As You Like it Grissom
AS YOU LIKE IT GRISSOM
Title As You Like it Grissom
Author CR1
Pairing Grissom/Sara
Rating Teen
Spoilers Grave Danger
Disclaimer I do not own any CSI characters, I wish they were mine but they are not.
A grateful thanks to Grissom1 a wonderful Beta, also Mel and Sara_ Sidle_ Grissom for their ongoing encouragement. This is my first try at a WIP and I have a sad muse that will not let this idea go until I have something down.
Chapter1
In the business of the lab there was one small oasis of silence, through the glass windows and doors the low light could be seen, a specimen in his own right , sitting at his desk surrounded by his jars and books.
There sat Gil Grissom doing the one thing he hated most …paperwork.
As much as he would love to get out of it passing it to Cath it was not an option now ,not since her promotion , this mountain of triplicate and sign offs he had to do.
His team had not even arrived ,the joys of coming in early, so there was not even the lame excuse to check on what they were doing. A small laugh escaped from his lips, his team! , Greg and of course, Sara.
He looked at his watch and sighed, they would probably not start shift for another few hours, Sara would come in soon no dout, tying off loose ends of cases from the prevoius night. Grissom stretched as he resigned himself to the mountain of slips of paper that were cluttering his desk.
A few hours later, Grissom leaned back with a satisfied smirk on his face and an overflowing out tray and a thought of how much this would keep Eklie off his back He rubbed his eyes while removing his glasses, flexing his now sore neck and rolling it to loosen the knots. He relaxed for a moment looking around.
There a book caught his eye, one that just beckoned to him from underneath the pieces of redundant paperwork. He could get lost in that book. He had done it so many times before. Just to open it meant he could escape. His fingers caressed the binder as he looked around. He knew he shouldn’t but the pull was too strong. He opened the book and smiled. While he was transported to another time and place, the images of this life danced on the pages with the words.
He knew them so well as them he, but this time the so familiar words that basked his mind and soul were tinged with… were tinged with…
“We have a problem…” the gravity and urgency in Brass’s voice caught Grissom instantly, setting the book onto the desk , he listened intently ,as intently as he had been engrossed in his own thoughts a few minutes before.
Following Brass from his office a carefully discarded book lay among the files , its pages remaining open, beckoning the absent reader back to realize a part he still had to play …
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
A/N All the world's a stage is the phrase that begins a famous soliliquy fromWilliam Shakespeare’s As You Like It, The speech compares the world to a stage and life to a play, and catalogues the seven stages of a man's life, sometimes referred to as the seven ages of man.
Title As You Like it Grissom
Author CR1
Pairing Grissom/Sara
Rating Teen
Spoilers Grave Danger
Disclaimer I do not own any CSI characters, I wish they were mine but they are not.
A grateful thanks to Grissom1 a wonderful Beta, also Mel and Sara_ Sidle_ Grissom for their ongoing encouragement. This is my first try at a WIP and I have a sad muse that will not let this idea go until I have something down.
Chapter1
In the business of the lab there was one small oasis of silence, through the glass windows and doors the low light could be seen, a specimen in his own right , sitting at his desk surrounded by his jars and books.
There sat Gil Grissom doing the one thing he hated most …paperwork.
As much as he would love to get out of it passing it to Cath it was not an option now ,not since her promotion , this mountain of triplicate and sign offs he had to do.
His team had not even arrived ,the joys of coming in early, so there was not even the lame excuse to check on what they were doing. A small laugh escaped from his lips, his team! , Greg and of course, Sara.
He looked at his watch and sighed, they would probably not start shift for another few hours, Sara would come in soon no dout, tying off loose ends of cases from the prevoius night. Grissom stretched as he resigned himself to the mountain of slips of paper that were cluttering his desk.
A few hours later, Grissom leaned back with a satisfied smirk on his face and an overflowing out tray and a thought of how much this would keep Eklie off his back He rubbed his eyes while removing his glasses, flexing his now sore neck and rolling it to loosen the knots. He relaxed for a moment looking around.
There a book caught his eye, one that just beckoned to him from underneath the pieces of redundant paperwork. He could get lost in that book. He had done it so many times before. Just to open it meant he could escape. His fingers caressed the binder as he looked around. He knew he shouldn’t but the pull was too strong. He opened the book and smiled. While he was transported to another time and place, the images of this life danced on the pages with the words.
He knew them so well as them he, but this time the so familiar words that basked his mind and soul were tinged with… were tinged with…
“We have a problem…” the gravity and urgency in Brass’s voice caught Grissom instantly, setting the book onto the desk , he listened intently ,as intently as he had been engrossed in his own thoughts a few minutes before.
Following Brass from his office a carefully discarded book lay among the files , its pages remaining open, beckoning the absent reader back to realize a part he still had to play …
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
A/N All the world's a stage is the phrase that begins a famous soliliquy fromWilliam Shakespeare’s As You Like It, The speech compares the world to a stage and life to a play, and catalogues the seven stages of a man's life, sometimes referred to as the seven ages of man.