Rating: PG, for a few swear 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.
A/N: A bit of this is based on an unpublished story arc that I may play with later.
Life is short. Life is fast. Life is a race of body against time. Never look back. Never give time a chance. the only problem is that time is winning and sometimes you still need to take a rest break. I like the night. Most rest breaks come in the dead of darkness when most of the world is asleep, which is so often when I am summoned to perform my contribution to the fabric of society. Night provides small moments, almost like that darker stretch of highway between the street lights, that allow one contemplation of one's self and the admission of losing the race without the dirt and guilt that comes in the daylight. For me, the night is about family. With the exception of my children, my family-in-the-night is probably more dear to me than any other family.
Warrick is probably the most dear to me of my 'boys' though I really try not to admit it. What can I say? Beyond those big brown eyes, which are so adept at a lost puppy expression, I have to identify with what he's overcome. We're really alike in so many ways. He's overcoming an addiction to gambling. Hell, I still have moments when I crave coke. Addictions are addictions. He knows that. And I know about him. We work to keep each other sober. And while family ties may bind and gag, this one. well, it's a life preserver at least. What about my other two 'boys'? Nicky . he's had a relatively soft life. He was a bit pampered. spoiled, and the big sister in me really wants to whack him over the head some days. I could have wrung his neck happily after the case with the dead gal that died after their witty evening repartee. He's grown up since then though. He has a really cheeky sense of humor sometimes that I love. The incident with the creamo. he really owes Warrick on that one. I don't want to know what Brass would have done. What sparked that anyway? No, he and Warrick, and even sometimes Gregg, are brats when they get going. Greggo. I can't say that I understand his music, clothes or hair, but I wouldn't switch him for the world. He's got a strange dynamic with Gil that is probably some part wanting to please him and some part. Gregg. Gregg is probably the strongest personality of them all, especially once he gets going. I still snort with laughter when I remember him dancing with that headdress. Wouldn't you just love to be an only girl in this group? That would be Sara, or Sare, as she so often gets called. Sara and I didn't hit it off that well at the beginning, almost a 'you don't have time for me so I don't have time for you' kind of situation. Somewhere, somehow, that changed and I wouldn't trade her now either. Sara is an introvert, former recluse, and magnet for the wrong guys. usually. She found this great guy recently, though, and she really seems happy. If he turns out to be another Hank. ever seen a mad mad momma? Anyway, Sare is also one of the best damn CSIs out there and the time under Gil's mentoring has only sharpened that edge. So what about this guy, Gil Grissom, who heads up my CSI family? He a different person to each of us. When I first met him, he was the guy who allowed me my dignity. He saw past the makeup and treated me as if I was wearing more than just skin in the dingy dressing room of a strip club. He reached through to my mind, handed me a way out, and then pulled me out when I grabbed hold. He gave me the chance to give Linds a good life. I loved him for that, as a friend. I'm not sure when that changed to something more but I do remember the day that I realized it. I went to the autopsy bay to pay my respects to Lockwood but all I could think was what I would do if that had been Gil lying dead on that table. And the day he admitted his feelings? I was on clouds. Gil is. well, I could go on and on but I'm sure you get the idea. What can I say? We're not an all-american family. We're not genetically related. We differ in age, background, family, and education, but through circumstance and choice we are one unit. At the end of shift I can go home and watch my children, still asleep in their beds, and know that the sacrifices we make do work together for the good of children and families worldwide. The children who'll play at the park in only a few hours can grow up unafraid of the shadows. My name is Catherine Willows-Grissom and I am a crime scene investigator.
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.
A/N: A bit of this is based on an unpublished story arc that I may play with later.
Life is short. Life is fast. Life is a race of body against time. Never look back. Never give time a chance. the only problem is that time is winning and sometimes you still need to take a rest break. I like the night. Most rest breaks come in the dead of darkness when most of the world is asleep, which is so often when I am summoned to perform my contribution to the fabric of society. Night provides small moments, almost like that darker stretch of highway between the street lights, that allow one contemplation of one's self and the admission of losing the race without the dirt and guilt that comes in the daylight. For me, the night is about family. With the exception of my children, my family-in-the-night is probably more dear to me than any other family.
Warrick is probably the most dear to me of my 'boys' though I really try not to admit it. What can I say? Beyond those big brown eyes, which are so adept at a lost puppy expression, I have to identify with what he's overcome. We're really alike in so many ways. He's overcoming an addiction to gambling. Hell, I still have moments when I crave coke. Addictions are addictions. He knows that. And I know about him. We work to keep each other sober. And while family ties may bind and gag, this one. well, it's a life preserver at least. What about my other two 'boys'? Nicky . he's had a relatively soft life. He was a bit pampered. spoiled, and the big sister in me really wants to whack him over the head some days. I could have wrung his neck happily after the case with the dead gal that died after their witty evening repartee. He's grown up since then though. He has a really cheeky sense of humor sometimes that I love. The incident with the creamo. he really owes Warrick on that one. I don't want to know what Brass would have done. What sparked that anyway? No, he and Warrick, and even sometimes Gregg, are brats when they get going. Greggo. I can't say that I understand his music, clothes or hair, but I wouldn't switch him for the world. He's got a strange dynamic with Gil that is probably some part wanting to please him and some part. Gregg. Gregg is probably the strongest personality of them all, especially once he gets going. I still snort with laughter when I remember him dancing with that headdress. Wouldn't you just love to be an only girl in this group? That would be Sara, or Sare, as she so often gets called. Sara and I didn't hit it off that well at the beginning, almost a 'you don't have time for me so I don't have time for you' kind of situation. Somewhere, somehow, that changed and I wouldn't trade her now either. Sara is an introvert, former recluse, and magnet for the wrong guys. usually. She found this great guy recently, though, and she really seems happy. If he turns out to be another Hank. ever seen a mad mad momma? Anyway, Sare is also one of the best damn CSIs out there and the time under Gil's mentoring has only sharpened that edge. So what about this guy, Gil Grissom, who heads up my CSI family? He a different person to each of us. When I first met him, he was the guy who allowed me my dignity. He saw past the makeup and treated me as if I was wearing more than just skin in the dingy dressing room of a strip club. He reached through to my mind, handed me a way out, and then pulled me out when I grabbed hold. He gave me the chance to give Linds a good life. I loved him for that, as a friend. I'm not sure when that changed to something more but I do remember the day that I realized it. I went to the autopsy bay to pay my respects to Lockwood but all I could think was what I would do if that had been Gil lying dead on that table. And the day he admitted his feelings? I was on clouds. Gil is. well, I could go on and on but I'm sure you get the idea. What can I say? We're not an all-american family. We're not genetically related. We differ in age, background, family, and education, but through circumstance and choice we are one unit. At the end of shift I can go home and watch my children, still asleep in their beds, and know that the sacrifices we make do work together for the good of children and families worldwide. The children who'll play at the park in only a few hours can grow up unafraid of the shadows. My name is Catherine Willows-Grissom and I am a crime scene investigator.