
"Hence why brought you out."
"I just don't like staying over, it's not home to me anymore. It hasn't been for a long time."
"But why?"
"I don't mind going for the day and then staying at my brothers house it's just."
He fell silent and realisation suddenly hit Catherine. She knew exactly what was wrong with him. He was.
Ha ha ha I haven't had a cliffhanger in a while. Please for the love of all things sacred R&R because I really like the idea of this story I just need to know if you, the public, do. Feedback, reviews etc all appreciated. Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX
He was lying in the darkness of his bedroom, solitude filling every nook and cranny. His alarm clock disturbed his slumber and he reluctantly reached out from under his warm covers. He groaned once his eyes had focused on the time and threw himself over, trying to ignore the nagging voice inside him saying that it was time to get up for work. He gave up eventually and 10 minutes later he rustled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.
His tousled hair made him smile, and he rubbed the sleep out of his weary eyes. He let out another discontented yawn as he stripped down and got into the shower. He relished the warmth it provided him on this cold November evening and tried to get his mind into gear for the night shift ahead. He grudgingly stepped out of the shower once he'd finished and scrambled quickly into his bedroom for clothes.
He looked in the mirror and smiled to himself. Yes he'd just made it. He was going to be on time. He rushed over to his kit, shining with the little light from the corner of the room. He mentally did a checklist to see if he'd remembered everything and satisfied with the fact he had, he darted down the stairs. Grabbing his keys off the breakfast bar he dashed to the front door.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. He fought the urge to answer it, and reasoned that the machine could pick it up, after all that's what it was there for. He shut the door and locked it whilst listening to the annoyingly high-pitched telephone ring. He moved away from the door and swiftly stepped inside his SUV. He momentarily regretted not picking up the phone, what if it was important? It was probably just his mother again. All she did was phone him to nag him these days. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and started the ignition.
The radio blasted to life along with the ignition and after a while of annoying pop songs with no real soul to them he found the country radio station. People talked and talked until eventually a familiar chord registered in his head.
"Hey maybe I'll dye my hair Maybe I'll move somewhere Maybe I'll get a car, Maybe I'll drive so far, That I'll lose track,"
He was in two minds whether to switch it off or not. He decided to leave it. It's the memories he hated, not the song itself. He'd listened to it so many times over the years. The tune was absorbed into his thoughts and he regretted leaving it on, for once he'd arrived at work if couldn't stop humming the haunting melody. At least he was on time. Grissom would have a fit if he were late again. It was just that time of the year when he didn't feel like moving. He just wanted to curl up into a tight ball and pretend that it had never happened. Maybe just maybe if he tried hard enough he could turn back time.
Lost in thought, he jumped when Catherine shouted his name down the hallway. He silently geared himself up and pasted a smile onto his face.
"Hi Catherine,"
"Hey Nick, You ok?"
"Yeah why'd you ask?"
"No reason, you look like hell."
Nick smiled. Catherine always had been straight to the point. "You look nice too,"
"No seriously I mean it Nick. You've been . distant lately, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing!"
"Ok you just proved my point there Nick."
He sighed. H wasn't going to win this argument. It was just a case of damage limitation.
"Nick don't roll your eyes at me,"
"Yes mom,"
"Nick. I'm your friend I know when something's up. We're going for coffee after shift and you can tell me then."
"I'm busy after shift Catherine."
"Fine then. We'll go now."
"We can't."
"Yes we can. I told Grissom we had a few loose ends on the Casey file to finish up." She smiled at him with a look of pure triumph, as he sighed and smiled reluctantly at the red head. Her smiles were infectious no matter how badly he was feeling right now he just couldn't fight it.
She placed her arm into the crook of his own and he turned and said, "The coffee house my lady?"
"Of course kind sir."
The reached the coffee house across the street in minutes and after ordering and finding a comfortable booth away from eavesdroppers Catherine began her interrogation again.
"Come on Nick, I paid for the coffee now it's your turn to provide the subject matter."
He huffed out a small laugh. "I don't know where to start exactly."
"The beginning usually works for me."
"Fine then. My mom she keeps nagging me to go home for Christmas."
"And you don't want to?"
"No,"
"Why not?"
"It's a long story."
"Hence why brought you out."
"I just don't like staying over, it's not home to me anymore. It hasn't been for a long time."
"But why?"
"I don't mind going for the day and then staying at my brothers house it's just."
He fell silent and realisation suddenly hit Catherine. She knew exactly what was wrong with him. He was.
Ha ha ha I haven't had a cliffhanger in a while. Please for the love of all things sacred R&R because I really like the idea of this story I just need to know if you, the public, do. Feedback, reviews etc all appreciated. Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX