Title : The Five Senses
Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from the characters of CSI
Thanks to MOG for betaing
Hearing
'"You're not good enough."
That's what he hears. Sure, no one verbalized it; however it's inferred from the tone.
Warrick handles cases solo. He has an air of smugness. No one can knock him down. He's confident he can find the answers.
Catherine pities him. "It's okay that you suck at your job." Nick hears it every time she pats him on the back.
Sara is incredibly intelligent plus Grissom's favorite. She can go A to Z, skipping letters that are a nuisance in between. Her words were always inflected with a questioning tone. "And why exactly don't you understand what I am saying?" Her mind was quick.
Grissom's "Silk, silk, milk," enough said. Nick was never going to be asked to go on a roller coaster ride.
I hear ya.
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Taste
I am in the gambling mecca and I can taste it all around me-odds, sports betting, chips, cards, slots, roulette. It's all there and I can't eat from the buffet.
I can't be around people who partake in the delicacies. It's all poison to me. I am one phone call away from feeding my hunger by selling my soul to the bookie.
Catherine knows the taste for the illegal never leaves. She's the only one. Sara and Nick-white bread, suburbanites, whose slipping over the line is getting drunk. They never took a bite from the dangerous side of life. It's a feeding frenzy and it's a rush.
Grissom has given me another chance. The fruit is bitter.
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Scent
Lever 2000, Arid Extra Dry, Colgate toothpaste-She hadn't figured out the aftershave- yet. Sara knew the time would come when she would know Gil's scent. He sent his shirts to the cleaners.
Nick and Warrick did their own laundry-Tide and Arm and Hammer detergent, respectively. They both wore cologne-Chanel's Allure for Warrick and Christian Dior's Fahrenheit for Nick. Catherine wore perfume, actually Beautiful scented body lotion.
Maybe Grissom was like her-unscented. It only added to her confusion at a crime scene. Just a sniff and maybe she would know next time.
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Touch
Everything changed when Lindsay was born. A myriad of sensations were at her fingertips-soft, smooth, warm and new.
It was different then caressing a man. Men were rough-shaven or unshaven. There was not love at their fingertips. Not even from Eddie.
Sara had a soft touch. Catherine saw it when the younger woman attended rape victims.
Nick and Warrick had their moments when not hiding under their machismo.
Gil touched everything, experiencing and feeling a case.
Her heart went out to children. It was hidden by her cool exterior. But, once a mother, always a mother. She wanted to be there to provide a gentle touch.
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Sight
I see their facades. We all have one. They see me as someone who can hear.
They think I don't notice something is wrong. Who wants to work the late shift at a forensic lab? People who don't want to see that they have no one to share their nights with.
They fool themselves with the Vegas bright lights. It's practically daylight on the strip.
Oh, I observe their struggles. Nick unsure, Warrick escaping his addiction, Sara wanting love, and Catherine needing solace.
I see it all.
The end
Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from the characters of CSI
Thanks to MOG for betaing
Hearing
'"You're not good enough."
That's what he hears. Sure, no one verbalized it; however it's inferred from the tone.
Warrick handles cases solo. He has an air of smugness. No one can knock him down. He's confident he can find the answers.
Catherine pities him. "It's okay that you suck at your job." Nick hears it every time she pats him on the back.
Sara is incredibly intelligent plus Grissom's favorite. She can go A to Z, skipping letters that are a nuisance in between. Her words were always inflected with a questioning tone. "And why exactly don't you understand what I am saying?" Her mind was quick.
Grissom's "Silk, silk, milk," enough said. Nick was never going to be asked to go on a roller coaster ride.
I hear ya.
******************************************************************************************************
Taste
I am in the gambling mecca and I can taste it all around me-odds, sports betting, chips, cards, slots, roulette. It's all there and I can't eat from the buffet.
I can't be around people who partake in the delicacies. It's all poison to me. I am one phone call away from feeding my hunger by selling my soul to the bookie.
Catherine knows the taste for the illegal never leaves. She's the only one. Sara and Nick-white bread, suburbanites, whose slipping over the line is getting drunk. They never took a bite from the dangerous side of life. It's a feeding frenzy and it's a rush.
Grissom has given me another chance. The fruit is bitter.
-********************************************************************************************************
Scent
Lever 2000, Arid Extra Dry, Colgate toothpaste-She hadn't figured out the aftershave- yet. Sara knew the time would come when she would know Gil's scent. He sent his shirts to the cleaners.
Nick and Warrick did their own laundry-Tide and Arm and Hammer detergent, respectively. They both wore cologne-Chanel's Allure for Warrick and Christian Dior's Fahrenheit for Nick. Catherine wore perfume, actually Beautiful scented body lotion.
Maybe Grissom was like her-unscented. It only added to her confusion at a crime scene. Just a sniff and maybe she would know next time.
***************************************************************************************************
Touch
Everything changed when Lindsay was born. A myriad of sensations were at her fingertips-soft, smooth, warm and new.
It was different then caressing a man. Men were rough-shaven or unshaven. There was not love at their fingertips. Not even from Eddie.
Sara had a soft touch. Catherine saw it when the younger woman attended rape victims.
Nick and Warrick had their moments when not hiding under their machismo.
Gil touched everything, experiencing and feeling a case.
Her heart went out to children. It was hidden by her cool exterior. But, once a mother, always a mother. She wanted to be there to provide a gentle touch.
*****************************************************************************************************
Sight
I see their facades. We all have one. They see me as someone who can hear.
They think I don't notice something is wrong. Who wants to work the late shift at a forensic lab? People who don't want to see that they have no one to share their nights with.
They fool themselves with the Vegas bright lights. It's practically daylight on the strip.
Oh, I observe their struggles. Nick unsure, Warrick escaping his addiction, Sara wanting love, and Catherine needing solace.
I see it all.
The end