Grissom sat in his office. The crime lab personnel were bustling around in a hurry trying to solve the endless cases. Yet, he was doing absolutely nothing. He just stared at the telephone he had recently put down, with his eyebrows furrowed and a deep frown on his face.
This was how Catherine and Sara found him when they came to tell him Nick had gone home.
"Grissom?" Sara asked cautiously.
"Grissom!" Catherine practically yelled.
Grissom jumped. He stared up at them. "Yes?"
"You Okay?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
The girls looked doubtful, but didn't press the issue. "Just came to tell you Nick went home," Sara said.
"Why?" Grissom asked.
"Let's just say he wouldn't have a very clean desk if he stayed," Catherine explained.
Grissom nodded his understanding.
The two women left the room and headed back to Sara's office.
Grissom glanced at the phone again. (A/N: This is set before his surgery, I don't know about the rest of the story; just try to go along with it.) His doctor had called, he would be going in tomorrow for surgery. He didn't know whether to be excited or nervous. And what would he tell his team, or the team that was left.
Nick unlocked his Tahoe and got in. He shut the door and leaned back in the seat. He closed his eyes and sighed. He opened his eyes and started up the Tahoe.
He didn't even notice the car following him out of the parking lot.
He had been driving for 5 minutes before turning onto The Strip. He turned on his radio and country music poured into the vehicle.
He recognized the familiar tune and started to sing along.
I
woke up early with a poundin' in my head
I'd been out the night
before with all my friends
A little worried, kinda wonderin' what
I did
I said, " Lord, please forgive me for my sins."
My
wife wanted to kill me, but she tried to save me first
"You're
goin' if I have to drag your butt to church."
I love this
crazy, tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful, beautiful life
I
read the hymns and kinda sorta sang along
And made it through the
Sunday sermon wide awake
We met the family for dinner at our
home
Drank some beer, watched a game, and cooked some steaks
My
little brother had a big fight with his wife
And my poor mother
sat between 'em both all night
I love this crazy,
tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful, beautiful life
We
said a prayer for Cousin Michael in Iraq
We're all aware that he
may never make it back
We talked about the way we missed his
stupid jokes
And how he loved to be a soldier more than most
I
laid in bed that night and thought about the day
And how my life
is like a roller coaster ride
The ups and downs and crazy turns
along the way
It'll throw you off if you don't hold on tight
You
can't really smile until you've shed some tears
I could die today
or I might live on for years
I love this crazy,
tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful, beautiful life
I
love this crazy, tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful,
beautiful life
Alright
It's a beautiful life
Awful,
beautiful, life
I love this life
It's a beautiful life
(Darryl Worley's Awful Beautiful Life)
The song ended just as he pulled into his driveway. He parked the Tahoe and hopped out. He felt a little dizzy, so he stretched his arm out to the Tahoe to steady himself.
Once the wave of dizziness passed he walked to the front door and unlocked it. He walked inside and closed the door.
He was walking to the kitchen when he suddenly felt like puking. He dashed for the bathroom, but didn't quite make it to the toilet. He puked all over the bathroom floor.
Nick sighed and walked back to the kitchen grabbing the roll of paper towels. I wonder if this'll be enough, he thought. He returned to the bathroom and just laid a bunch of paper towels on the mess. I hope it absorbs some of it. He walked over to the closet to see if he had any clean towels. He sighed when he found none. Oh well, he thought as he walked back to the kitchen.
A/N: I know, sucky ending for the chapter, but I'm brain-dead. Thanks for reading, and please review.