Title: On a Bed of Angels
Author: A. Beautiful. Disaster
Rating: PG.-13 to R
Summary: Summary: How can such a cruel thing happen to the most undeserving? A man so sensitive, a man so sweet and gentle How can someone have such a beautiful thing taken from him? A nick piece
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em
Author's Notes:
Ah! Guys I'm so sorry I haven't updated sooner. I've been so busy lately and my writers block still hasn't really left me. But here it is chapter seven of On a Bed of Angels.
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Nick was falling apart. He watched in silence as his sister-in-law crumbled under the weight of tears. The woman was picked up off the floor by Christopher Stokes who held her and stroked her long red hair. Nick watched as tears fell from his brother's eyes and traveled their way down his cheeks. He was falling apart.
"You will find her Nick." Rachel Stokes pleaded between her sobs. Her small frame shook with every intake of breath and Nick was sure she was going to shatter. Crumble like sand. With a shaky hand she wiped away the golden strands that blocked her vision.
"You have to find her Nick." She whispered her voice husky from crying "You have to."
Nick couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He opened his mouth to speak but he could not find his voice. He watched as the light danced off his brother's glassy eyes. Christopher Stokes never cried. When Christopher was seven he had fallen from a tree and dislocated his shoulder. He didn't cry. Not a single tear fell from his eyes that day, even though Nicky knew of the exquisite pain he was going through. But, this pain was different, a hundred times more unbearable than physical pain. His daughter was gone, and Nick knew that Christopher's heart had been ripped for his chest. It was hard for him to watch the tears fall from his older brother's eyes. It was so hard for him to watch his sister -in-law falling apart. It was so hard, yet he couldn't look away.
"I-I will." He chocked out of his swollen throat. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, and he couldn't tell them his greatest fear. He would never find Lily. He would fail her. Yet he lied to them and tried to lie to himself. He'll find her safe and sound. But that doubting thought creped into his mind and would not leave. What if Lily was already dead?
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"Sara, you okay?"
Sara's body stiffened at the sound of his calm voice. She watched as a tear fell on to the glass frame that protected the smiling photograph of the young girl and her uncle. Taking a deep breath into her lungs, Sara placed the photograph back down on the table.
"I'm fine." Her voice cracked a little and she winced, her gaze traveling to the floor. She sniffed and wiped away her tears. She heard him sigh and she knew what he was thinking.
"Sara?" His voice was soothing and she could almost feel his arm on her skin. She turned around, never meeting his gaze and pushed past him.
"I'm fine Grissom." She assured him, as she walked out of the door and never looked back as she entered the hall, and rushed down the stairs. Catherine and Warrick glanced up from their conversation in the hall near the door and watched as Sara, red eyed and determined, rush past them. Catherine opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the door slamming. With a look of sympathy, Cath turned to Warrick who could nothing but shrug sadly.
Their eyes traveled up the stairs to Grissom, who stood near the top, leaning ever so slightly against the wall. Rubbing his tired eyes, he fixed his gaze on Catherine and Warrick and sighed.
"Anyone else want to walk out?"
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The sky was a swirl of pink and orange and Nick swore he could taste the sunrise, as he left the home of his brother and sister-in-law. He fished his keys from his pockets and unlocked the door to his tahoe. He draped his arm across the car door and glanced at the house before him. He watched as his brother held his wife to his chest and watched Nick from the door way. Nick couldn't read the grim expression on his brother's face but the coolness etched on his features chilled Nick to the bone. He blamed him, Nick knew that much.
With a heavy sigh, he dropped into his tahoe and leaned back against set. He closed his eyes, and only then realized how exhausted he really was. A dull pain throbbed in his head, just behind his eyes and the stiffness in his limbs was a little more than uncomfortable. Slowly his heavy eyes opened and the car roared to life. With one glance at the house and his brother cold eyes, he pulled out of the drive way quickly and sped off into the morning.
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Sara breathed in the warm morning air as she walked down Nick's step. She blinked away the remaining tears from her vision and massaged the bridge of her nose. What sort of sick bastard would take Nick's niece? She tried to calm herself, tried to tell herself that she had seen this before, it wasn't new. But the way it had affected Nick, made it that much worse. Sara took a shaky step towards her tahoe, pulling out her sun glass from her pocket to shield her eyes against the bright sun. She cursed it for its brightness. As far a she was concerned the day should be as dark as they all felt.
She reached her tahoe, opened its door and hopped inside. Jabbing the keys angrily into the ignition, Sara reached over and turned the black knob on her radio and the car was rocked with a steady blast off music over the speakers. With her head turned away from the car window, Sara didn't hear anyone approach and jumped when she felt a warm hand on her skin. She wiped around to see Grissom and she cursed herself for not rolling up her window.
With one last glance at his wincing features she reached over and flicked the music off. With an uneasy sigh she turned to him.
"I didn't hear you coming." Her voice sounded alien to her ears and she wondered briefly if she was the one who had uttered those words.
"No wonder, Sara." He told her motioning to her stereo. She merely shrugged and flexed her hands before gripping them on the steering wheel. The silence was uncomfortable between them and Sara had the urge to drive off. But, despite every muscle in her body wanting to do so, she kept her ground.
"Sara, are you alright."
She nearly laughed at him. He sounded like such a broken record. She turned to him and met his concerned gaze, before lying flat to his face.
"I'm fine."
"Then come back inside."
Sara paused for a moment, as her eyes flicked around the enterer of her car, looking for something to fix her gaze on. She found nothing and finally gave up. She sighed but didn't move.
"Sara," He gently pressed on, "We need you in there. If we are going to find Lily, we are going to need everybody that we can get."
Sara fingers flickered over her keys before she turned the engine off. Grissom step back silently to allow Sara to open the door. Stepping out onto the pavement, Sara noticed her legs were shaking but she stood as straight and as tall as she could. She looked strong and she was satisfied with it, even though she didn't feel strong at all. She cleared her throat before following Grissom back to the house. She wouldn't fail this girl.
Author: A. Beautiful. Disaster
Rating: PG.-13 to R
Summary: Summary: How can such a cruel thing happen to the most undeserving? A man so sensitive, a man so sweet and gentle How can someone have such a beautiful thing taken from him? A nick piece
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em
Author's Notes:
Ah! Guys I'm so sorry I haven't updated sooner. I've been so busy lately and my writers block still hasn't really left me. But here it is chapter seven of On a Bed of Angels.
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Nick was falling apart. He watched in silence as his sister-in-law crumbled under the weight of tears. The woman was picked up off the floor by Christopher Stokes who held her and stroked her long red hair. Nick watched as tears fell from his brother's eyes and traveled their way down his cheeks. He was falling apart.
"You will find her Nick." Rachel Stokes pleaded between her sobs. Her small frame shook with every intake of breath and Nick was sure she was going to shatter. Crumble like sand. With a shaky hand she wiped away the golden strands that blocked her vision.
"You have to find her Nick." She whispered her voice husky from crying "You have to."
Nick couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He opened his mouth to speak but he could not find his voice. He watched as the light danced off his brother's glassy eyes. Christopher Stokes never cried. When Christopher was seven he had fallen from a tree and dislocated his shoulder. He didn't cry. Not a single tear fell from his eyes that day, even though Nicky knew of the exquisite pain he was going through. But, this pain was different, a hundred times more unbearable than physical pain. His daughter was gone, and Nick knew that Christopher's heart had been ripped for his chest. It was hard for him to watch the tears fall from his older brother's eyes. It was so hard for him to watch his sister -in-law falling apart. It was so hard, yet he couldn't look away.
"I-I will." He chocked out of his swollen throat. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, and he couldn't tell them his greatest fear. He would never find Lily. He would fail her. Yet he lied to them and tried to lie to himself. He'll find her safe and sound. But that doubting thought creped into his mind and would not leave. What if Lily was already dead?
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"Sara, you okay?"
Sara's body stiffened at the sound of his calm voice. She watched as a tear fell on to the glass frame that protected the smiling photograph of the young girl and her uncle. Taking a deep breath into her lungs, Sara placed the photograph back down on the table.
"I'm fine." Her voice cracked a little and she winced, her gaze traveling to the floor. She sniffed and wiped away her tears. She heard him sigh and she knew what he was thinking.
"Sara?" His voice was soothing and she could almost feel his arm on her skin. She turned around, never meeting his gaze and pushed past him.
"I'm fine Grissom." She assured him, as she walked out of the door and never looked back as she entered the hall, and rushed down the stairs. Catherine and Warrick glanced up from their conversation in the hall near the door and watched as Sara, red eyed and determined, rush past them. Catherine opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the door slamming. With a look of sympathy, Cath turned to Warrick who could nothing but shrug sadly.
Their eyes traveled up the stairs to Grissom, who stood near the top, leaning ever so slightly against the wall. Rubbing his tired eyes, he fixed his gaze on Catherine and Warrick and sighed.
"Anyone else want to walk out?"
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The sky was a swirl of pink and orange and Nick swore he could taste the sunrise, as he left the home of his brother and sister-in-law. He fished his keys from his pockets and unlocked the door to his tahoe. He draped his arm across the car door and glanced at the house before him. He watched as his brother held his wife to his chest and watched Nick from the door way. Nick couldn't read the grim expression on his brother's face but the coolness etched on his features chilled Nick to the bone. He blamed him, Nick knew that much.
With a heavy sigh, he dropped into his tahoe and leaned back against set. He closed his eyes, and only then realized how exhausted he really was. A dull pain throbbed in his head, just behind his eyes and the stiffness in his limbs was a little more than uncomfortable. Slowly his heavy eyes opened and the car roared to life. With one glance at the house and his brother cold eyes, he pulled out of the drive way quickly and sped off into the morning.
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Sara breathed in the warm morning air as she walked down Nick's step. She blinked away the remaining tears from her vision and massaged the bridge of her nose. What sort of sick bastard would take Nick's niece? She tried to calm herself, tried to tell herself that she had seen this before, it wasn't new. But the way it had affected Nick, made it that much worse. Sara took a shaky step towards her tahoe, pulling out her sun glass from her pocket to shield her eyes against the bright sun. She cursed it for its brightness. As far a she was concerned the day should be as dark as they all felt.
She reached her tahoe, opened its door and hopped inside. Jabbing the keys angrily into the ignition, Sara reached over and turned the black knob on her radio and the car was rocked with a steady blast off music over the speakers. With her head turned away from the car window, Sara didn't hear anyone approach and jumped when she felt a warm hand on her skin. She wiped around to see Grissom and she cursed herself for not rolling up her window.
With one last glance at his wincing features she reached over and flicked the music off. With an uneasy sigh she turned to him.
"I didn't hear you coming." Her voice sounded alien to her ears and she wondered briefly if she was the one who had uttered those words.
"No wonder, Sara." He told her motioning to her stereo. She merely shrugged and flexed her hands before gripping them on the steering wheel. The silence was uncomfortable between them and Sara had the urge to drive off. But, despite every muscle in her body wanting to do so, she kept her ground.
"Sara, are you alright."
She nearly laughed at him. He sounded like such a broken record. She turned to him and met his concerned gaze, before lying flat to his face.
"I'm fine."
"Then come back inside."
Sara paused for a moment, as her eyes flicked around the enterer of her car, looking for something to fix her gaze on. She found nothing and finally gave up. She sighed but didn't move.
"Sara," He gently pressed on, "We need you in there. If we are going to find Lily, we are going to need everybody that we can get."
Sara fingers flickered over her keys before she turned the engine off. Grissom step back silently to allow Sara to open the door. Stepping out onto the pavement, Sara noticed her legs were shaking but she stood as straight and as tall as she could. She looked strong and she was satisfied with it, even though she didn't feel strong at all. She cleared her throat before following Grissom back to the house. She wouldn't fail this girl.