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Fic: Patience
Title: Patience
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Grissom (mention of Catherine, Nick, Hodges, and Ecklie)
Rating: G
Summary: Grissom never really mastered one virture...
Warning: written for Anywhere But Here at gameofcards.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to CBS and the Bruckster. The OCs are mine.
Grissom's thumb tapped a steady, fast beat against the solid surface. Investigating his surroundings, he noted that everything was as it had been, two minutes ago, when he last checked. Finding a point in the distance to focus on, Grissom took deep, slow breaths, keeping everything in within his peripheral.
The slightest change would draw his attention.
Another deep breath.
More tapping.
Then a reach to fiddle with that switch, this knob.
Another sigh.
Anyone who ever claimed Gil Grissom was a patient man clearly never met him.
Rational? Yes.
Focused? Most definitely.
But never, ever, patient.
Every second that passed was another second that evidence could be lost. And, as he sat there, the seconds were ticking by.
Someone had committed a crime and, as he wasn't collecting evidence, they were getting farther away from justice.
No, he was here.
Trapped.
Catherine had told him once that a lack of patience didn't bode well for a doctor's reputation. Promptly reminding her that the joke didn't apply to him, as he wasn't a medical doctor, Catherine countered that, as a former coroner, he qualified as a medical doctor.
Grissom knew there was no point in dragging the conversation out, because he would lose.
Sometimes he thought she would actively test his patience, just to see how long he could hold out.
He had far more patience for her than he did anyone else.
Well, and Nick.
He had zero patience for Hodges.
Probably less for Conrad.
Well, maybe had a little more patience for Conrad than he did Hodges.
But not much.
The sound of a horn caused him to turn, and Grissom could see green arrows.
But not for him.
Grissom only huffed as cars in the turn lane next to him started moving.
He really hated red lights.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Grissom (mention of Catherine, Nick, Hodges, and Ecklie)
Rating: G
Summary: Grissom never really mastered one virture...
Warning: written for Anywhere But Here at gameofcards.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to CBS and the Bruckster. The OCs are mine.
Grissom's thumb tapped a steady, fast beat against the solid surface. Investigating his surroundings, he noted that everything was as it had been, two minutes ago, when he last checked. Finding a point in the distance to focus on, Grissom took deep, slow breaths, keeping everything in within his peripheral.
The slightest change would draw his attention.
Another deep breath.
More tapping.
Then a reach to fiddle with that switch, this knob.
Another sigh.
Anyone who ever claimed Gil Grissom was a patient man clearly never met him.
Rational? Yes.
Focused? Most definitely.
But never, ever, patient.
Every second that passed was another second that evidence could be lost. And, as he sat there, the seconds were ticking by.
Someone had committed a crime and, as he wasn't collecting evidence, they were getting farther away from justice.
No, he was here.
Trapped.
Catherine had told him once that a lack of patience didn't bode well for a doctor's reputation. Promptly reminding her that the joke didn't apply to him, as he wasn't a medical doctor, Catherine countered that, as a former coroner, he qualified as a medical doctor.
Grissom knew there was no point in dragging the conversation out, because he would lose.
Sometimes he thought she would actively test his patience, just to see how long he could hold out.
He had far more patience for her than he did anyone else.
Well, and Nick.
He had zero patience for Hodges.
Probably less for Conrad.
Well, maybe had a little more patience for Conrad than he did Hodges.
But not much.
The sound of a horn caused him to turn, and Grissom could see green arrows.
But not for him.
Grissom only huffed as cars in the turn lane next to him started moving.
He really hated red lights.