Summary: Strange events in the form of murder leave nothing, but trouble and confusion. Nick and Warrick are pulled into a world they were not ready for. It threatens not only their lives, but their sanity.
Disclaimer: This is all written in fun and trial for something new. Everything CSI is not mine and never will be. It belongs to the creative talent of the actors, the writers, the directors, and producers. I am not making any money off of this. Only meant to offer something new on something already so great. No reason to sue. And I also own nothing with the song used in this chapter. The words are simply being borrowed and placed in this text.
Title: Poisonous Fear
By: duffshel
Epilogue
His body protested his being awake. Nick managed to pull himself upright against his pillows, but it had taken some time to do so. After all, he had recently been stabbed in the lower back. His arm was throbbing once again underneath the new plaster. Hell, his entire being throbbed under the white sheet. It was hot in the room, but he hated to look at those damn hospital pants.
Soft snores filled the room from his sleeping partner. Nick had watched Warrick for a few minutes before turning his attention to the room they were in. It seemed odd they were together. After all, they had been put through hell and brought back. They should both be dead and where ever fate deemed a good place for the two of them.
Nick didn't deny that fact that he should probably be dead right now. He had slipped in and out of consciousness when the nurses were in the room. Through their quiet conversations and Warrick's guilt talks when he thought Nick couldn't hear, he knew about the stabbing and the poison. It had been close. Too close.
The sad thing, all he could really think about though was the fact he would probably be placed in the lab for good or never work a case alone again. Grissom had been there to see his weakness and it killed him a little inside. His partner was there as well, but he could live with his brother seeing him like that. Besides, Warrick had dealt with the poison in his system. He understood what it did.
Many people had been in their room. From listening to them talk to him and mumble amongst themselves, he learned only two days had passed since that day in that church. Two days since Tenner vanished without a trace. Two days since Ecklie had accepted his wrongs in this situation.
It didn't matter though. Nick didn't really care. He knew he should, but couldn't seem to bring himself to do it. It was clear that he would hide this away with everything else. There would be a new folder in his mind, right besides the babysitter, Hendler, Crane. They would all have their neat little white labels. The drawer would remain closed.
Nick turned his head slowly to the table next to his bed. The glass reflected the light from his monitor. An eerie green glow lit up the tiny world. Sara and Greg had brought this in for him. It should have freaked him out. But it didn't. It was beautiful and soothing all at the same time. It added to the comfort Warrick brought him from the other bed.
He knew he was safe. He knew Warrick would help him. His brother would receive his help as well. Their fears would go away. They would move forward. Eventually. Even if it was only on the surface.
The tiny frog chirped her song.
And Nick smiled.
"Serenity" by Godsmack
As I sit here and slowly close my eyes
I take another deep breath
And feel the wind pass through my body
I'm the one in your soul
Reflecting inner light
Protect the ones who hold you
Cradling your inner child
I need serenity
In a place where I can hide
I need serenity
Nothing changes, days go by
Where do we go when we just don't know? and
How do we relight the flame when it's cold?
Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing? and
When will we learn to control?
Tragic visions slowly stole my life
Tore away everything
Cheating me out of my time
I'm the one who loves you
No matter wrong or right
And every day I hold you
I hold you with my inner child
I need serenity
In a place where I can hide
I need serenity
Nothing changes, days go by
Where do we go when we just don't know? and
How do we relight the flame when it's cold?
Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing? and
When will we learn to control?
I need serenity
…Where do we go when we just don't know? and
I need serenity
…How do we relight the flame when it's cold?
I need serenity
…Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing? And
I need serenity
…When will we learn to control?
No one is immune to fear. It comes in many shapes and forms. To another, it may seem silly and stupid. But to the person experiencing that rush of blood, goose bumps from head to toe, and prickly hair on end, it makes all the sense. It erases all logic and reasoning from even the brightest. It brings out the trembling child in the biggest and strongest. A gun will not protect you. A friend will only fall with you. What is it that can make your heart stop?
The battle against one's fears has been going on since the beginning of time. Many have fallen into their living nightmares, others have risen above. Fear can be beaten, overridden. It is hard, many give up. But there is always an open window to the outside, a calm world away from demons and haunts. A world of complete serenity. Here, there are many weapons against the things that go bump in the night. A gun is not needed. A friend will walk besides you. What is it that can make your heart stronger?
Κατάληξη
Author's Final Note: Just want to thank everyone who read and/or reviewed this story. Thanks for putting up with me once again! I was completely nervous about it due to its pace, story line, and length. Glad to know this monster paid off. This was something that had been floating around for awhile. I wanted to see something about cults (before Shooting Stars was on television) and decided to write something with one in it. Fear and the human mind has been something I have always found interesting. Studied it a little in college along with Greek/Roman classics. Just kind of came together.
And also, I am asking for a little help with my next story. I don't have anything major to run with so I am asking all of you what you would like to see. Is there a story line you wish to see written? Is there something you would like me to try out? Hell, a sequel to this (though, might take longer)? I am open to any ideas. The only rules are that it must remain some what in cannon with the show, so no complete AU's, crossovers, or Mary sues. Somehow Nick and Warrick must be either the central or highly involved characters. And for those who do enjoy slash, I have nothing against it. So, let me know what you think either in a review, an email, or one of those new PM's.
Thanks again for all the support. I hope to see you all with something new once I get back from vacation. I have lots of lay-over time between flights so I should be able to get a lot done. Until next time! Bye!
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy New Year!
(Greek word for "ending")