Author's Note: Yeah this is a crossover, but its okay because you are going
to be introduced to the characters throughout the story. Also if you do
know Due South (the show CSI is being crossed with in this fic) you need to
know that I put in an original (kinda) character Leann Brighton. You'll
find out exactly who she is along with everyone else, enjoy!!
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"Where is he?" Ray Vecchio went around the young woman.
"Still in bed. He's been doing this since he got here." She said while stirring the eggs. Ray took a bite and was slapped for it.
"Ray! Would you stop! I'm making breakfast!" She yelled.
"Yeah, for a guy who wont get out of bed!" He snapped back.
"The two of you better be quite before I make you spend the weekend at home."
"Sorry Ma."
"I'm sorry Ma." The two said simultaneously.
"How is Gil?"
"He still hasn't gotten up. Thank you Ma for letting us stay with you its just that I haven't actually had time to get an apartment yet-"
"Lea, you never need to thank family, its what we're here for. You just take care of your Gil."
"I will." Lea smiled sweetly to the older woman.
Lea took the breakfast and piled it on a plate; she took it and a cup of orange juice up the dark carved wooden stairs. She didn't bother knocking, but walked right into the bedroom. She stopped to see the figure on the large canopy bed seemed to still be asleep, unmoving.
"I've known you for twenty years Gil, I know when you're faking it."
"I hope you know I came to you in a moment of weakness." He said pushing the covers down.
"I'm sorry about what was said downstairs."
"No, I'm sorry for being a pathetic man who stays in the bedroom all day sulking." He said in a tone that could only be described as sarcastic.
"Its okay... I mean you're not everything you just said. Except that you did just say it so if it's not right... I think my world is going to collapse!"
"You're not funny."
"Can't win 'em all." She put the plate down on the side table and the juice in his hand.
"Drink, dammit." She smiled and waited for him to put the drink to his mouth.
"So, are you finally going to talk about it?"
"I don't feel up to it." He shook his head.
She gave him an empathetic smile and took his head in her hands kissing the top of it.
"Get dressed, we're going to the prescient."
"For what?" His brow wrinkled.
"Well they can't just hire you on the spot, you sir, are going to apply for the job...."
"Thanks for your concern!" He yelled after the retreating figure.
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"Lea, he isn't coming down." Ray sat next to her on the last stair.
"Of course he is, I was stern."
"That isn't going to make him come down, that man is up there in pain, he just quit his job over this, it isn't going to go away just because you told him to get up."
"Ray, you do it."
"What?"
"You've got an ex-wife, you've been through just about every emotional problem. I... I don't know what to do with that," she pointed up stairs for emphasis, "He maybe my best friend, but I just can't help." Her shoulders slumped.
"You know it's kinda like what we had to do with Benny, you just gotta be there."
"You wanna go rebuild a cabin? Heck, if it worked for Ben'in..."
"You are comparing a fully credited scientist, to a guy who licks things off the ground because he saw an Indian do it first."
"Okay, I'll do it your way Mr. Reasonable." She hugged the man who was like a brother to her and went up the stairs to check on Grissom.
She laid down next to the figure that had stayed in the spot she left him in.
"I'm not going to talk about it." He said sternly.
"I know, I just want to be here."
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"Do you know what happened to the last supervisor?" Greg asked the graying man.
"He took a job in Chicago. Apparently they offered him a lot of money. Now, who do we have here. Sara Sidle and. Nicholas Stokes?"
"Greg Sanders. I'll just be getting back to the lab, Sara if you need-"
"Actually one of Dr. Grissom's last orders was for you to be made a CSI level one, your replacement will be in shortly."
Greg didn't know what to feel at that moment, but a feeling of pride and thankfulness came out among the confusion he'd been feeling.
"Okay. So. What now?"
"We wait for the rest of the team. Are they usually this tardy?"
"Actually we're just early." Sara snapped. She was sorry for pouring it out on this man she never met before, but she couldn't unload on the man who apparently retreated to Chicago.
"Alright then, why don't I just give you you're assignments?" He took out two slips and handed them to the pair.
"Ms. Sidle you have a dead body in the desert. Sanders, you have a B & E with Stokes when he gets in. Have fun." The older man walked out of the room not caring that the scientists had known him for ten minutes and already they didn't like him.
"What do we do now?" Greg turned to his friend and now fellow CSI.
"Go to work Greg." She said lashing out again.
Once Greg was alone he sighed, "Sara is mad at the boss. Business as usual."
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"Where is he?" Ray Vecchio went around the young woman.
"Still in bed. He's been doing this since he got here." She said while stirring the eggs. Ray took a bite and was slapped for it.
"Ray! Would you stop! I'm making breakfast!" She yelled.
"Yeah, for a guy who wont get out of bed!" He snapped back.
"The two of you better be quite before I make you spend the weekend at home."
"Sorry Ma."
"I'm sorry Ma." The two said simultaneously.
"How is Gil?"
"He still hasn't gotten up. Thank you Ma for letting us stay with you its just that I haven't actually had time to get an apartment yet-"
"Lea, you never need to thank family, its what we're here for. You just take care of your Gil."
"I will." Lea smiled sweetly to the older woman.
Lea took the breakfast and piled it on a plate; she took it and a cup of orange juice up the dark carved wooden stairs. She didn't bother knocking, but walked right into the bedroom. She stopped to see the figure on the large canopy bed seemed to still be asleep, unmoving.
"I've known you for twenty years Gil, I know when you're faking it."
"I hope you know I came to you in a moment of weakness." He said pushing the covers down.
"I'm sorry about what was said downstairs."
"No, I'm sorry for being a pathetic man who stays in the bedroom all day sulking." He said in a tone that could only be described as sarcastic.
"Its okay... I mean you're not everything you just said. Except that you did just say it so if it's not right... I think my world is going to collapse!"
"You're not funny."
"Can't win 'em all." She put the plate down on the side table and the juice in his hand.
"Drink, dammit." She smiled and waited for him to put the drink to his mouth.
"So, are you finally going to talk about it?"
"I don't feel up to it." He shook his head.
She gave him an empathetic smile and took his head in her hands kissing the top of it.
"Get dressed, we're going to the prescient."
"For what?" His brow wrinkled.
"Well they can't just hire you on the spot, you sir, are going to apply for the job...."
"Thanks for your concern!" He yelled after the retreating figure.
* * *
"Lea, he isn't coming down." Ray sat next to her on the last stair.
"Of course he is, I was stern."
"That isn't going to make him come down, that man is up there in pain, he just quit his job over this, it isn't going to go away just because you told him to get up."
"Ray, you do it."
"What?"
"You've got an ex-wife, you've been through just about every emotional problem. I... I don't know what to do with that," she pointed up stairs for emphasis, "He maybe my best friend, but I just can't help." Her shoulders slumped.
"You know it's kinda like what we had to do with Benny, you just gotta be there."
"You wanna go rebuild a cabin? Heck, if it worked for Ben'in..."
"You are comparing a fully credited scientist, to a guy who licks things off the ground because he saw an Indian do it first."
"Okay, I'll do it your way Mr. Reasonable." She hugged the man who was like a brother to her and went up the stairs to check on Grissom.
She laid down next to the figure that had stayed in the spot she left him in.
"I'm not going to talk about it." He said sternly.
"I know, I just want to be here."
* * *
"Do you know what happened to the last supervisor?" Greg asked the graying man.
"He took a job in Chicago. Apparently they offered him a lot of money. Now, who do we have here. Sara Sidle and. Nicholas Stokes?"
"Greg Sanders. I'll just be getting back to the lab, Sara if you need-"
"Actually one of Dr. Grissom's last orders was for you to be made a CSI level one, your replacement will be in shortly."
Greg didn't know what to feel at that moment, but a feeling of pride and thankfulness came out among the confusion he'd been feeling.
"Okay. So. What now?"
"We wait for the rest of the team. Are they usually this tardy?"
"Actually we're just early." Sara snapped. She was sorry for pouring it out on this man she never met before, but she couldn't unload on the man who apparently retreated to Chicago.
"Alright then, why don't I just give you you're assignments?" He took out two slips and handed them to the pair.
"Ms. Sidle you have a dead body in the desert. Sanders, you have a B & E with Stokes when he gets in. Have fun." The older man walked out of the room not caring that the scientists had known him for ten minutes and already they didn't like him.
"What do we do now?" Greg turned to his friend and now fellow CSI.
"Go to work Greg." She said lashing out again.
Once Greg was alone he sighed, "Sara is mad at the boss. Business as usual."
