18 again
No, I'm really not 18 yet, let alone again..LOL But this the title of my first (and last so far:) ) CSI fic. It's kinda old, written in the Challenge 1 at
csianti_block but I thought I'd put it here as well:) It's nothing new, just my first attempt on CSI fiction:)
Title: 18 again
Characters: Greg, Grissom
Rating: PG
Challenge:1
...sometimes I feel I've got to...
Greg lifted his fist above his head and shook it.
...run away I've got to...
Now he did the same with his other fist.
...get away from the pain you drive in the heart of me...
Greg put his both hands in the air and shaked his butt to the rhythm only he could hear.
...the love we share seems to go nowhere...
Now he just slowly rocked from side to side with hands placed on his hips.
...I've lost my light for I toss and turn I can't sleep at night ...
The young CSI lowered himself so much that his back was almost touching the bench in the locker room and screamed together with Marilyn Manson.
...once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you...
Grissom watched the whole scene with an opened mouth, his lower jaw somewhere at his knees. There wasn't much he could say because of his loss of breath, but finally he exhaled "How...?" and went on staring at Greg who was now almost lying on the floor. The sudden slam of the door somewhere far away brought him back to the reality though and Grissom cleared his throat.
"Greg?"
"Hey, MTv boy!"
Grissom's voice was loud enough to shout down even Marilyn Manson, what surprised both men. Greg slowly turned around and saw Grissom leaning casually against the door with a file in his hand.
"I've already got the results we have been waiting for," Grissom said running his eyes over Greg.
"I... Uh... That's great." Greg forced a nervous smile while turning red.
"Yeah. I'm waiting in the lab. Come to look at them when you have... finished." It does not happen very often that Grissom can't find the right words (if it does happen at all) but unfortunately Greg wasn't in the right situation to enjoy this moment. Although it seemed that Grissom said everything he ever wanted to tell Greg, he didn't move from the the door and went on observing the younger man.
"What's up?" Greg wondered.
Grissom looked carefully around and then got as close to Greg as he could. "Well, I need something from you." he whispered.
Greg tried really hard to hide fear in his voice but wasn't successful. "W- What?"
Grissom looked around once more then grabbed Greg's shaking arm and dragged him to the back of the locker room. Not caring about younger man's accelerated breathing and visible fear in his pale face Grissom said "I saw you, Greg." Then he added as a matter of a fact "Dancing, of course."
"And?" gasped Greg, now more himself than ever in past few minutes. "Do you wanna blackmail me or what?"
Grissom thought about it for a while and then said "Kinda." Before Greg could make himself say something, Grissom went on. "As I said, Greg, I need something from you. I'm sure you're the right person to help me. And because I wanna get over it as quickly as possible, just listen now, ok?"
Greg nodded in a blank astonishment and waited for Grissom to go on.
"Although I still can't believe I did it and don't know what made me agree to that, last night I promised her I'd come. And I can't disappoint her now."
"My goddaughter, it's her birthday party," Grissom added as he noticed Greg's dense look.
"Aha. And what do you want from me?" Greg had no idea what was going on.
"Let me finish it, Greg. So... She told me she wanted me to join the fun," said Grissom with disgust. "Join the fun. That means she wants me to dance with her stoned and drunk friends and pretend I'm 18 again."
"You?" Greg couldn't stop from laugh. "Um,sorry, go on."
"Good," said Grissom sarcastically and looked into Greg's hazel eyes. "Let's give it straight. I wanna you to teach me dancing. I mean the things you had been doing before I disturbed you."
Greg couldn't believe what he was hearing at first. He had never thought he'd hear "Grissom" and "dancing" in one single sentence. Let alone from Grissom himself. But finally he came round and decided to grab his chance.
"OK, let's start." he said looking at shocked Grissom.
"Uh.. But I wanna only a quick lesson, Greg," said Grissom, his previous confidence gone.
Greg grinned and said "Don't worry, it'll be quick, but effective. Copy everything I do."
The whole previous scene repeated itself but with one remarkable difference. It was not only one man dancing any longer, but two of them and everything was perfectly synchronic.
"Now shake your ass!" exclaimed Greg totally devoured by the situation. "Hips, I meant hips." he was quickly trying to correct himself.
"I'm not gonna shake anything!" protested Grissom.
"But you should if you wanna look cool." Greg grinned.
"I'm sure he wants to look cool, but after the working time, please" Conrad Ecklie frowned. "There's some guys to put into the jail, back to work Grissom. You too Sanders, there's no time to play, you can do it in your free time," he added and headed away.
Grissom gave Greg look of disgust and rushed away to Ecklie. "Wait, it was not..."
"It wasn't my idea." sighed Greg. But then a little smile appeared on his face because he realized this was probably his first and last chance to see Grissom dancing. Greg had never known how goddamn good Grissom was at it.
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Lyrics by Marilyn Manson- "Tainted love" (I'm obsessed by this song)
And the "MTv boy" thing is from some epi of CSI, Who shot Sherlock? I guess, not sure though (you guys surely know lol)
-Bára
csianti_block but I thought I'd put it here as well:) It's nothing new, just my first attempt on CSI fiction:)
Title: 18 again
Characters: Greg, Grissom
Rating: PG
Challenge:1
...sometimes I feel I've got to...
Greg lifted his fist above his head and shook it.
...run away I've got to...
Now he did the same with his other fist.
...get away from the pain you drive in the heart of me...
Greg put his both hands in the air and shaked his butt to the rhythm only he could hear.
...the love we share seems to go nowhere...
Now he just slowly rocked from side to side with hands placed on his hips.
...I've lost my light for I toss and turn I can't sleep at night ...
The young CSI lowered himself so much that his back was almost touching the bench in the locker room and screamed together with Marilyn Manson.
...once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you...
Grissom watched the whole scene with an opened mouth, his lower jaw somewhere at his knees. There wasn't much he could say because of his loss of breath, but finally he exhaled "How...?" and went on staring at Greg who was now almost lying on the floor. The sudden slam of the door somewhere far away brought him back to the reality though and Grissom cleared his throat.
"Greg?"
"Hey, MTv boy!"
Grissom's voice was loud enough to shout down even Marilyn Manson, what surprised both men. Greg slowly turned around and saw Grissom leaning casually against the door with a file in his hand.
"I've already got the results we have been waiting for," Grissom said running his eyes over Greg.
"I... Uh... That's great." Greg forced a nervous smile while turning red.
"Yeah. I'm waiting in the lab. Come to look at them when you have... finished." It does not happen very often that Grissom can't find the right words (if it does happen at all) but unfortunately Greg wasn't in the right situation to enjoy this moment. Although it seemed that Grissom said everything he ever wanted to tell Greg, he didn't move from the the door and went on observing the younger man.
"What's up?" Greg wondered.
Grissom looked carefully around and then got as close to Greg as he could. "Well, I need something from you." he whispered.
Greg tried really hard to hide fear in his voice but wasn't successful. "W- What?"
Grissom looked around once more then grabbed Greg's shaking arm and dragged him to the back of the locker room. Not caring about younger man's accelerated breathing and visible fear in his pale face Grissom said "I saw you, Greg." Then he added as a matter of a fact "Dancing, of course."
"And?" gasped Greg, now more himself than ever in past few minutes. "Do you wanna blackmail me or what?"
Grissom thought about it for a while and then said "Kinda." Before Greg could make himself say something, Grissom went on. "As I said, Greg, I need something from you. I'm sure you're the right person to help me. And because I wanna get over it as quickly as possible, just listen now, ok?"
Greg nodded in a blank astonishment and waited for Grissom to go on.
"Although I still can't believe I did it and don't know what made me agree to that, last night I promised her I'd come. And I can't disappoint her now."
"My goddaughter, it's her birthday party," Grissom added as he noticed Greg's dense look.
"Aha. And what do you want from me?" Greg had no idea what was going on.
"Let me finish it, Greg. So... She told me she wanted me to join the fun," said Grissom with disgust. "Join the fun. That means she wants me to dance with her stoned and drunk friends and pretend I'm 18 again."
"You?" Greg couldn't stop from laugh. "Um,sorry, go on."
"Good," said Grissom sarcastically and looked into Greg's hazel eyes. "Let's give it straight. I wanna you to teach me dancing. I mean the things you had been doing before I disturbed you."
Greg couldn't believe what he was hearing at first. He had never thought he'd hear "Grissom" and "dancing" in one single sentence. Let alone from Grissom himself. But finally he came round and decided to grab his chance.
"OK, let's start." he said looking at shocked Grissom.
"Uh.. But I wanna only a quick lesson, Greg," said Grissom, his previous confidence gone.
Greg grinned and said "Don't worry, it'll be quick, but effective. Copy everything I do."
The whole previous scene repeated itself but with one remarkable difference. It was not only one man dancing any longer, but two of them and everything was perfectly synchronic.
"Now shake your ass!" exclaimed Greg totally devoured by the situation. "Hips, I meant hips." he was quickly trying to correct himself.
"I'm not gonna shake anything!" protested Grissom.
"But you should if you wanna look cool." Greg grinned.
"I'm sure he wants to look cool, but after the working time, please" Conrad Ecklie frowned. "There's some guys to put into the jail, back to work Grissom. You too Sanders, there's no time to play, you can do it in your free time," he added and headed away.
Grissom gave Greg look of disgust and rushed away to Ecklie. "Wait, it was not..."
"It wasn't my idea." sighed Greg. But then a little smile appeared on his face because he realized this was probably his first and last chance to see Grissom dancing. Greg had never known how goddamn good Grissom was at it.
***********
Lyrics by Marilyn Manson- "Tainted love" (I'm obsessed by this song)
And the "MTv boy" thing is from some epi of CSI, Who shot Sherlock? I guess, not sure though (you guys surely know lol)
-Bára