Hi there! This is my first CSI fanfic, and I'm relatively new to this fandom. I've been reading some for quite a while (forensicsfan is my favorite!) And I decided I'd take a stab at this stuff. I'm a diehard Snicker, I think they're just so perfect together:-) Even though I'm not into mushy romance, a lot of this will probably be like it, but I have some twisted humor too...so I don't really know how this will turn out. I've got a few plot bunnies running around in my head now so I've got to right them down soon or I'll forget! AHH Plot bunnies...they multiply just like real bunnies and I can't keep up! So, without further ado...my story takes a bow
Summary: After The Stalker (btw I haven't seen that ep but I know what happens and I've read a lot of fanfiction with it so if I don't have everything about it right just bare with me.), Snicker, Nick seeks help/refuge from a...ahem, a friend. I know, it's a crappy title so that may change.
Rating: PG-13 for language, sexual references, adult situations (I always wanted to write that...I feel so professional...)
Disclaimer: I own CBS, CSI and all the characters...I keep George Eads in my basement where I force him to speak in his sexy twang all day long...ahem I mean I don't own any of it but GOD I want George!!
Reviews: PLEASE!!!!!! And flames I shall use to roast marshmallows...just if you're gonna flame me, for God's sake don't be anonymous...if there's one thing I can't stand it's someone who tries to look big and mean but is really a coward. I won't bite, just don't flame me if you're afraid to let anyone know who you are.
AN: Wow, this is long...I'd better get to the story...
Sara Sidle walked through CSI at a relaxed pace for once. She caught the killer who had strangled numerous women in Los Vegas, the final one surviving long enough to identify him from a lineup. No matter how hard her job was and how disturbing it could be, she loved it, just for the satisfaction of helping others, solving puzzles and bringing people to justice. The workaholic turned into the break room to get a cup of Greg's Blue Hawaiian before she had to go and finish the paperwork for her case. It had been a trying week for everyone, especially the soft-spoken Texan she worked with, Nick Stokes, who went through pure hell with a creepy and dangerous stalker. But now, Nigel Crane was dead, and Nick was able to get on with his life without police protection.
Humming a tune underneath her breath she went in the room and was met with Nick sleeping on the couch. She couldn't help but smile; he looked so sweet when he slept. He looked good anytime, his face so charming and handsome. But while sleeping, he looked like the same gorgeous man, and at the same time, a small innocent little boy. While she poured a cup she saw the couch move, and he began tossing and turning. It was odd for Nick to fall asleep on the job, but she never thought anything of it until he started mumbling in his sleep.
"No...Nigel no...don't... take me just don't hurt her...God no...Ahhh give me the gun Nigel please...I won't...NOOOO!!!" He sat up, gasping for air when Sara ran to his side, rubbing his back to calm him.
"Nick, it's okay, it's me Sara, are you—"
"SARA!" He whipped around to look at her, eyes wide with fear. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It's okay, it was just a dream."
"No... no oh No that wasn't a dream...that was a nightmare..."
"Would you like a glass of water?"
"No..." He shook his head and gulped down some air. "Coffee...need to stay awake..."
"Nick..."
"I have to stay awake or he'll get me." He whispered urgently.
"Who?"
"Nigel." His voice was barely audible and it cracked as he whispered the name.
"Nick, he can't get you. Nigel Crane is dead."
His brown eyes brimmed with tears as realization struck him. "Oh God...I know Sara...but...I'm scared..."
"I know, honey, come here." She hugged him and he put his head on her shoulder, trying to hold back his tears.
"I need some coffee."
"What you need is to go home and rest." At these words, Nick tensed up.
"Home?" He lifted off her to look her in the eye. "And sleep?"
"Yes. I can let Grissom know if you want—"
"No, I can't go home..."
"Why?"
"He sees me through the hole in the wall."
Suddenly it all dawned on Sara. No wonder he was asleep on the couch, he hasn't slept since the encounter with Nigel.
"Nick, when was the last time you slept?"
"Just then."
"Besides that, when was the last time you slept? I don't mean a nap like today, I mean the last time you went home and had a good night's sleep."
By now, Nick had stood up and was pacing nervously. He paused and looked up at the ceiling, his hands resting on his hips as he thought. One hand reached up and wiped his mouth nervously. "Uhh...the night I got the first phone call."
"Two weeks ago?!"
Silently, he nodded.
"Nick, why?"
"Jesus Sara, the man was stalking me! He was in my attic, looking down at me. He knew EVERYTHING about me. He DIED in my house! He pointed a gun at me! There's a fucking hole in the ceiling where he looked down on me! God when I try to sleep I have a horrible nightmare, sometimes reliving exactly what happened, sometimes one of my friends is there, someone I love is in front of them, and Nigel will have the gun pointed at them. Sara...I can't go back...I just can't go back there..." Finally, his voice cracked and he let the tears fall from his eyes.
"Nick, come here." She opened her arms and he settled down on the couch, burying his face in her shoulder while she rubbed his back, trying to calm his tears.
The slight commotion caused Catherine Willows, a senior CSI to see what was going on in their break room. She walked by and looked in to see Nick and Sara cuddled on the couch crying. Sara looked up at her, and placed a finger to her lips to let Catherine know it was okay, and she didn't need to tell anyone about what was happening. Catherine nodded and let the two junior CSIs work things out. She had a feeling about Nick, that he wasn't as okay with everything as he seemed. She looked at the young man in a motherly way, and she was glad to see Sara was helping him get through his problems.
Once Nick's tears had subsided to a few hiccups and sniffles every now and again, Sara held him close, rubbing the back of his neck gently. "What are you gonna do?" She whispered into his hair.
"I dunno Sara. I thought about asking Warrick if I could crash at his place but it wouldn't work. I scream in my sleep, sometimes I cry when I'm alone. I can't help it, and guys just don't cry in front of other guys. We're stupid like that sometimes." He offered her a weak smile and looked into her eyes. She could tell his famous Texan grin with his bright eyes sparkling was hiding underneath his solemn expression, but it wasn't completely gone. She decided she would help him smile again.
"Pride."
"Exactly. I know War would say he understood and he wouldn't think I was a pansy or anything, but still, it would be weird. Personally, I wouldn't want him holding me in the middle of the night if I had a nightmare."
"That is a sight I would like to see."
"Shut up, Sar." Both breathed a laugh as he rested more on her. "But War's out of the question, Catherine would mother me and make sure I'd eat my vegetables, Greg would want me to stay up all night so we can swap 'manly stories' and it would just be weird living with Gris."
Sara sat quiet for a minute. "You know, I do have a guest room and a couch."
"Sara, it would be great, and I don't care about my reputation, Greg's got that shot, but I care about yours. It wouldn't look good if I moved in with you. The guys it wouldn't seem bad and Catherine it would be like she's my mom..."
"Look if people got nothing better to do than to talk about my living arrangements with a friend, then they really are not worth my worries."
"You sure?"
"Positive. How about we go out after shift, get some breakfast then go to your place to pack a few things. Then we'll get on over to my house and get you settled in."
"Only if you're absolutely sure."
"Nick, I'm absolutely, positively, completely sure."
"With sugar on top?" He asked with a small grin.
"And a cheery."
AN: So what do you think? Good, bad, Ugly?? My beta is... well I can't find her...HELLO?? BETA?! Well I lost Corporal Cupcake, but I can't wait to post this and get some reviews. If it's THAT bad I'll repost it once she reads it over...when I find her. And I promise these boring A/Ns will get shorter as I go along, I just had to introduce myself and all. Why are you still reading this? If you're still reading, then review and get out of here!!!
Summary: After The Stalker (btw I haven't seen that ep but I know what happens and I've read a lot of fanfiction with it so if I don't have everything about it right just bare with me.), Snicker, Nick seeks help/refuge from a...ahem, a friend. I know, it's a crappy title so that may change.
Rating: PG-13 for language, sexual references, adult situations (I always wanted to write that...I feel so professional...)
Disclaimer: I own CBS, CSI and all the characters...I keep George Eads in my basement where I force him to speak in his sexy twang all day long...ahem I mean I don't own any of it but GOD I want George!!
Reviews: PLEASE!!!!!! And flames I shall use to roast marshmallows...just if you're gonna flame me, for God's sake don't be anonymous...if there's one thing I can't stand it's someone who tries to look big and mean but is really a coward. I won't bite, just don't flame me if you're afraid to let anyone know who you are.
AN: Wow, this is long...I'd better get to the story...
Sara Sidle walked through CSI at a relaxed pace for once. She caught the killer who had strangled numerous women in Los Vegas, the final one surviving long enough to identify him from a lineup. No matter how hard her job was and how disturbing it could be, she loved it, just for the satisfaction of helping others, solving puzzles and bringing people to justice. The workaholic turned into the break room to get a cup of Greg's Blue Hawaiian before she had to go and finish the paperwork for her case. It had been a trying week for everyone, especially the soft-spoken Texan she worked with, Nick Stokes, who went through pure hell with a creepy and dangerous stalker. But now, Nigel Crane was dead, and Nick was able to get on with his life without police protection.
Humming a tune underneath her breath she went in the room and was met with Nick sleeping on the couch. She couldn't help but smile; he looked so sweet when he slept. He looked good anytime, his face so charming and handsome. But while sleeping, he looked like the same gorgeous man, and at the same time, a small innocent little boy. While she poured a cup she saw the couch move, and he began tossing and turning. It was odd for Nick to fall asleep on the job, but she never thought anything of it until he started mumbling in his sleep.
"No...Nigel no...don't... take me just don't hurt her...God no...Ahhh give me the gun Nigel please...I won't...NOOOO!!!" He sat up, gasping for air when Sara ran to his side, rubbing his back to calm him.
"Nick, it's okay, it's me Sara, are you—"
"SARA!" He whipped around to look at her, eyes wide with fear. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It's okay, it was just a dream."
"No... no oh No that wasn't a dream...that was a nightmare..."
"Would you like a glass of water?"
"No..." He shook his head and gulped down some air. "Coffee...need to stay awake..."
"Nick..."
"I have to stay awake or he'll get me." He whispered urgently.
"Who?"
"Nigel." His voice was barely audible and it cracked as he whispered the name.
"Nick, he can't get you. Nigel Crane is dead."
His brown eyes brimmed with tears as realization struck him. "Oh God...I know Sara...but...I'm scared..."
"I know, honey, come here." She hugged him and he put his head on her shoulder, trying to hold back his tears.
"I need some coffee."
"What you need is to go home and rest." At these words, Nick tensed up.
"Home?" He lifted off her to look her in the eye. "And sleep?"
"Yes. I can let Grissom know if you want—"
"No, I can't go home..."
"Why?"
"He sees me through the hole in the wall."
Suddenly it all dawned on Sara. No wonder he was asleep on the couch, he hasn't slept since the encounter with Nigel.
"Nick, when was the last time you slept?"
"Just then."
"Besides that, when was the last time you slept? I don't mean a nap like today, I mean the last time you went home and had a good night's sleep."
By now, Nick had stood up and was pacing nervously. He paused and looked up at the ceiling, his hands resting on his hips as he thought. One hand reached up and wiped his mouth nervously. "Uhh...the night I got the first phone call."
"Two weeks ago?!"
Silently, he nodded.
"Nick, why?"
"Jesus Sara, the man was stalking me! He was in my attic, looking down at me. He knew EVERYTHING about me. He DIED in my house! He pointed a gun at me! There's a fucking hole in the ceiling where he looked down on me! God when I try to sleep I have a horrible nightmare, sometimes reliving exactly what happened, sometimes one of my friends is there, someone I love is in front of them, and Nigel will have the gun pointed at them. Sara...I can't go back...I just can't go back there..." Finally, his voice cracked and he let the tears fall from his eyes.
"Nick, come here." She opened her arms and he settled down on the couch, burying his face in her shoulder while she rubbed his back, trying to calm his tears.
The slight commotion caused Catherine Willows, a senior CSI to see what was going on in their break room. She walked by and looked in to see Nick and Sara cuddled on the couch crying. Sara looked up at her, and placed a finger to her lips to let Catherine know it was okay, and she didn't need to tell anyone about what was happening. Catherine nodded and let the two junior CSIs work things out. She had a feeling about Nick, that he wasn't as okay with everything as he seemed. She looked at the young man in a motherly way, and she was glad to see Sara was helping him get through his problems.
Once Nick's tears had subsided to a few hiccups and sniffles every now and again, Sara held him close, rubbing the back of his neck gently. "What are you gonna do?" She whispered into his hair.
"I dunno Sara. I thought about asking Warrick if I could crash at his place but it wouldn't work. I scream in my sleep, sometimes I cry when I'm alone. I can't help it, and guys just don't cry in front of other guys. We're stupid like that sometimes." He offered her a weak smile and looked into her eyes. She could tell his famous Texan grin with his bright eyes sparkling was hiding underneath his solemn expression, but it wasn't completely gone. She decided she would help him smile again.
"Pride."
"Exactly. I know War would say he understood and he wouldn't think I was a pansy or anything, but still, it would be weird. Personally, I wouldn't want him holding me in the middle of the night if I had a nightmare."
"That is a sight I would like to see."
"Shut up, Sar." Both breathed a laugh as he rested more on her. "But War's out of the question, Catherine would mother me and make sure I'd eat my vegetables, Greg would want me to stay up all night so we can swap 'manly stories' and it would just be weird living with Gris."
Sara sat quiet for a minute. "You know, I do have a guest room and a couch."
"Sara, it would be great, and I don't care about my reputation, Greg's got that shot, but I care about yours. It wouldn't look good if I moved in with you. The guys it wouldn't seem bad and Catherine it would be like she's my mom..."
"Look if people got nothing better to do than to talk about my living arrangements with a friend, then they really are not worth my worries."
"You sure?"
"Positive. How about we go out after shift, get some breakfast then go to your place to pack a few things. Then we'll get on over to my house and get you settled in."
"Only if you're absolutely sure."
"Nick, I'm absolutely, positively, completely sure."
"With sugar on top?" He asked with a small grin.
"And a cheery."
AN: So what do you think? Good, bad, Ugly?? My beta is... well I can't find her...HELLO?? BETA?! Well I lost Corporal Cupcake, but I can't wait to post this and get some reviews. If it's THAT bad I'll repost it once she reads it over...when I find her. And I promise these boring A/Ns will get shorter as I go along, I just had to introduce myself and all. Why are you still reading this? If you're still reading, then review and get out of here!!!