entry 016 - csi [2/4]
Title: Changes and Chances [2/4]
Fandom: CSI
Characters: Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle, Nick Stokes
Rating: G
Genre: Family
Pairing: Mostly Nick/Sara and Gil/Sara
Spoilers: Living/Dead Doll
Summary: Chapter 2 -- He nod's his head when I ask him if he loves her.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't really want to. -shrugs-
CHAPTER 1
I know I shouldn't have been so mean to Nick. But I can't help it. I feel like he's stealing Sara away from me. And in reality, I realize he isn't, or he doesn't mean to, but... well, it's quite hard to explain.
You see, I'm in love with Sara Sidle. And in my eyes, so is Nick. Everything those two do, it just screams past relationship. Or in love. Or maybe even better couple.
But then there's Jim. He keeps saying I have nothing to worry about. And I want to believe him, I do. But Nick is just so damn protective of Sara in that boyfriendly way. What the hell am I suppose to think?
"Gil?" Catharine asks, sitting down beside me. I look toward her. She knows how I'm feeling right now. Other than Sara, she's the only one I can talk to. I nod my head to let her know I'm listening.
"He said he loved her," she says. I'm completely unaware that I let out a frustrated sigh. That's practical proof. He admits to loving her, in front of everybody else. But why won't he admit it to me. To my face.
"I know," I reply. I remember he's in there with her. How long as it been? A half hour maybe?
"There's something fishy going on between those two," I tell her. My mind is dead set on going in there. So I get up. In the back of my mind, I can hear Brass telling me not to go in there.
And I realize, he knows what's going on between them. So I don't listen to him. Now, usually, I think things like this through. Logically, of course, I wouldn't just storm in there, but I want some answer's, and I want them now. I arrive at the door, and uncharacteristically, bang it open.
I was ready to yell, but my voice was hitched in my throat. I could tell that that others were behind me, staring at the sight laid out in front of us.
And Jim says I had nothing to worry about. Speaking of him, I turn around, to see him grinning like a maniac. I truthfully, can't help but glare at him. I mean, one of my collegues, is sleeping in the same bed as my girlfriend. His arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She's practically folded into him.
AND I HAD NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!
Jim finally stops grinning [thank god, and looks at me. I know he know's I'm mad. I can hear him sigh.
"Whatever you do," he begins... but I storm in the room, slamming the door behind me. Too bad I never heard him say "don't make any assumptions."
I woke up to the sound of a door slamming. Quite loudly, and rudely, if you ask me. I immediately know it's Grissom, and try to talk to Sara telepathically. I know she's awake. And I know she's trying to block out my signals.
Damn, why is she so stubborn? I sigh, and soon find myself talking to her. If anything, she gives in too easily.
Are we going to tell him I ask. I see her nod her head, and I slowly turn to face him. Oh shit, he looks... pissed. I nudge Sara slightly, and I see her turn around, and gulp. This isn't going to be good.
"Hey Gil," I hear her mumble. I sit up slowly, then begin to help her. She smiles at me, he glares. Now this is a dog-eat-dog world.
"It's not what you think," I say. He quirks an eyebrow at me. Yes, I know, I treat her like a boyfriend would, but she's my little sister, who's been treated like shit her whole life. Is it so bad that I'm trying to make it up to her? I then realize Jim is in the room, and I nod to him
Behind him, everybody else is there. Warrick's looking at me, mirth in his eyes. Catharine... I think pity. Who knows? Greg and the rest, they're all just looking at Sara, Gil and I, back and forth. This just causes me to roll my eyes, and Sara to laugh.
"I want to know something," Grissom questions -"Do you love her?"
I sigh. Oh dear God, this again. I nod my head. And then see myself in pitch black. What the hell happened?
I can hear Sara calling Gil and idiot, and wiping me for some reason. Jim's telling Greg to get a wet towel. And blood's coming out of my nose.
Did Grissom just punch me?
NEXT CHAPTER
Fandom: CSI
Characters: Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle, Nick Stokes
Rating: G
Genre: Family
Pairing: Mostly Nick/Sara and Gil/Sara
Spoilers: Living/Dead Doll
Summary: Chapter 2 -- He nod's his head when I ask him if he loves her.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't really want to. -shrugs-
CHAPTER 1
I know I shouldn't have been so mean to Nick. But I can't help it. I feel like he's stealing Sara away from me. And in reality, I realize he isn't, or he doesn't mean to, but... well, it's quite hard to explain.
You see, I'm in love with Sara Sidle. And in my eyes, so is Nick. Everything those two do, it just screams past relationship. Or in love. Or maybe even better couple.
But then there's Jim. He keeps saying I have nothing to worry about. And I want to believe him, I do. But Nick is just so damn protective of Sara in that boyfriendly way. What the hell am I suppose to think?
"Gil?" Catharine asks, sitting down beside me. I look toward her. She knows how I'm feeling right now. Other than Sara, she's the only one I can talk to. I nod my head to let her know I'm listening.
"He said he loved her," she says. I'm completely unaware that I let out a frustrated sigh. That's practical proof. He admits to loving her, in front of everybody else. But why won't he admit it to me. To my face.
"I know," I reply. I remember he's in there with her. How long as it been? A half hour maybe?
"There's something fishy going on between those two," I tell her. My mind is dead set on going in there. So I get up. In the back of my mind, I can hear Brass telling me not to go in there.
And I realize, he knows what's going on between them. So I don't listen to him. Now, usually, I think things like this through. Logically, of course, I wouldn't just storm in there, but I want some answer's, and I want them now. I arrive at the door, and uncharacteristically, bang it open.
I was ready to yell, but my voice was hitched in my throat. I could tell that that others were behind me, staring at the sight laid out in front of us.
And Jim says I had nothing to worry about. Speaking of him, I turn around, to see him grinning like a maniac. I truthfully, can't help but glare at him. I mean, one of my collegues, is sleeping in the same bed as my girlfriend. His arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She's practically folded into him.
AND I HAD NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!
Jim finally stops grinning [thank god, and looks at me. I know he know's I'm mad. I can hear him sigh.
"Whatever you do," he begins... but I storm in the room, slamming the door behind me. Too bad I never heard him say "don't make any assumptions."
I woke up to the sound of a door slamming. Quite loudly, and rudely, if you ask me. I immediately know it's Grissom, and try to talk to Sara telepathically. I know she's awake. And I know she's trying to block out my signals.
Damn, why is she so stubborn? I sigh, and soon find myself talking to her. If anything, she gives in too easily.
Are we going to tell him I ask. I see her nod her head, and I slowly turn to face him. Oh shit, he looks... pissed. I nudge Sara slightly, and I see her turn around, and gulp. This isn't going to be good.
"Hey Gil," I hear her mumble. I sit up slowly, then begin to help her. She smiles at me, he glares. Now this is a dog-eat-dog world.
"It's not what you think," I say. He quirks an eyebrow at me. Yes, I know, I treat her like a boyfriend would, but she's my little sister, who's been treated like shit her whole life. Is it so bad that I'm trying to make it up to her? I then realize Jim is in the room, and I nod to him
Behind him, everybody else is there. Warrick's looking at me, mirth in his eyes. Catharine... I think pity. Who knows? Greg and the rest, they're all just looking at Sara, Gil and I, back and forth. This just causes me to roll my eyes, and Sara to laugh.
"I want to know something," Grissom questions -"Do you love her?"
I sigh. Oh dear God, this again. I nod my head. And then see myself in pitch black. What the hell happened?
I can hear Sara calling Gil and idiot, and wiping me for some reason. Jim's telling Greg to get a wet towel. And blood's coming out of my nose.
Did Grissom just punch me?
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