Fic: Muhammad and the Mountain
Title: Muhammad and the Mountain
Author: lady529
Disclaimer: Does not own. If owned, show would have more Hodges. Has no money. Ask bank. Bank will tell you.
Warnings and the likes: 'Evil satan ex-wives'.
Pairings: None
Summary: The Hodges way of viewing the whole Muhammad and the mountain-thing.
Spoilers: Not really..
There are some things everybody just knows. Like the fact that working overtime will not only get you more money, but also cut violently into any spare time you may wish to have. There are also some statements and sayings everybody just knows, like 'don't eat yellow snow', 'if you don't stop doing that you'll go blind' and the current catalyst for his irritation, the whole deal about Muhammad and his mountain.
Biggest load of crap Grissom's said this month, possibly all year.
Because that indicates that Muhammad wants to be where the mountain is. Which David does not. Want to. Be, that is. His mountain follows him around everywhere he goes, like some twisted dog/spitting cobra hybrid thing that not only stares him in the face with huge, brown eyes, but then decides to spit him in the aforementioned face and do a little dance before slithering away so fast he can't even see it.
He snorts, before realising that he's being watched closely by Wendy, who looks like the cat that ate the canary. David always thought that was a very bad look for her, and has no problems stating just that. She, of course, accuses him of being jealous that she's got a date come Saturday and he doesn't, before going off on a rant about how disgustingly perfect this date of hers is. He gently pushes her about two feet backwards before turning and closing the door to his lab in her face. Not that she notices.
He doesn't get why she's like this, why she has to rub everything in in a bad way. He at least rubs it in in what he hopes is a good way (because he doesn't know how to rub it in any other way, and no in-rubbing at all isn't exactly on the top of his features). Not only does she know that he hasn't had a date in forever, she knows that his ex-wife re-married two days ago, she knows that his ex and her husband wants him to give up and let the new 'daddy' adopt his kids, and she knows he's having more than a hard time dealing with it. So why can't she just leave him alone, like everybody else does? Even Greg plays it nice today, stopping by to deliver some trace, then again later to pick it up (after David's paged him). He suspects everybody knows, judging by the fact that the fight he thought he was in for with Ecklie never came, and the man's passed by his lab seven times this shift. Why Ecklie cares, he doesn't know. He's just glad he doesn't have to deal with that today.
Stani called him yesterday. From the flat he shares with Tasha, of course, not from his mother's house. David didn't really believe her when his ex called him, claiming that their two youngest ones really wanted to be adopted by Hank (what's with the name, anyway?), but how could he not even consider it when he hasn't seen any of them since they were 11 and 3 years old? Stani, of course, told him that if he gave up the fight he might as well not have bothered with the conversations they've been having the past two weeks since Tasha called him. Especially when it comes to Stacia. At almost 7, she's old enough to understand what being adopted means, even if she doesn't know the details, and she's also old enough to know that her mother isn't telling the truth about her dad (her REAL dad, not the icky fake one, as she so eloquently put it when she said she wanted her dad, and her mother told her Hank would be home later).
Message from brain: Overload. Suggested course of action: Go to the bathroom and splash cold water on face.
As he leaves the bathroom, he can't help the snicker that escapes him as he realises that not only has he thought of his ex as a spitting dog snake thing, he's also (pretty eloquently, if he might say so himself) defined his entire situation with her as a mountain. That moves around according to its own whimsy. Which is usually bothering him in hopes that he snaps. For good this time.
Upon entering his lab, he notices a small, rectangular white thing on his desk that he's pretty sure wasn't anywhere near there when he left. He eyes the sneaking piece of laminated quality paper as he approaches it, for all he knows it could be Wendy putting the picture of her latest date on his desk again, and he's getting sick and tired of the 'man, Hodges, I didn't know you liked your men THAT buff's that Warrick keeps throwing at him every time he's in trace and looks in David's trash can.
There's no hairless ape on the business card. On the contrary, it's a woman's business card. C.G. Nova, Attorney etc etc etc blah blah blah. Nova. He knows he should know where he has that name from, but wherever that is, it's not intending to tell him, so he tries to let it go and focus on whether or not he should actually give Nova a call. That's what Tasha and Stani had wanted him to do. Get a lawyer and fight their 'evil satan mother' (Tasha's words, not his. Whether or not he agreed wasn't the issue here) for the full custody of Alec and Stacia (he already had full custody of Ivan, thank heavens, otherwise she'd probably try taking him away too). He flips open his phone before he can talk himself out of it and dials the number on the card. Maybe he can get rid of at least parts of his whole mountain spitting puppy snake situation, it would after all be a lot easier if the mountain would just stay put so he could seek it out if he wanted.
Four hours later, as he's getting ready to leave, he sees Ecklie pass by his lab again. 8th time this shift. The Assistant Lab Director doesn't exactly look happy, but then again he never does, so David has no problems shrugging that off as he heads for the door. Just before it closes behind him, he realises where he knows the name C.G. Nova from as he hears three words he never expected to hear in his life from Conrad Ecklie.
"Good luck, Hodges."
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Edit #2: I've now tagged this and the first 'part' as "the Hodgespawn Series", so you'll be able to find any parts through that tag.
Edit #3: C.G. Nova's been correctly identified by an (as of now, at least) anonymous poster as Ecklie's ex wife. We've known for a couple of seasons now that Ecklie's divorced, and I couldn't keep from using that little tidbit of information for my fic. As we're never told anything about her, I filled in what gaps I felt were required, and voilá: C.G. Nova.
The Lady 529
Author: lady529
Disclaimer: Does not own. If owned, show would have more Hodges. Has no money. Ask bank. Bank will tell you.
Warnings and the likes: 'Evil satan ex-wives'.
Pairings: None
Summary: The Hodges way of viewing the whole Muhammad and the mountain-thing.
Spoilers: Not really..
There are some things everybody just knows. Like the fact that working overtime will not only get you more money, but also cut violently into any spare time you may wish to have. There are also some statements and sayings everybody just knows, like 'don't eat yellow snow', 'if you don't stop doing that you'll go blind' and the current catalyst for his irritation, the whole deal about Muhammad and his mountain.
Biggest load of crap Grissom's said this month, possibly all year.
Because that indicates that Muhammad wants to be where the mountain is. Which David does not. Want to. Be, that is. His mountain follows him around everywhere he goes, like some twisted dog/spitting cobra hybrid thing that not only stares him in the face with huge, brown eyes, but then decides to spit him in the aforementioned face and do a little dance before slithering away so fast he can't even see it.
He snorts, before realising that he's being watched closely by Wendy, who looks like the cat that ate the canary. David always thought that was a very bad look for her, and has no problems stating just that. She, of course, accuses him of being jealous that she's got a date come Saturday and he doesn't, before going off on a rant about how disgustingly perfect this date of hers is. He gently pushes her about two feet backwards before turning and closing the door to his lab in her face. Not that she notices.
He doesn't get why she's like this, why she has to rub everything in in a bad way. He at least rubs it in in what he hopes is a good way (because he doesn't know how to rub it in any other way, and no in-rubbing at all isn't exactly on the top of his features). Not only does she know that he hasn't had a date in forever, she knows that his ex-wife re-married two days ago, she knows that his ex and her husband wants him to give up and let the new 'daddy' adopt his kids, and she knows he's having more than a hard time dealing with it. So why can't she just leave him alone, like everybody else does? Even Greg plays it nice today, stopping by to deliver some trace, then again later to pick it up (after David's paged him). He suspects everybody knows, judging by the fact that the fight he thought he was in for with Ecklie never came, and the man's passed by his lab seven times this shift. Why Ecklie cares, he doesn't know. He's just glad he doesn't have to deal with that today.
Stani called him yesterday. From the flat he shares with Tasha, of course, not from his mother's house. David didn't really believe her when his ex called him, claiming that their two youngest ones really wanted to be adopted by Hank (what's with the name, anyway?), but how could he not even consider it when he hasn't seen any of them since they were 11 and 3 years old? Stani, of course, told him that if he gave up the fight he might as well not have bothered with the conversations they've been having the past two weeks since Tasha called him. Especially when it comes to Stacia. At almost 7, she's old enough to understand what being adopted means, even if she doesn't know the details, and she's also old enough to know that her mother isn't telling the truth about her dad (her REAL dad, not the icky fake one, as she so eloquently put it when she said she wanted her dad, and her mother told her Hank would be home later).
Message from brain: Overload. Suggested course of action: Go to the bathroom and splash cold water on face.
As he leaves the bathroom, he can't help the snicker that escapes him as he realises that not only has he thought of his ex as a spitting dog snake thing, he's also (pretty eloquently, if he might say so himself) defined his entire situation with her as a mountain. That moves around according to its own whimsy. Which is usually bothering him in hopes that he snaps. For good this time.
Upon entering his lab, he notices a small, rectangular white thing on his desk that he's pretty sure wasn't anywhere near there when he left. He eyes the sneaking piece of laminated quality paper as he approaches it, for all he knows it could be Wendy putting the picture of her latest date on his desk again, and he's getting sick and tired of the 'man, Hodges, I didn't know you liked your men THAT buff's that Warrick keeps throwing at him every time he's in trace and looks in David's trash can.
There's no hairless ape on the business card. On the contrary, it's a woman's business card. C.G. Nova, Attorney etc etc etc blah blah blah. Nova. He knows he should know where he has that name from, but wherever that is, it's not intending to tell him, so he tries to let it go and focus on whether or not he should actually give Nova a call. That's what Tasha and Stani had wanted him to do. Get a lawyer and fight their 'evil satan mother' (Tasha's words, not his. Whether or not he agreed wasn't the issue here) for the full custody of Alec and Stacia (he already had full custody of Ivan, thank heavens, otherwise she'd probably try taking him away too). He flips open his phone before he can talk himself out of it and dials the number on the card. Maybe he can get rid of at least parts of his whole mountain spitting puppy snake situation, it would after all be a lot easier if the mountain would just stay put so he could seek it out if he wanted.
Four hours later, as he's getting ready to leave, he sees Ecklie pass by his lab again. 8th time this shift. The Assistant Lab Director doesn't exactly look happy, but then again he never does, so David has no problems shrugging that off as he heads for the door. Just before it closes behind him, he realises where he knows the name C.G. Nova from as he hears three words he never expected to hear in his life from Conrad Ecklie.
"Good luck, Hodges."
- - - - -
Edit #2: I've now tagged this and the first 'part' as "the Hodgespawn Series", so you'll be able to find any parts through that tag.
Edit #3: C.G. Nova's been correctly identified by an (as of now, at least) anonymous poster as Ecklie's ex wife. We've known for a couple of seasons now that Ecklie's divorced, and I couldn't keep from using that little tidbit of information for my fic. As we're never told anything about her, I filled in what gaps I felt were required, and voilá: C.G. Nova.
The Lady 529