All You Have To Say Is 'Stop'
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,648
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two….Gil’s POV
Gil had just finished working 26 hours straight. He was physically drained, but his mind kept processing the day and the crime scene he had just come from. As was department policy, he would not be allowed in the facility for the next 16 hours. Many times he had wondered if the powers that be would actually make good on their threat to suspend him if he worked more than a triple shift and didn’t take the mandatory break.
It was dark when he stepped outside and he was reminded again how each day seem to blend in with the next. He walked to his car knowing that if he went home now he would just toss and turn and be unable to sleep. He felt the miserable sensation of being too tired to sleep. He hadn’t been interested in going to breakfast with Nick, Sara and Greg. He knew he needed to process all that he was ruminating alone.
He drove toward the Stratosphere Casino in an upbeat mood. He changed the station from talk radio to an oldies station and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm to the song. Once he even joined in and sang along (badly) with the chorus. Doc Robbins would have laughed if he had been with him. Knowing the medical examiner like he did, Gil knew he probably would have suggested they form a band with a twisted name like 'Only the Dead Appreciate Us'. Gil grinned and shook his head at the idea.
The irony was not lost on Gil as he purchased his ticket and was securely strapped into the roller coaster. Insanity was an appropriate name for the roller coaster and it was not a bad analogy for his life. Benjamin Franklin had said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Gil was happy with his professional life and while he shied away from the accolades, he was proud of the fact that he was well-respected in his field. His personal life had some close acquaintances and family, but he spent a great deal of time alone in his pursuits. He had no real sorrows from the past, so he didn't live his life full of regrets for choices he had made. Oddly enough though, he also knew he had no dreams for the future. Of course he had goals, but those focused on his professional life, not his personal life.
Before he knew it, the ride began and he could feel the rush of adrenaline coarsing through his body. Insanity was one of the newest coasters in Vegas and at one point the riders dangled 880 feet over the Vegas sky. He had heard stories when the power went out and the riders dangled for 30 minutes. All he could think of was that it was a glorious view of the city and that he was almost 3 football fields distance from the ground.
Sadly, the ride ended and Gil found himelf wishing the power had gone out so he could capture the view. He stood on the observation deck and watched others take their turn until he felt his pulse return to a semblance of normal. He was now certain that he could go home, get something to eat and fall fast asleep.
He was lost in thought thinking about the results of his latest experiment and did not notice the woman in front of him turn around and run directly into him. Instinctively, he brought his arms up to keep her from falling. His first thought was that she was part of a pair of pickpockets that targeted the tourists until he saw her eyes.
He would have recognized her, although not easily. It was the first time he had seen her in…normal clothes, for lack of a better word. He had wanted to make amends with Heather for several months and each time had been uncertain what he could say. Her green eyes were startled at first and once she recognized him they became frosty.
Later he wouldn't remember exactly what he had said to convince her of his sincerity. He may have rehearsed the words so many times in his mind that it was just natural for him to say what he had. He knew that a lifetime could be spend earning someone's trust only to lose it in a split second.
Five minutes later they were in a small diner away from the strip having coffee. There was an initial polite strain to the conversation, but when they left some time later he was feeling the same sensations he had the first time he had been alone with Heather. He was enormously pleased when they parted as they had agreed to have breakfast Wednesday morning at the Dominion.
Gil had read all the classics at an early age. In his job he interacted with people who were constantly trying to hide their real personalities from the authorities. Part of Gil’s unwritten personal credo came from Hamlet: “This above all; to thine own self be true.” Polonius’s words to Laertes had impacted him as a teenager and he knew now that Heather was not ‘bringing out’ a dominant side of him-it had always been there. It had been dormant and there was no doubt in his mind that Heather was the right woman to explore this facet of his personality. Mainstream society would probably never understand the actual civility and grace behind the desires both of them had. What had made them compatible was not that Heather was surrendering to him (he mentally rolled his eyes at the cheesy romance term ‘surrendering’) but that both of them were each risking themselves and yet trusted the other one.
As Gil drove home, he remembered the last moments he had spent alone with her months earlier. He had been holding her head in his hands that night and was preparing to kiss her when his pager had beeped. As much as he hated to, he knew he had to check the message. One glanced confirmed that the moment was over for now and with his luck possibly lost forever.
“Lady Heather, I am very sorry, but I need to go to the lab,” he said gently to the woman before him.
Heather had been prepared to offer herself to him completely and this was not something she did casually. While she kept her face calm, she impulsively said, “Come back when you are finished.”
Inwardly Gil groaned. “I don’t want to lead you on or make any promises, but this could take several hours.”
She had smiled then and the 99 percent of Gil that was responsible, conscientious and driven to do his job had wanted to flush the pager down the nearest toilet.
“I will be here,” she said.
The next few hours were a blur and Gil returned to find that Heather had coffee and breakfast ready. Unfortunately, the encounter had ended poorly and abruptly when he found out she was diabetic and was prescribed insulin. She couldn't have known that was a key element in the murder he was investigating, but her admission was incriminating.
Gil had just finished working 26 hours straight. He was physically drained, but his mind kept processing the day and the crime scene he had just come from. As was department policy, he would not be allowed in the facility for the next 16 hours. Many times he had wondered if the powers that be would actually make good on their threat to suspend him if he worked more than a triple shift and didn’t take the mandatory break.
It was dark when he stepped outside and he was reminded again how each day seem to blend in with the next. He walked to his car knowing that if he went home now he would just toss and turn and be unable to sleep. He felt the miserable sensation of being too tired to sleep. He hadn’t been interested in going to breakfast with Nick, Sara and Greg. He knew he needed to process all that he was ruminating alone.
He drove toward the Stratosphere Casino in an upbeat mood. He changed the station from talk radio to an oldies station and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm to the song. Once he even joined in and sang along (badly) with the chorus. Doc Robbins would have laughed if he had been with him. Knowing the medical examiner like he did, Gil knew he probably would have suggested they form a band with a twisted name like 'Only the Dead Appreciate Us'. Gil grinned and shook his head at the idea.
The irony was not lost on Gil as he purchased his ticket and was securely strapped into the roller coaster. Insanity was an appropriate name for the roller coaster and it was not a bad analogy for his life. Benjamin Franklin had said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Gil was happy with his professional life and while he shied away from the accolades, he was proud of the fact that he was well-respected in his field. His personal life had some close acquaintances and family, but he spent a great deal of time alone in his pursuits. He had no real sorrows from the past, so he didn't live his life full of regrets for choices he had made. Oddly enough though, he also knew he had no dreams for the future. Of course he had goals, but those focused on his professional life, not his personal life.
Before he knew it, the ride began and he could feel the rush of adrenaline coarsing through his body. Insanity was one of the newest coasters in Vegas and at one point the riders dangled 880 feet over the Vegas sky. He had heard stories when the power went out and the riders dangled for 30 minutes. All he could think of was that it was a glorious view of the city and that he was almost 3 football fields distance from the ground.
Sadly, the ride ended and Gil found himelf wishing the power had gone out so he could capture the view. He stood on the observation deck and watched others take their turn until he felt his pulse return to a semblance of normal. He was now certain that he could go home, get something to eat and fall fast asleep.
He was lost in thought thinking about the results of his latest experiment and did not notice the woman in front of him turn around and run directly into him. Instinctively, he brought his arms up to keep her from falling. His first thought was that she was part of a pair of pickpockets that targeted the tourists until he saw her eyes.
He would have recognized her, although not easily. It was the first time he had seen her in…normal clothes, for lack of a better word. He had wanted to make amends with Heather for several months and each time had been uncertain what he could say. Her green eyes were startled at first and once she recognized him they became frosty.
Later he wouldn't remember exactly what he had said to convince her of his sincerity. He may have rehearsed the words so many times in his mind that it was just natural for him to say what he had. He knew that a lifetime could be spend earning someone's trust only to lose it in a split second.
Five minutes later they were in a small diner away from the strip having coffee. There was an initial polite strain to the conversation, but when they left some time later he was feeling the same sensations he had the first time he had been alone with Heather. He was enormously pleased when they parted as they had agreed to have breakfast Wednesday morning at the Dominion.
Gil had read all the classics at an early age. In his job he interacted with people who were constantly trying to hide their real personalities from the authorities. Part of Gil’s unwritten personal credo came from Hamlet: “This above all; to thine own self be true.” Polonius’s words to Laertes had impacted him as a teenager and he knew now that Heather was not ‘bringing out’ a dominant side of him-it had always been there. It had been dormant and there was no doubt in his mind that Heather was the right woman to explore this facet of his personality. Mainstream society would probably never understand the actual civility and grace behind the desires both of them had. What had made them compatible was not that Heather was surrendering to him (he mentally rolled his eyes at the cheesy romance term ‘surrendering’) but that both of them were each risking themselves and yet trusted the other one.
As Gil drove home, he remembered the last moments he had spent alone with her months earlier. He had been holding her head in his hands that night and was preparing to kiss her when his pager had beeped. As much as he hated to, he knew he had to check the message. One glanced confirmed that the moment was over for now and with his luck possibly lost forever.
“Lady Heather, I am very sorry, but I need to go to the lab,” he said gently to the woman before him.
Heather had been prepared to offer herself to him completely and this was not something she did casually. While she kept her face calm, she impulsively said, “Come back when you are finished.”
Inwardly Gil groaned. “I don’t want to lead you on or make any promises, but this could take several hours.”
She had smiled then and the 99 percent of Gil that was responsible, conscientious and driven to do his job had wanted to flush the pager down the nearest toilet.
“I will be here,” she said.
The next few hours were a blur and Gil returned to find that Heather had coffee and breakfast ready. Unfortunately, the encounter had ended poorly and abruptly when he found out she was diabetic and was prescribed insulin. She couldn't have known that was a key element in the murder he was investigating, but her admission was incriminating.