Living Again
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,721
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Living Again
OK so I’m not as well versed in writing CSI as I am in Harry Potter. Don’t kill me, maybe give my story a shot. Trust me, it’ll get better as it flows, hopefully.
As always I own nothing, except maybe my original character, but I don’t plan on making any money with this story. Just a few nice reviews maybe. They work so well on my crushed ego.
Nick Stokes didn’t hide his disappointment as he walked into the locker room and tossed down his duffle bag on the bench. Warrick watched as Nick yanked a t-shirt out of the bag and changed from his dress shirt and sports jacket. Something obviously didn’t go well with the date he’d gone on prior to his shift. Warrick kept his peace, something about the way Nick slammed his bag into his locker told him that teasing wouldn’t be welcome just yet.
Nick couldn’t believe it. He’d been on so many first dates that he’d lost count and yet he just couldn’t seem to find anyone worth bothering with a second try. Tonight there had been Rachel, who’d seemed nice and normal when he picked her up. Then she’d asked him about his work and she “ewwed” over learning that he dealt with trace evidence, which he’d had to explain to her meant everything from hair and blood to dirt. He didn’t want to think about Monica, Alexis (who he had inklings had been an Alex not long ago), Lola, or Brenda. He leaned his forehead against the cool metal of his locker and took deep breaths.
Ever since Sara had been kidnaped and rescued from the desert, Nick had realized that there was more to life than work. He should have realized it after his own abduction and time in the plexiglass coffin with fire ants for company. He cringed. If life could be stolen so quick, then he wanted to fill it full while he had the chance. He’d been given a second chance and he didn’t want to waste it. He had the career he loved. He had friends he cared about and who cared about him. He shot a look at Warrick, who was trying hard to pretend to retie his shoe. He had the material possessions he wanted, within reasoning. Now he wanted someone to share it all with. He envied Warrick, now married to a great woman. Hell, he envied Grissom and Sara, even if they were trying hard to pretend nothing had changed.
So where the hell was his mate. No, wait, he didn’t want a mate. No, he wanted a companion. Oh, hell. He wanted a woman to share his time and life with. Too bad that all the women he’d met through well meaning matchmaker friends or those chance encounters where asking someone you just met out sounds like a good idea turned into wasted hours of small talk with no spark. Was it so much to ask for an intelligent, attractive, single woman who understands the commitments his job requires? He banged his forehead against the locker lightly.
“Knocking yourself out won’t make it better, man.” Warrick offered, putting his foot down off the bench and standing up.
Nick shot him another look and stepped back from the locker. “I’m not so sure it won’t.”
“Not sure what won’t?” Greg Sanders asked, walking in and opening his own locker. “Not another bad date?”
Nick gritted his teeth. Greg wasn’t a bad guy, but he didn’t always know when to just leave it alone. He moved to walk out of the locker room, but Greg’s voice stopped him.
“You know, my sister just moved to town,” he started, putting something white up in his locker.
“You have a sister?” Warrick asked, rather surprised. They’d met Greg’s parents after his attack by the fannysmackers, but no sister.
Greg stepped back and tilted his head, taking in the look of his new addition. Nick looked closer. Was that some kind of needlepoint plaque?
“I have a twin sister.” He said, finding no fault in his hanging. “She’s a doctor, works at the same hospital as Tina, actually.”
“Greg, did you make that?” Nick asked, unable to hold back a chuckle as he pointed to what he now saw was some kind of sewn crime scene with Greg’s name in the center.
A blush crept up the younger CSI’s face. “No, Jessa, my sister, did. It’s one of her hobbies.”
Now Nick was hit by images of Greg in a dress with a needlepoint habit. It wasn’t exactly making him all tingly.
“Anyway, she’s new in town and since she’s on call most of the time, she really hasn’t gotten to meet too many people.” Greg’s point was clear, but Nick wasn’t biting. Not this time.
“Sorry, Greg, I’m taking myself out of the dating pool for awhile.” Nick said, turning to leave.
“But, she’s got a great personality.” Greg’s last ditch effort was met with a retreating back, which Warrick turned to follow.
He stopped before leaving and offered Greg some advice. “What would you say to someone trying to set you up with his sister who had a ‘great personality’?”
Realization flashed on Greg’s face as Warrick turned to leave. Walking from the locker room, he heard the sound of Greg’s head connecting with his locker.
As always I own nothing, except maybe my original character, but I don’t plan on making any money with this story. Just a few nice reviews maybe. They work so well on my crushed ego.
Nick Stokes didn’t hide his disappointment as he walked into the locker room and tossed down his duffle bag on the bench. Warrick watched as Nick yanked a t-shirt out of the bag and changed from his dress shirt and sports jacket. Something obviously didn’t go well with the date he’d gone on prior to his shift. Warrick kept his peace, something about the way Nick slammed his bag into his locker told him that teasing wouldn’t be welcome just yet.
Nick couldn’t believe it. He’d been on so many first dates that he’d lost count and yet he just couldn’t seem to find anyone worth bothering with a second try. Tonight there had been Rachel, who’d seemed nice and normal when he picked her up. Then she’d asked him about his work and she “ewwed” over learning that he dealt with trace evidence, which he’d had to explain to her meant everything from hair and blood to dirt. He didn’t want to think about Monica, Alexis (who he had inklings had been an Alex not long ago), Lola, or Brenda. He leaned his forehead against the cool metal of his locker and took deep breaths.
Ever since Sara had been kidnaped and rescued from the desert, Nick had realized that there was more to life than work. He should have realized it after his own abduction and time in the plexiglass coffin with fire ants for company. He cringed. If life could be stolen so quick, then he wanted to fill it full while he had the chance. He’d been given a second chance and he didn’t want to waste it. He had the career he loved. He had friends he cared about and who cared about him. He shot a look at Warrick, who was trying hard to pretend to retie his shoe. He had the material possessions he wanted, within reasoning. Now he wanted someone to share it all with. He envied Warrick, now married to a great woman. Hell, he envied Grissom and Sara, even if they were trying hard to pretend nothing had changed.
So where the hell was his mate. No, wait, he didn’t want a mate. No, he wanted a companion. Oh, hell. He wanted a woman to share his time and life with. Too bad that all the women he’d met through well meaning matchmaker friends or those chance encounters where asking someone you just met out sounds like a good idea turned into wasted hours of small talk with no spark. Was it so much to ask for an intelligent, attractive, single woman who understands the commitments his job requires? He banged his forehead against the locker lightly.
“Knocking yourself out won’t make it better, man.” Warrick offered, putting his foot down off the bench and standing up.
Nick shot him another look and stepped back from the locker. “I’m not so sure it won’t.”
“Not sure what won’t?” Greg Sanders asked, walking in and opening his own locker. “Not another bad date?”
Nick gritted his teeth. Greg wasn’t a bad guy, but he didn’t always know when to just leave it alone. He moved to walk out of the locker room, but Greg’s voice stopped him.
“You know, my sister just moved to town,” he started, putting something white up in his locker.
“You have a sister?” Warrick asked, rather surprised. They’d met Greg’s parents after his attack by the fannysmackers, but no sister.
Greg stepped back and tilted his head, taking in the look of his new addition. Nick looked closer. Was that some kind of needlepoint plaque?
“I have a twin sister.” He said, finding no fault in his hanging. “She’s a doctor, works at the same hospital as Tina, actually.”
“Greg, did you make that?” Nick asked, unable to hold back a chuckle as he pointed to what he now saw was some kind of sewn crime scene with Greg’s name in the center.
A blush crept up the younger CSI’s face. “No, Jessa, my sister, did. It’s one of her hobbies.”
Now Nick was hit by images of Greg in a dress with a needlepoint habit. It wasn’t exactly making him all tingly.
“Anyway, she’s new in town and since she’s on call most of the time, she really hasn’t gotten to meet too many people.” Greg’s point was clear, but Nick wasn’t biting. Not this time.
“Sorry, Greg, I’m taking myself out of the dating pool for awhile.” Nick said, turning to leave.
“But, she’s got a great personality.” Greg’s last ditch effort was met with a retreating back, which Warrick turned to follow.
He stopped before leaving and offered Greg some advice. “What would you say to someone trying to set you up with his sister who had a ‘great personality’?”
Realization flashed on Greg’s face as Warrick turned to leave. Walking from the locker room, he heard the sound of Greg’s head connecting with his locker.