entry 020 - csi [4/4]
Title: Changes and Chances [4/4]
Fandom: CSI
Characters: Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle, Nick Stokes
Rating: G
Genre: Family
Pairing: Gil/Sara, Nick/Sara
Spoilers: Dead/Living Doll, but not so much anymore.
Summary: Chapter 4 -- "I'm good for her, right?" He asks, a smirk forming.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't want to. Sorry.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
"We have time," Grissom replied, while the others nodded. I couldn't help but sigh in annoyance. Couldn't they understand that Sara and myself didn't quite want to explain this? Didn't they understand how complicated and confusing it is? Didn't they understand that my little sister was clearly, quite exhausted?
I guess not. I look over to see Sara's eyes closing a little bit, and nudge her lightly, causing her eyes to flutter open. I then look up and see everyone looking at us expectantly, except, Warrick, who could have possibly known all along. Shaking my head, I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water.
This is going to be tougher than I thought.
"Okay, first off," I begin looking around with a nasty glare -"Don't ask any questions until I'm totally done, okay?" I finish, arching my eyebrow, and see them all nodding. I myself nod, before letting out a big breath. I was never really ready to tell them exactly what happened with Sara and myself. I think it was because I myself did not want to come and agree with the incident.
"Nick," I hear Greg say, worry etched in his voice. My breathing becomes faster paced, and I can feel Sara's hand on my shoulder. I must not hyperventalate. After a quick few steady breaths, I look up with a new determination in my facial features.
"You gotta remember, I was young. I was confused. And most importantly, it was like I was a rebel." I begin, quite unsure of what I myself was saying. My eyes are narrow, and beginining to cloud. I can see everyone beginning to sit down, all eager to hear just exactly what I'm talking about. Sighing, I lean back on the bed, and look down.
"I was eighteen years old. I hated my parent's, and I wanted to leave. At the time I was getting ready to leave, I didn't know what was going on with Sara, and our parents. It's not like I could take Sara with me," I say shrugging my shoulders -"She was too young, and there's without a doubt our parents wouldn't let it happen." By this time I was fumbiling with my hands, not looking up at anyone, even Sara. I can feel tears falling down my cheeks, and I try not to let them fall, but fail.
I'm not really liking this. When I finally do look up, I can see the confusion held in all their eyes. I blink a couple of times, and then put my arm around Sara's waist, vaguely seeing Grissom's eyes narrow. Doesn't the man know I don't do incest? I shrug my shoulders, trying to loosen up the tension that had built up in them. Afterwards, I can feel Sara's eyes on me, and everone else's holding eagerness for me to continue. I close my eyes quickly, and then drop my head, trying to keep my eyes upwards. I let out a ragged breath, and then finally hold up my head, no longer afraid to come and admit the truth on what happened.
"For nearly five years, the two of us kept in touch, but something, whatever it was, happened. I regretted it afterwards when I learned about what happened to our parents, and I tried so many times to get in touch with you," I say, now looking over at Sara, her nodding her head in understanding. I quickly get off of the bed, and begin pacing around the hospital bedroom, soon enough closing and locking the door, so no nurses and doctors can enter.
"Nick," I hear Jim say, almost like a whisper. I look over at him, and see him nodding his head slightly, letting me know it's okay to go on with the story.
"After those five years, I began to work as a CSI." I finished, looking at my feet. -"Everyday went by, and each day, I wondered what was going on with Sara." I say, tearing up a little. I look over to her, and see her smiling, and I can't help but smile back.
"Then one day, Jim asked me to follow him, and I did. That was the day he showed me Sara. He knew right away from her records, and was especially surprised when she said she changed her name to Sidle." I finish, shrugging my shoulders like it was no big deal, even though I knew it was.
"No way," I hear Grissom whisper, looking to Sara, then me, then Jim, over and over again. I nod my head, and smile a little bit.
"I kind of figured." I heard Warrick say, and I couldn't help but look up at him, with my eyebrow arched up in confusion.
"Whaddya mean?" I ask, feeling quite surprised.
"Well, I realize now you were always protective of her, and always asking her about how good her boyfriends were, and so on." He replies shrugging, and winking at me.
"He's right." Catharine whispered, while Greg aggreed. I nodded my head, and looked up towards Grissom, who was now sitting down.
"Nick," I hear him mumble -"I'm so, so, so, terribly sorry for everything I did in the past day. If I had known..."
"It's okay Gill," I say, interrupting him. He nods his head, and then smiles.
"I'm gunna leave you two be now... and Nick?"
"Yeah Grissom?"
"I'm good for her, right?" He asks, a smirk forming.
"Maybe." I reply, smiling. I wink at him, to let him know I'm joking, and he leaves, with everyone following in pursuit. When we were finally alone, I looked over to Sara.
"That wasn't too bad." I say, before slinging my arm around her shoulders, and playing many games of Rock Paper Scissors with her.
Fandom: CSI
Characters: Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle, Nick Stokes
Rating: G
Genre: Family
Pairing: Gil/Sara, Nick/Sara
Spoilers: Dead/Living Doll, but not so much anymore.
Summary: Chapter 4 -- "I'm good for her, right?" He asks, a smirk forming.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't want to. Sorry.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
"We have time," Grissom replied, while the others nodded. I couldn't help but sigh in annoyance. Couldn't they understand that Sara and myself didn't quite want to explain this? Didn't they understand how complicated and confusing it is? Didn't they understand that my little sister was clearly, quite exhausted?
I guess not. I look over to see Sara's eyes closing a little bit, and nudge her lightly, causing her eyes to flutter open. I then look up and see everyone looking at us expectantly, except, Warrick, who could have possibly known all along. Shaking my head, I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water.
This is going to be tougher than I thought.
"Okay, first off," I begin looking around with a nasty glare -"Don't ask any questions until I'm totally done, okay?" I finish, arching my eyebrow, and see them all nodding. I myself nod, before letting out a big breath. I was never really ready to tell them exactly what happened with Sara and myself. I think it was because I myself did not want to come and agree with the incident.
"Nick," I hear Greg say, worry etched in his voice. My breathing becomes faster paced, and I can feel Sara's hand on my shoulder. I must not hyperventalate. After a quick few steady breaths, I look up with a new determination in my facial features.
"You gotta remember, I was young. I was confused. And most importantly, it was like I was a rebel." I begin, quite unsure of what I myself was saying. My eyes are narrow, and beginining to cloud. I can see everyone beginning to sit down, all eager to hear just exactly what I'm talking about. Sighing, I lean back on the bed, and look down.
"I was eighteen years old. I hated my parent's, and I wanted to leave. At the time I was getting ready to leave, I didn't know what was going on with Sara, and our parents. It's not like I could take Sara with me," I say shrugging my shoulders -"She was too young, and there's without a doubt our parents wouldn't let it happen." By this time I was fumbiling with my hands, not looking up at anyone, even Sara. I can feel tears falling down my cheeks, and I try not to let them fall, but fail.
I'm not really liking this. When I finally do look up, I can see the confusion held in all their eyes. I blink a couple of times, and then put my arm around Sara's waist, vaguely seeing Grissom's eyes narrow. Doesn't the man know I don't do incest? I shrug my shoulders, trying to loosen up the tension that had built up in them. Afterwards, I can feel Sara's eyes on me, and everone else's holding eagerness for me to continue. I close my eyes quickly, and then drop my head, trying to keep my eyes upwards. I let out a ragged breath, and then finally hold up my head, no longer afraid to come and admit the truth on what happened.
"For nearly five years, the two of us kept in touch, but something, whatever it was, happened. I regretted it afterwards when I learned about what happened to our parents, and I tried so many times to get in touch with you," I say, now looking over at Sara, her nodding her head in understanding. I quickly get off of the bed, and begin pacing around the hospital bedroom, soon enough closing and locking the door, so no nurses and doctors can enter.
"Nick," I hear Jim say, almost like a whisper. I look over at him, and see him nodding his head slightly, letting me know it's okay to go on with the story.
"After those five years, I began to work as a CSI." I finished, looking at my feet. -"Everyday went by, and each day, I wondered what was going on with Sara." I say, tearing up a little. I look over to her, and see her smiling, and I can't help but smile back.
"Then one day, Jim asked me to follow him, and I did. That was the day he showed me Sara. He knew right away from her records, and was especially surprised when she said she changed her name to Sidle." I finish, shrugging my shoulders like it was no big deal, even though I knew it was.
"No way," I hear Grissom whisper, looking to Sara, then me, then Jim, over and over again. I nod my head, and smile a little bit.
"I kind of figured." I heard Warrick say, and I couldn't help but look up at him, with my eyebrow arched up in confusion.
"Whaddya mean?" I ask, feeling quite surprised.
"Well, I realize now you were always protective of her, and always asking her about how good her boyfriends were, and so on." He replies shrugging, and winking at me.
"He's right." Catharine whispered, while Greg aggreed. I nodded my head, and looked up towards Grissom, who was now sitting down.
"Nick," I hear him mumble -"I'm so, so, so, terribly sorry for everything I did in the past day. If I had known..."
"It's okay Gill," I say, interrupting him. He nods his head, and then smiles.
"I'm gunna leave you two be now... and Nick?"
"Yeah Grissom?"
"I'm good for her, right?" He asks, a smirk forming.
"Maybe." I reply, smiling. I wink at him, to let him know I'm joking, and he leaves, with everyone following in pursuit. When we were finally alone, I looked over to Sara.
"That wasn't too bad." I say, before slinging my arm around her shoulders, and playing many games of Rock Paper Scissors with her.