BDTH
Title: Bringing Down The House (4/?)
Author: curledfries
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Jerry’s.
Warnings: None whatsoever.
Spoilers: None.
A/T: For helena_eternal who’s been whining about it for some time now. Where are my notebooks, woman?! Also, it’s taken for me nearly a whole year to find where the piece of paper was so, here’s a recap:
Part 1 & 2
Part 3
David drew his thin jacket tighter around him, squinting into the distance and suppressing the urge to say “Are we there yet?” every five minutes. The window was rolled down and Nick was horrendously singing along with the radio (something about rascals and flats…) As a matter of fact, Nick seemed to be rather calm about the whole case, unlike David who was eager to get it over and done with, wanting to be back in the confines of his lab.
“What in the name of God are you listening to?”
“Rascal Flatts.”
“What did Rock & Roll ever do to you? No, let me rephrase that, what did my poor unsuspecting ears ever do to you?”
“Country music ain’t all that bad, Dave.”
“Says the man from Texas.”
Nick shook his head and laughed, surprised that he was enjoying the company. He’d been rather reluctant about it when Grissom had assigned the case to the both of them. If he thought about rationally, he had a right to be. Hundreds of miles away from Las Vegas, in a lone house, with a possible murderer a few miles away and of course, spending the whole day with David Hodges.
But it hadn’t turned out so bad. Nick was more or less getting used to the sarcasm that seeped from every sentence but he noticed that there were times that David would let his guard down and just…be himself, as cheesy as it sounds. He’d also seen David laugh and not that casual smirk he throws around in the labs, but an outright belly laugh and damn if that made something his chest loosen up.
He glanced at his rear view mirror, surprised that they were being followed by a police car. He checked the dashboard. Nope, they hadn’t exceeded the speed limit. He pulled over by the side of the road.
“You never grew out of your juvenile delinquency acts, did you? What could you have possibly done to make a police car notice us?”
“I spray-painted a middle finger at the back of the car,” Nick replied with a casual shrug and got out of the car.
“Afternoon, officer.”
“Afternoon. What you boys doin’ out here? Ain’t nobody been in this stretch of road for days now,”
“We’re just taking a drive. We’re on vacation, my friend’s in the car, he’s been pretty stressed up.”
“Alright then, you boys take care of yourselves, this stretch of road ain’t that safe ‘round at night so you be back before then, y’hear me?”
“Yeah, ‘course. Hey officer, you wouldn’t mind knowing a Chris Parker around here, would you?”
“Parker? Yeah, yeah I know him, moved out of that awful cabin of his two months ago.”
“Yeah? Where’d he go?”
“Why you wanna know, boy?”
“He’s an old friend, we’re actually on our way to visit him.”
“Hmm. Take a left at the next junction and drive on for about another 40 minutes, then you’ll come to a fork. Take the right and hang on for your lives coz it’ll be a bumpy ride. Thought he was whacked to choose that place. Ain’t nobody been there for years.”
“Alright, thanks officer, we appreciate it.”
Nick shook hands with the officer and got back into the car.
“Barely 2 days here and you’re already making friends. Way to go, Cowboy.”
“Chris Parker moved out of the cabin he had 2 months ago, we’re heading somewhere else.”
“Of course we are. I mean, what kind of criminal would you be if you’re making a CSI’s job easy, right?”
“That’s the David I know. Always looking on the bright side of life.”
Nick smiled when the man beside him gave a bark of laughter and drove off.
TBC (yet again)
Author: curledfries
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Jerry’s.
Warnings: None whatsoever.
Spoilers: None.
A/T: For helena_eternal who’s been whining about it for some time now. Where are my notebooks, woman?! Also, it’s taken for me nearly a whole year to find where the piece of paper was so, here’s a recap:
Part 1 & 2
Part 3
David drew his thin jacket tighter around him, squinting into the distance and suppressing the urge to say “Are we there yet?” every five minutes. The window was rolled down and Nick was horrendously singing along with the radio (something about rascals and flats…) As a matter of fact, Nick seemed to be rather calm about the whole case, unlike David who was eager to get it over and done with, wanting to be back in the confines of his lab.
“What in the name of God are you listening to?”
“Rascal Flatts.”
“What did Rock & Roll ever do to you? No, let me rephrase that, what did my poor unsuspecting ears ever do to you?”
“Country music ain’t all that bad, Dave.”
“Says the man from Texas.”
Nick shook his head and laughed, surprised that he was enjoying the company. He’d been rather reluctant about it when Grissom had assigned the case to the both of them. If he thought about rationally, he had a right to be. Hundreds of miles away from Las Vegas, in a lone house, with a possible murderer a few miles away and of course, spending the whole day with David Hodges.
But it hadn’t turned out so bad. Nick was more or less getting used to the sarcasm that seeped from every sentence but he noticed that there were times that David would let his guard down and just…be himself, as cheesy as it sounds. He’d also seen David laugh and not that casual smirk he throws around in the labs, but an outright belly laugh and damn if that made something his chest loosen up.
He glanced at his rear view mirror, surprised that they were being followed by a police car. He checked the dashboard. Nope, they hadn’t exceeded the speed limit. He pulled over by the side of the road.
“You never grew out of your juvenile delinquency acts, did you? What could you have possibly done to make a police car notice us?”
“I spray-painted a middle finger at the back of the car,” Nick replied with a casual shrug and got out of the car.
“Afternoon, officer.”
“Afternoon. What you boys doin’ out here? Ain’t nobody been in this stretch of road for days now,”
“We’re just taking a drive. We’re on vacation, my friend’s in the car, he’s been pretty stressed up.”
“Alright then, you boys take care of yourselves, this stretch of road ain’t that safe ‘round at night so you be back before then, y’hear me?”
“Yeah, ‘course. Hey officer, you wouldn’t mind knowing a Chris Parker around here, would you?”
“Parker? Yeah, yeah I know him, moved out of that awful cabin of his two months ago.”
“Yeah? Where’d he go?”
“Why you wanna know, boy?”
“He’s an old friend, we’re actually on our way to visit him.”
“Hmm. Take a left at the next junction and drive on for about another 40 minutes, then you’ll come to a fork. Take the right and hang on for your lives coz it’ll be a bumpy ride. Thought he was whacked to choose that place. Ain’t nobody been there for years.”
“Alright, thanks officer, we appreciate it.”
Nick shook hands with the officer and got back into the car.
“Barely 2 days here and you’re already making friends. Way to go, Cowboy.”
“Chris Parker moved out of the cabin he had 2 months ago, we’re heading somewhere else.”
“Of course we are. I mean, what kind of criminal would you be if you’re making a CSI’s job easy, right?”
“That’s the David I know. Always looking on the bright side of life.”
Nick smiled when the man beside him gave a bark of laughter and drove off.
TBC (yet again)