Now You See Me
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
Sorry it took me such a long time to update. I had an unexpected trip to Orlando, Florida for a FICPA conference and whatever time I don't spend eating or sleeping, I'm working. Once again, thanks for all your lovely reviews! Every little bit helps me become a better writer! I'm glad people are actually finding it at least a bit funny. I try my best to bring the best! So on I go!
So swallow the knife
Carve the way for your pride
Now our hands are tied
And the problems lie within
So we pray for night
To start over again
Story of the Year - Swallow the Knife
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 3- Grissom's News
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They all gathered in the break room that night, gulping down the fresh coffee Greg had just made. Nick hadn't gotten any after Greg found out that Nick had been the one to lock the doors and feed him to the sharks. He had tried to apologize many times, but Greg just wouldn't hear of it, so Nick had stopped trying. "Should have gone to Starbucks before shift," Nick murmured in Sara's ear when no one else was looking.
Sara snorted very unladylike behind her coffee cup. Catherine raised an eyebrow at her from across the table, but turned her attention back to what Grissom was saying. Sara leaned closer to Nick, "If you had gotten up earlier, we would have had time to go." She handed her coffee cup to Nick, who finished it off thankfully.
They slowly turned their attentions back to Grissom, who was talking away. His face was covered with concern and even what appeared to be a little anger. Sara had a hard time concentrating on what he was saying while Nick was sitting so close, the smell of his aftershave driving her crazy. He knew what it did to her and he wore it away, the bastard.
"Contrary to my request," Grissom was telling his team of CSIs, "there will be one reporter and one cameraman following on each of our cases for the next week." Sara caught the tail end of the sentence and looked up. How was that even possible, she wondered, but didn't dare ask.
"How is that possible?" Catherine asked as Sara thought it. "Don't you think they could contaminate all our crime scenes?" She seemed more upset than anyone else, except maybe Grissom.
"Yes, that's exactly what I think, but nobody asked me what I thought. We are all in over our heads right now because the department thinks that having the news reporters following us around everywhere will possibly bring in some extra money, which the department needs. So for now, we don't really have a say in the matter," Grissom retorted, exhausted of having to deal with everything as a supervisor.
Sara looked up at Grissom. He was starting to hand out the assignment sheets as a reporter walked into the break room, followed by a protesting Greg, "You REALLY aren't allowed in there!" he told the man stubbornly, but the reporter didn't seem to even hear him. The reporter walked right up to Grissom and extended his hand while introducing himself as Michael Wallace.
Warrick rolled his eyes and had to refrain from laughing when Grissom looked down at Wallace's hand as if it was a dirty gym sock. Without a word to Michael, he turned back to the graveyard shift and cleared his throat, looking down at the first slip of paper in his hand before handing it to Sara, "You and Nick have a DB in a motel pool. Detective Vega's waiting for you at the scene."
Sara nodded and Nick glanced over at Sara and the little slip of paper while Grissom explained his case with Catherine and Warrick. Michael Wallace left with Warrick, Catherine, and Grissom, leaving Sara and Nick alone in the break room briefly.
"Are you coming over later?" Nick asked, standing up to stretch his legs. Sara looked up from the paper to look at him. She didn't say a word and her eyes didn't seem to be trained on him. Sara cleared her throat and jerked her head just the slightest to the right, telling Nick to turn around. Behind him, the reporter who was going to follow them was standing in the doorway. Nick's stomach sank as he saw who is was: Ted Weston.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
Sorry it took me such a long time to update. I had an unexpected trip to Orlando, Florida for a FICPA conference and whatever time I don't spend eating or sleeping, I'm working. Once again, thanks for all your lovely reviews! Every little bit helps me become a better writer! I'm glad people are actually finding it at least a bit funny. I try my best to bring the best! So on I go!
So swallow the knife
Carve the way for your pride
Now our hands are tied
And the problems lie within
So we pray for night
To start over again
Story of the Year - Swallow the Knife
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 3- Grissom's News
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They all gathered in the break room that night, gulping down the fresh coffee Greg had just made. Nick hadn't gotten any after Greg found out that Nick had been the one to lock the doors and feed him to the sharks. He had tried to apologize many times, but Greg just wouldn't hear of it, so Nick had stopped trying. "Should have gone to Starbucks before shift," Nick murmured in Sara's ear when no one else was looking.
Sara snorted very unladylike behind her coffee cup. Catherine raised an eyebrow at her from across the table, but turned her attention back to what Grissom was saying. Sara leaned closer to Nick, "If you had gotten up earlier, we would have had time to go." She handed her coffee cup to Nick, who finished it off thankfully.
They slowly turned their attentions back to Grissom, who was talking away. His face was covered with concern and even what appeared to be a little anger. Sara had a hard time concentrating on what he was saying while Nick was sitting so close, the smell of his aftershave driving her crazy. He knew what it did to her and he wore it away, the bastard.
"Contrary to my request," Grissom was telling his team of CSIs, "there will be one reporter and one cameraman following on each of our cases for the next week." Sara caught the tail end of the sentence and looked up. How was that even possible, she wondered, but didn't dare ask.
"How is that possible?" Catherine asked as Sara thought it. "Don't you think they could contaminate all our crime scenes?" She seemed more upset than anyone else, except maybe Grissom.
"Yes, that's exactly what I think, but nobody asked me what I thought. We are all in over our heads right now because the department thinks that having the news reporters following us around everywhere will possibly bring in some extra money, which the department needs. So for now, we don't really have a say in the matter," Grissom retorted, exhausted of having to deal with everything as a supervisor.
Sara looked up at Grissom. He was starting to hand out the assignment sheets as a reporter walked into the break room, followed by a protesting Greg, "You REALLY aren't allowed in there!" he told the man stubbornly, but the reporter didn't seem to even hear him. The reporter walked right up to Grissom and extended his hand while introducing himself as Michael Wallace.
Warrick rolled his eyes and had to refrain from laughing when Grissom looked down at Wallace's hand as if it was a dirty gym sock. Without a word to Michael, he turned back to the graveyard shift and cleared his throat, looking down at the first slip of paper in his hand before handing it to Sara, "You and Nick have a DB in a motel pool. Detective Vega's waiting for you at the scene."
Sara nodded and Nick glanced over at Sara and the little slip of paper while Grissom explained his case with Catherine and Warrick. Michael Wallace left with Warrick, Catherine, and Grissom, leaving Sara and Nick alone in the break room briefly.
"Are you coming over later?" Nick asked, standing up to stretch his legs. Sara looked up from the paper to look at him. She didn't say a word and her eyes didn't seem to be trained on him. Sara cleared her throat and jerked her head just the slightest to the right, telling Nick to turn around. Behind him, the reporter who was going to follow them was standing in the doorway. Nick's stomach sank as he saw who is was: Ted Weston.