Party Animal
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,260
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Party Animal
Dr. Gilbert Grissom doesn’t do parties. A common, yet wholly inaccurate proclamation, amongst most people that meet or work with Gil. He is the ultimate hermit. In fact, Catherine has accused him on more than one occasion of being just that.
The phrase ‘hermitically sealed condo’ comes to mind.
But Catherine is wrong; as is everyone who has made this common assumption in regards to his social habits. Sure, Gil is by no means a social butterfly; flitting to and fro to grace any and everyone with his presence. It just isn’t him.
But he is also no where near a recluse. He has friends and family. He frequents a local bar, names a few of the waitresses and bartenders as friends, something most people might find shocking. And he, does attend parties. Plenty of them. But they aren’t exactly up to the social and political standards that Ecklie, and those like him, live by.
No, he takes joy in the simplistic and more realistic social gatherings. Birthday parties, backyard cookouts, the occasional anniversary party; these are his forte.
He’s never been fond of the social functions he’s forced to attend on occasion, as those in his position often are. Wearing the uniform of conformity, Gil would shift uncomfortably in his tuxedo, praying for the night to be over. Catherine would oftentimes glare at him in annoyance, rolling her eyes as he finally gave up and excused himself from the party early.
It’s evenings such as those that he welcomes the inaccuracy of people’s preconceived notions, for Ecklie and the higher ups simply take his disappearing act in stride, chalking it up to another quirky trait of their resident ‘bug man’.
Gil doesn’t mind, because it makes his escapes easier, and less eventful. But on occasion, he wishes people would see the truth.
He loves parties. Real parties. He’s not exactly the life of the party, but he does like to see some life 'in' his parties. Be it a preening Lindsey as she stands poised to blow out the candles on her cake at her 12th birthday party, or the joyous laughter as he joins Warrick’s family for a cookout at Rick’s childhood home; Gil relishes these moments.
These are real parties. The ones you remember forever, capture in photo, and display in scrapbooks and photo albums to reminisce over later. The kind of party not planned by a professional; the pure perfection of the event possible because of the simple spontaneity behind it. He loves the comfort of being surrounded by his friends and family, the delicious aromas that float through the air from the food prepared (or purchased) from the heart; the wonderful conversations as he reconnects with loved ones. He’s more open and carefree at parties such as these, the love and happiness of those around him, creating a wondrous environment for his inner butterfly to finally break free.
Standing next to Warrick, at the surprise anniversary party Catherine and Nick have arranged, Gil feels like shouting to the world how much he loves parties. Looking at his lover, seeing the love and warmth reflected in those emerald orbs, Gil can’t help but smile. Looks as though 'his' world already knows.
THE END
The phrase ‘hermitically sealed condo’ comes to mind.
But Catherine is wrong; as is everyone who has made this common assumption in regards to his social habits. Sure, Gil is by no means a social butterfly; flitting to and fro to grace any and everyone with his presence. It just isn’t him.
But he is also no where near a recluse. He has friends and family. He frequents a local bar, names a few of the waitresses and bartenders as friends, something most people might find shocking. And he, does attend parties. Plenty of them. But they aren’t exactly up to the social and political standards that Ecklie, and those like him, live by.
No, he takes joy in the simplistic and more realistic social gatherings. Birthday parties, backyard cookouts, the occasional anniversary party; these are his forte.
He’s never been fond of the social functions he’s forced to attend on occasion, as those in his position often are. Wearing the uniform of conformity, Gil would shift uncomfortably in his tuxedo, praying for the night to be over. Catherine would oftentimes glare at him in annoyance, rolling her eyes as he finally gave up and excused himself from the party early.
It’s evenings such as those that he welcomes the inaccuracy of people’s preconceived notions, for Ecklie and the higher ups simply take his disappearing act in stride, chalking it up to another quirky trait of their resident ‘bug man’.
Gil doesn’t mind, because it makes his escapes easier, and less eventful. But on occasion, he wishes people would see the truth.
He loves parties. Real parties. He’s not exactly the life of the party, but he does like to see some life 'in' his parties. Be it a preening Lindsey as she stands poised to blow out the candles on her cake at her 12th birthday party, or the joyous laughter as he joins Warrick’s family for a cookout at Rick’s childhood home; Gil relishes these moments.
These are real parties. The ones you remember forever, capture in photo, and display in scrapbooks and photo albums to reminisce over later. The kind of party not planned by a professional; the pure perfection of the event possible because of the simple spontaneity behind it. He loves the comfort of being surrounded by his friends and family, the delicious aromas that float through the air from the food prepared (or purchased) from the heart; the wonderful conversations as he reconnects with loved ones. He’s more open and carefree at parties such as these, the love and happiness of those around him, creating a wondrous environment for his inner butterfly to finally break free.
Standing next to Warrick, at the surprise anniversary party Catherine and Nick have arranged, Gil feels like shouting to the world how much he loves parties. Looking at his lover, seeing the love and warmth reflected in those emerald orbs, Gil can’t help but smile. Looks as though 'his' world already knows.
THE END