The next 6 are part of a "series" that I dubbed "Through Their Eyes" in which Greg Sanders is the focus... But the main characters are the other 6 characters of CSI. Ironically enough, there's very LITTLE of Greg Sanders... But still centers him.

Title: Show
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Characters: Jim Brass, Greg Sanders
Prompt: #94. Old
Word Count: 818
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He was getting OLD, is what the problem was.
Author's Notes: Brass's Story. I have never written Brass. Have never even tried... And this is my first shot. Probably a little OOC but and a little bit confusing because to be honest, I didn't know exactly where I was going with it so... Hope it's okay.

It had started out as a joke. Some rookie cop had been rattling his mouth about how the CSIs were getting younger and younger as time went by and soon, they'd have teenagers running around solving crimes instead of causing them. Other cops laughed and agreed and as did Brass. Until suddenly the mood had been broken when that same cop mentioned how the same thing might be happening to the LVPD as well. As though to give a hint, he gave a side glance towards Brass' direction. Glaring, Brass only stated quite coldly, "If you spent more time working instead of yapping, maybe it could happen. For now though, I think I'm safe."

Quickly, the mood turned and the rest of group broke apart, mumbling excuses of work and what not. Brass huffed before downing a cup of coffee, that ended up being the coldest mush he had ever tasted. Disgusted, he stormed into his room, peeved beyond his mind for some reason he couldn't explain.

Soon, his phone rang and he had a case to solve, which meant the CSIs. Soon, he arrived at a Dance Club followed by Gil. Hanging around, he realized he couldn't seem to remember the last time he ever went dancing. Sure, he didn't like to dance, even as a teenager but when did he get so damn old! Did the years just pass by without his knowledge and force him into reality? Jesus, he even had an EX-wife and a daughter old enough to give her own body away. Where the hell had time gone? Then he realized, Gil was gone and he was left to interview the rest of the people at the club and time was passing once again.

But Gil returned soon after, just in the middle of his interview. And amusingly enough, there was the reason he was angry in the first place. So, he supposed it was no shock to himself that he snarked out a, "Hey, Gil. Wait. You've got something stuck to your shoe." As though not expecting a reply, he continued on, "Oh, no, it's just Sanders."

Greg looked at him strangely, a mix between a glare and amusement. Brass smirked at the reply and went on his merry way... as merry as interviewing anyone could be. He listened in on Greg and Gil's conversation as best he could without showing he wasn't really listening to his interviewee. It was when he heard Greg's comment of "I've never seen this place with the lights on before," that his fury came back to life. It was sorta like, DAMN this was just getting to be too much for him.

What the fuck was wrong with this world that he had to hear shit like that?

But he was getting off topic. He was getting OLD, is what the problem was. He didn't like the idea of having to give up his job because he couldn't do his job anymore. He could almost see it. Him, wrinkled and weak with very little ability of movement. Then seeing some young rookie, maybe even that brat cop who had been talking up a storm, getting the job he had worked too hard at.

Brass did have to admit. Time was going way too fast. Not that it was his fault or anything like that. It was just a natural progression of life.

He sat in his office, contemplating just where he was going with this. It really didn't matter that the CSIs were getting younger, was it? That really wasn't his problem. His problem was what he was going to do when he got too old for this job, which he had to admit was probably coming nearer and nearer. He didn't care that Greg was so young for a CSI. Hell, he had been too young to be a lab tech when he first entered and yet he still escalated to being the head DNA tech despite his age. If things went the same as they had then, Greg would definitely be up to Nick and Warrick's level in no time.

He had to say that he was fucking proud of the damn boy. Despite his annoying tendencies now and then, he had grown up since they had first hired him. Who cared about his age and shit like that. It was all the work he had put into everything.

He supposed that's where he was really getting at. Despite it all, age really didn't matter in this business. Hell, look at Grissom. He just hoped that he'd achieve a whole lot while he was still in his stand. And he sure as hell wanted to be around to keep watching Greg grow up even more. He didn't want to miss that show.