Author's Introduction:
I heart Gil Grissom.
Big time.
And I have at least three fics I've been working on with him…but in the interest of the science we both love so much, I'm trying some smaller things first.
Call it an experiment. grins.
This also goes out in a roundabout way to Cloudy, who inadvertently gave me the idea for it in a conversation we had the other night. Having friends is really cool. And sometimes it's all that keeps us sane.
Just ask the graveyard shift.
But enough from me. I'm not who this story's about. They're all yours, Warrick…
Bad Hand
not the first CSI fic written by me, but the first posted.
Warrick Brown had a bad hand.
It had been a long time since he'd played this particular game, but he knew a bad hand when he saw one. Absolutely no pairs and his opponent was grinning at him, as if she could see his cards. He knew that wasn't true, however—he'd done his best to keep them hidden from her shifty eyes.
She looked over her own hand, tongue trapped between her teeth as she concentrated. The game filled her mind, filled her world.
Warrick knew that look of singular focus. He'd had that look on his face many times in his life, before he'd sworn off the cards for a while. He'd meant it to be for good, but when she'd shown up with the deck and asked for a hand or two, he could not refuse her. It was something about that smile—he couldn't say no.
But she was beating him, and good. For some reason, he hadn't expected her to be quite so skilled at the game. Maybe he was stuck back in the past, when he'd thought he could beat any hand and she was only the occasional pleasant surprise during his day.
Things were different now. Someone was dead and the cards didn't care, and she—she was starting to mean a tiny bit more every time he saw her. He couldn't help it. It was something about that smile.
He had to give her a good game. She deserved it. Regardless of past, present or future, she deserved no less than his full attention. He wouldn't let her down—would die rather than let her down.
Squaring his shoulders, he called her bluff.
"Got any sixes, Linds?"
The cute smile that enchanted everyone crossed Lindsey Willow's lips. "Nope. Go fish, Warrick!"
Author's Notes:
So, the first experiment, put out there. I know, it's REALLY short. Don't tell anyone that I came up with it at work. I'm sure they've got some kind of a lien on our thoughts over there.
I like spending time with Warrick. He's fun and easy to be around, a strong silent presence in the corner of my mind. I look forward to working more with him if he'll take me along.
Two things I like: donuts and reviews. Anyone?