A/N: This is my first CSI fic. I've actually been meaning to write this for quite a while, truth be told, but never had a real fire in my belly to get it out until "Bang, Bang". Anything in italics is a flashback. Enjoy!
Spoilers: "Bang, Bang"
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI sigh. If I did… well. Let's just say that there'd be a whole bunch of different stuff on the show ;)
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Grissom looked through the window where his colleague, Jim Brass, lay in a hospital bed hooked up to multiple beeping machines. But Jim Brass was not just a colleague to Grissom, he was a person he could trust and confide in. He was a true friend, one of the few Grissom had. Surely this was hurting the rest of the team, but no one knew Brass like Grissom knew Brass. They had worked at the lab together for 14 years and in total for 20 years.
He remembered the first time he had responded to a call with Brass. Neither were rookies to their field of employment, but both were new to Las Vegas. Brass had held Grissom's current job, but he was, and still is, a cop on the inside, never a scientist. Grissom, on the other hand, was, and is, a scientist first and foremost. This is why it was so surprising that at that first crime scene they had hit it off so well.
"Jim Brass, just transferred from New Jersey," a younger Brass said, shaking Grissom's hand.
"Gil Grissom from California," Grissom replied, accepting Brass's hand.
"Let's just get one thing straight," Brass started, "I'm your superior, but the way I see it, you know way more about this forensic stuff than I ever will, so I'll just stay out of your way and stick to what I know best; being a cop and keeping everyone else safe."
Grissom gave a curt nod and began processing the scene.
Now, staring through the glass at his old friend, he hoped what they said about New Jersey was true, that only the strong survive. Brass had more than survived New Jersey, he had lived it. Grissom leaned his forehead against the window and watched as Brass's chest rose and fell with the aid of the respirator. "It's not New Jersey, buddy, but you've gotta survive it," he though to himself, his breath making condensation against the glass.
A/N: So yes, there you go. I'm a bit iffy on the ending, but I can't honestly say that I've ever written an ending I like. Hate it? Love it? Review!