Title: A story in the theme of G
Rating: PG for a few words
Disclaimer: Don't own the on TV CSI characters. Don't want to own them. Just want to write about them and explore who they are. Original characters are from mine brains and thus are mine.
Life is messy. Life is hard. Life is stink and sweat and tears. I hate nights like these. My job depends on the cruelest side of the human enigma. I patch together the puzzle of the dead, broken, and hurting. I can't help but look at the team that I work with. They're my family, my lifeline when the crap has hit my knees and is still piling up, with no sign of stopping. They're the best people that ever happened to me.
Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown are like the two brothers I never had. They tease me, bully me, protect me, and generally take care of me. I can't count the number of times that I've looked up to see one of them grinning at me over some stunt they just pulled that I just know will be revealed to me in a matter of minutes. Let me count the ways. there was that coffee incident where all the sugar containers contained salt, or the day they switched goats' milk for creamo. That one nearly backfired, or it would have if Warrick hadn't sailed in and grabbed the container from one very surprised Jim Brass, resident police officer.
If they're like the two brothers I never had, Greggo is the one brother that I'm so glad I never had. He listens to the worst music. He had some really strange interests. He surfs and plays Nintendo. Did this guy ever grow up? I shouldn't say that, though. He is smart, and he is really nice in his own strange way. Okay, maybe he wouldn't be the worst possible brother.
Then there's Catherine. Catherine Willows, ex-dancer, ex-druggie, ex- wife to really abusive loser of a wannabe rock star, mother of one daughter from said loser, cracker of wry wit, speaker of hard truth, dispenser of wisdom. I don't think I could do without her. Did you know that I was jealous of her when I first started working in Vegas? Another regret? Maybe, but I'm just glad that I got past that and realized just what a treasure she is. Okay, now I sound really silly. How about I just go on to the next person.
Gil Grissom a.k.a. the boss of this team. an enigma wrapped in a riddle, and kinda good looking to boot. I used to have a crush on him. Can you believe that? That's actually why I was jealous of Catherine, because I saw how he looked at her, how they just seemed to fit together. Then he sent me a plant. Reminded me that life continues on, I guess. I still have it too. They were so clueless too. Even when they were arguing they. I can't really describe it. They both flirted around with other relationships, but guess what? Those never went anywhere. I saw them the other day at the mall, just walking and talking and holding hands, while Lindsey poked around the stores. I've never seen either of them happier. I guess I realized at some point that as much as he was a good mentor for this job, he and I were better working a crime scene together than we would a life.
We're a family, the six of us, and then we have our extended family. The sun rises just before shift ends and sometimes we're returning from a crime scene. Birds sing, flowers open, early morning joggers punish themselves for the cause of fitness. and suddenly this job doesn't seem so bad. We're doing this for them, for those sunrises, by removing what darkness we can from peoples' lives. We haunt the lab, and the streets and buildings of Vegas by night. We are the supermen and superwomen that keep them safe.
My name is Sara Sidle and I am a crime scene investigator.
Rating: PG for a few words
Disclaimer: Don't own the on TV CSI characters. Don't want to own them. Just want to write about them and explore who they are. Original characters are from mine brains and thus are mine.
Life is messy. Life is hard. Life is stink and sweat and tears. I hate nights like these. My job depends on the cruelest side of the human enigma. I patch together the puzzle of the dead, broken, and hurting. I can't help but look at the team that I work with. They're my family, my lifeline when the crap has hit my knees and is still piling up, with no sign of stopping. They're the best people that ever happened to me.
Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown are like the two brothers I never had. They tease me, bully me, protect me, and generally take care of me. I can't count the number of times that I've looked up to see one of them grinning at me over some stunt they just pulled that I just know will be revealed to me in a matter of minutes. Let me count the ways. there was that coffee incident where all the sugar containers contained salt, or the day they switched goats' milk for creamo. That one nearly backfired, or it would have if Warrick hadn't sailed in and grabbed the container from one very surprised Jim Brass, resident police officer.
If they're like the two brothers I never had, Greggo is the one brother that I'm so glad I never had. He listens to the worst music. He had some really strange interests. He surfs and plays Nintendo. Did this guy ever grow up? I shouldn't say that, though. He is smart, and he is really nice in his own strange way. Okay, maybe he wouldn't be the worst possible brother.
Then there's Catherine. Catherine Willows, ex-dancer, ex-druggie, ex- wife to really abusive loser of a wannabe rock star, mother of one daughter from said loser, cracker of wry wit, speaker of hard truth, dispenser of wisdom. I don't think I could do without her. Did you know that I was jealous of her when I first started working in Vegas? Another regret? Maybe, but I'm just glad that I got past that and realized just what a treasure she is. Okay, now I sound really silly. How about I just go on to the next person.
Gil Grissom a.k.a. the boss of this team. an enigma wrapped in a riddle, and kinda good looking to boot. I used to have a crush on him. Can you believe that? That's actually why I was jealous of Catherine, because I saw how he looked at her, how they just seemed to fit together. Then he sent me a plant. Reminded me that life continues on, I guess. I still have it too. They were so clueless too. Even when they were arguing they. I can't really describe it. They both flirted around with other relationships, but guess what? Those never went anywhere. I saw them the other day at the mall, just walking and talking and holding hands, while Lindsey poked around the stores. I've never seen either of them happier. I guess I realized at some point that as much as he was a good mentor for this job, he and I were better working a crime scene together than we would a life.
We're a family, the six of us, and then we have our extended family. The sun rises just before shift ends and sometimes we're returning from a crime scene. Birds sing, flowers open, early morning joggers punish themselves for the cause of fitness. and suddenly this job doesn't seem so bad. We're doing this for them, for those sunrises, by removing what darkness we can from peoples' lives. We haunt the lab, and the streets and buildings of Vegas by night. We are the supermen and superwomen that keep them safe.
My name is Sara Sidle and I am a crime scene investigator.