#crime scene investigation

[coppertophomegurl]

My type is women from early 2000s crime dramas with big sapphic vibes and dark wavy hair wearing red tank tops.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION *  assorted dialogue from season 1 of the show, adjust as necessary

you want to be different? pin me up against a wall; lay one on me like you mean it.

it could be four minutes. could be four days.

if you stay, with my right hand to god, you will never regret it.

i need you to roll up your sleeve and give me a pint of your blood.

how do you know all this crap?

it's our job to know stuff.

there are other ways to tell, you know.

i'm a scientist. i like to see it.

you're standing in my crime scene.

people leave us clues. they speak to us in thousands of different ways. it's our job to make sure we've tried to hear every single thing they've said.

stop flirting with me.

i can't believe i used to live in a place like this.

and here i had all this respect for you.

i come here for calamari.

well... that's good news.

no way. use your own hand.

you just compromised our investigation.

i guess you just have to be on the wrong end of an affair to understand.

look... could we have a truce?

blood's like my grandfather. never lies.

are you hitting on me, david?

you may not like where it takes you.

i think our killer was counting on that.

maybe i saw you perform.

what do you got for me? i could use a rush.

you don't owe me anything.

wow. you look so... normal.

when are we going to talk about what happened?

you'll have to excuse me.

somebody left a message. i need to see the rest of it.

you guys will never get it, will you?

you know, you can joke all you want. it's your ass on the line.

life's like holding a dove. you hold it too hard, you kill it. hold it too soft, and it'll fly away.

you look a little tired.

something very wrong happened in this plane.

now you want to go down that route?

please tell me you have something.

it took five people to kill him. it would have only taken one person to save his life.

you have empathy for her. you want someone to pay for what was done to her. that's normal.

you want to sleep with me?

how do you know about that already?

whoa. somebody likes their job.

hey! this has nothing to do with you!

why is it every time we meet you're wanting me to take my clothes off?

you weren't in your office.

you don't have a worry that technology is gonna make us obsolete?

next time, why don't you try talking to me instead of going around behind my back?

what the hell are you doing?

i don't know whether i'll help you or not.

i don't mean to stare.

am i disturbing you?

what are you so afraid of?

you could be a little more supportive.

you just love that, don't you?

i would never doubt your word.

how a person does one thing is how a person does everything.

so are you thinking what i'm thinking?

someone's bitter.

you're awake. i hate you.

i slept like a baby yesterday.

do you need a hand with that?

are you looking for work?

you can't read anymore?

i can't drink any more coffee. my body clock is so screwed up.

what do you drive?

how much do you make so you can take care of me?

caught in the act.

every day we meet people on the worst day of their lives.

i wish i were like you. i wish i didn't feel anything.

what do you do for fun?

[its-a-geeks-world]

spencer reid and sara sidle should make an "I-Have-A-Schizophrenic-Mother-And-Above-Average-Intelligence-And-I've-Lived-In-Vegas-And-Been-A-Crime-Fighter-And-I'm-Socially-Awkward-And-Also-Been-Kidnapped-Or-Almost-Blown-Up-A-Few-Times" Club.

I mean, it'd be a very exclusive club but at least there's more than one

[forensicfield]

[iasikaijutopia]

My favourite crime ladies 🥰

[fandomgirlz01]

This Can’t Be The End Pt. 1

Nick Stokes X Reader

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Request?: No

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Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,502

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Post Date: November 22nd 2022

Post Time: 11:09 pm

Summary: When Nick gets kidnapped, the reader is forced to fear the worst for her husband as she and the team work the case with hopes of bringing him home safe. 

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy it!!!

Nick’s Pov:

I close my locker after grabbing my gun along with my extra clips. I sit down and start the process of reloading the clips as Warrick walks in. He smiles at me before walking to his locker and taking his shirt off. 

“So I took my girl to that ultimate fight championship on Saturday night,” Warrick tells me as he clips his gun on his hip, then reaches into his locker to get a shirt. 

“Oh, yeah, yeah, down over at the, uh, spur? I was tellin’ y/n about that the other night. We were thinkin’ about going, but she ended up working,” I reply as I reload my gun clip while Warrick puts his shirt on.  

“Yeah. Almost ended up getting into a smack down of my own,” he tells me and I look up at him from the bench. 

“No way. You almost got into a beef?” I ask and he looks at me before nodding as he rolls his sleeves up. 

“You know, Tina doesn’t like me carrying a gun. I play down the fact that I’m a cop when I’m with her anyway,” he tells me and I go back to loading my gun clip as he turns back to his locker. 

“Yeah, yeah, you play the scientist card. I don’t have to do that,” I joke and he scoffs as he grabs his gun. 

“That’s ‘cause your wife works with you,” he says with a smirk and smile. 

“And I love it. I can see her whenever I’d like. You’re a ‘copologist,’” I joke and he nods his head, laughing and I laugh too. 

“Man, you’re whipped, man,” he tells me and I chuckle with a smile. 

“Hey. If it’s y/n, I don’t mind being whipped,” I reply with a shrug. 

“So, umm, we’re standing out in front of the hotel, making out and this guy walks up to me, gets in my face, and asks me how she is,” Warrick explains to me as he loads his clip into his gun then cocks it. 

“No, he didn’t,” I say in disbelief and he nods as he puts his gun back in his holster. 

“So?” I prompt him to continue. 

“I tell him to get lost,” he says with a wave of his hand. “He says, ‘make me.’ So I took a step forward and out of nowhere, his big, fat bodyguard, looking like wimpy from Popeye, walks up and starts to close in on me.”

“This fat boy is looking like he’s obviously carrying some sort of weapon and I'm standing there naked as a porn star with my girl,” he finishes his story and I look up at him. 

“Did you tell them you’re a ‘cop’?” I ask him as he now starts to roll his other sleeve up. 

“They didn’t seem to care,” he tells me as he shakes his head. 

“One of the guys sounded Russian, like he was wanna-be mafia,” he tells me like it’s a matter of fact as he finishes rolling his sleeve up. 

“Fat boy was obviously his bodyguard,” he says and I hum in agreement before looking back up at him. 

“So, uh, you know, I wasn’t physically afraid of the guys, but something was kind of sinister about them,” he tells me as he leans his hand on the shelf part of his locker and puts his other hand on his hip. 

“They were provoking me, but they weren’t making a move. It was almost like they were waiting for me to make a move. Say if I smacked big-mouth, fat boy would’ve come over and stabbed me or something,” he explains and I let out a puff of exhortation as I turn and pick up my gun. 

“Even fat boy was vibing me not to take the bait,” he says as I put my clip into my gun. 

“So what happened?” I ask as I turn to look at him again. 

“Well, valet finally brought Tina’s car up,” he tells me. “So, I maneuver her around these guys and I put her in her car, and I turn my back to them and let ‘em talk this smack,” he explains to me as he turns towards his locker, demonstrating what he did. 

“I’m calming Tina down. Tell her everything’s fine, she drives off and I walk away,” he continues as he turns back around now and I mess with my vest pocket. 

“I called Tina later on,” he explains as he grabs his jacket from his locker then closes it. 

“And I tell her, uh, you know, if she got any problem with me being a cop, she needs to get over it, ‘cause now I’m packing,” he finishes and I look up at him as I readjust my holster on my hip. 

“Yeah. Yeah,” I agree with him as I continue to readjust. 

“What’d you do on Sunday?” I ask him as I lean back and look at him again. 

“Scoured the hotel looking for these punks,” he tells me with a chortle before he turns and starts to put his jacket on as I get up to walk with him, letting out a laugh as I do. 

“Well, hey, I don’t blame you. I probably would’ve done the same if it was me and y/n,” I tell him as we walk out of the locker room. 

“No. You probably wouldn’t have waited to beat on them,” he says while rolling his eyes and I chuckle. 

“Nah, that’s where you're wrong, buddy. Y/n would’a beat me to it,” I say as I clap him on the shoulder while we walk through the halls of the lab and he chuckles. 

“You're probably right on that one. Y/n got a really good uppercut,” he agrees with me and I laugh. 

“Oh, my two favorite guys,” Cathrine says as she comes out of her office as we just walk into the hall. 

“So, I’ve got an assault at stripperama and a trash run at Flamingo and Koval. I’m too busy to play favorites so duke it out. I gotta go meet y/n at our scene,” she tells us as she hands Warrick the slips for each scene before starting to walk off. 

“Tell y/n I told her to call me!” I shout out to her and she smiles while nodding at me before fully walking off. 

“Duke it out! Boy better flip a coin. I’ll hurt you,” I say as I turn back to Warrick as he looks over both slips. I put my hand in my pocket to grab a coin. 

“Yeah, you better flip that coin,” Warrick jokes with a smile as I pull the coin out. 

“Call it in the air,” I tell him as I flip it. 

“Heads,” he says and I catch it before flipping it onto the back of my hand. 

“Have fun at the trash run,” he tells me as he rolls his tongue in his cheek and I grab my slip. 

“You know, I’d do two out of three, but you got a gambling problem,” I joke with him as I walk backwards away from him. 

“No, hey, you know what?” I say as I turn away from him. 

“You keep this,” I joke as I turn back around to face him with the coin held up. 

“It’s bad luck,” I finish off before tossing him the coin and he reaches up to catch it. 

I chuckle as I turn back around and head to my GMC SUV to head out. I hop in the car and my phone starts to ring. I pull it out of my pocket and smile when I see my wife’s number. 

“Well, hello, sweetheart,” I croon with a grin as I answer the phone and I hear her chuckle. 

“Hello to you too, my love. Cath told me you wanted me to call you?” she parrots my greeting and I can hear the smile in her voice. 

“Yeah. I just wanted to hear your voice. Haven’t seen you since you went into work this morning,” I explain and she giggles. 

“Aw, Nicky. It’s nice to hear your voice too. Are you on a case?” she asks and I hum as I put my key into the ignition. 

“Yeah. Just got into my SUV to drive to it,” I muse and I hear her hum. 

“Are you on your own for this one or are you with Warrick?” she asks and I sit back in my seat for a moment. 

“I’m on my own, babe,” I admit to her and I hear her sigh. I imagine her shaking her head. 

“Be careful, then. Ok, honey?” she asks me and I chuckle, nodding even though I know she can’t see me. 

“I promise I will be. You be safe out there too, ok?” I tell her and I know she nods even if I can’t see her. 

“I will. I’ll see you back at the lab, yeah?” she asks and I grin, imagining her leaning against a wall. 

“Of course you will,” I promise her and she giggles again. 

“Ok. Well, I have to go, hon. Cath needs me back in there. I love you,” she tells me and I smile again, nodding even though she can’t see me. 

“I should go too. Gotta get to that scene. I love you too,” I respond and picture her smiling.

“Ok. Bye, baby,” she says and I parrot her before we both hang up. 

Once I’m off the phone with her I buckle my seatbelt before setting my phone in the cup holder. Turning the key makes my SUV come to life and the music from earlier comes on. With a smile on my face I pull out of the parking space and start to drive to the scene. 

♪ It was Christmas in Las Vegas, 

when the locals take the town ♪

♪ Theresa hit a streak And laid her waitress apron down She’d been playing penny poker over at the old gold spike she’s won at Texas hold ‘em So she switched to let it ride ♪

♪ Then over on Fremont street, Six pits won her a car 

She rode it up the strip to where the flashy hotels are 

At first, she hit a royal, Not a dirty one this time 

And then she drew four deuces… ♪

I sing along with Bob Neuwirth as I drive, drumming my fingers on my steering wheel. About half way into the song I arrive on the scene and turn my car off. I put my camera around my neck as I get out, grabbing my CSI case from the back seat before starting to walk over to the officer on scene. 

“Nick,” the officer addresses me as I walk up to him. 

“D.A.,” I greet him back as we continue to walk. 

“What’s going on out here?” I ask and look at him. 

“Well, anonymous, 911 caller reported body parts in this area. I rolled and find this,” he explains until we come to a stop and he lifts his flashlight on the supposed body parts. 

“Hmm. Tasty,” I sarcastically joke before setting my case down and lifting my camera for a picture of what seems to be a pile of intestines. 

He keeps the light on it as I take a couple photos before bending down to my case. I start to throw out the cones I use and get ready to work. 

“Have any idea how long it’s going to take you to get this stuff out of here?” he asks me as I look up at him for a moment. 

“Well… I can’t move the, uh… the ‘body’ until the coroner releases the scene,” I tell him as I pause to look over it again. 

“It’s a busy night. It’s probably gonna take a while, man,” I explain as I lift my camera up to start taking more photos of the intestines and blood. 

“Great,” he replies in an annoyed tone as I continue to take photos. 

“Hey, you mind if I step away for a second?” he asks and I stop what I’m doing to look at him. 

“I need to get some fresh air…” he expands and I look back at the scene. 

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, take your time,” I tell him and he walks off as I continue to take pictures. 

I let out a puff of air at the smell and just as I do, the officer lets out a retching sound and I turn around as he pukes. I watch for a second, making sure he’s okay before pulling some gum out of my pocket. 

“Hey, you uh… want some gum?” I ask him as I hold the gum out. 

“No, thank you!” he tells me as he waves me off. 

I smirk as I turn back to the scene, taking the piece of gum out and sticking it in my own mouth. I then bend down and grab one of my small orange cones before lifting my flashlight up. He continues to cough as I start to walk around the scene, looking for any clues. 

I walk a small ways away before finding a smashed cigarette bud. I stop and put a cone down before taking another picture. I stand back up again and start to walk around some more before finding tire treads. I put the cone down again along with my flashlight before taking pictures of the treads and I look up to where they lead. 

When I look up, I see what seems to be a bag with a cup in it and I turn my gum over in my mouth. I pick my flashlight back up and shine the light over at the bag in confusion. I look at the bag, trying to figure it out for a moment before setting my flashlight back down. I pull some gloves out of my pocket and put them on before walking over.

The officer coughs again, making me stop and look at him for a moment. I turn back the other way as I shake my head in amusement and continue walking.

I walk over to it and bend down, setting my camera aside to look over how oddly placed it is. The officer coughs again and I turn back for a moment to look at him again before turning back to the item. I pick it up and look closer at it. 

“Well, that’s peculiar,” I think out loud before suddenly everything goes dark. 

Reader’s Pov:

“No. I’m telling you he really wants to go away for the weekend,” I tell Sara as we walk into the lab, both looking for Greg. 

“I don’t believe that for a second. Nick barely takes time off,” she disagrees with me, shaking her head as we walk through. 

“No. I’m telling you. He told me himself this morning that we're going to finally get our honeymoon that we didn’t get,” I explain and she shrugs as we walk into Greg’s office. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Sara replies coyly and I shake my head. 

“Believe what when you see it?” Greg asks as he looks up at me and Sara. 

“Y/n here says that ol’ Nicky promised her to take time off so they could go on the honeymoon they never got,” Sara explains as she jabs her thumb over at me. 

“I fully believe him! Nick just wants me to take time off is all,” I argue back with a shrug, even though I know that isn’t really one hundred percent true. 

“Sorry to tell ya y/n, but Sara’s right. Nick really doesn’t take time off. Heck, you should know that. You’ve been married since high school. You’ve been with him since you both started working here,” Greg sassily chimes in and I let out a huff as I cross my arms. 

“I’m telling you guys, Nick means it this time,” I promise them and they both just hum at me. 

“Anyway, Greg, were you able to find anything off the clothes?” Sara asks, changing the subject as she walks over to look at her victims' clothes. 

“And have you done the test on that paint found at our scene?” I ask him and he nods as he rolls over to get the paper and hand it to me. 

“Well, I went over them like you asked me to. The paint at first wasn’t matching too much, but I figured it out for you,” he tells me before walking over to Sarah as I look over the paper. 

“The blood on the shirt was a little weird looking, but I figured it out. I also found-” Greg explains to Sara but gets cut off when Catherine walks in. 

“Y/n, can we talk?” she asks as she looks at me. 

“Umm… sure. Can it wait like two minutes?” I ask her as I look at Sara, who shrugs and gives me a look begging me not to leave. 

“No. It can’t wait,” Catherine replies as she puts her hand on the table. 

“Really, Catherine, I need-” Sara starts, but stops when Catherine holds a hand up. 

“It’s about Nick…”Catherine speaks up and I freeze. 

“What about him?” I ask and she pauses as if trying to think of how to say it. 

“He’s disappeared from his crime scene… Grissom and I are about to go out and look it over,” Catherine breaks it to me easily and my heart drops. 

“I’m coming with you guys,” I immediately reply and she shakes her head. 

“Gris says you're off the case. You're too close to this one,” Catherine tells me with a shake of her head. 

“Where is he?” I ask her and she shakes her head. 

“He’s in his office getting his case,” she tells me and I bolt out of the room in a fast walk. 

I walk quickly through many corridors and labs before coming to his office. I storm in and he looks up at me from his desk. 

“I’m coming to the scene with you,” I demand and he shakes his head. 

“I can’t let you do that. You know how that would look,” he tells me, shaking his head and I sigh dejectedly as he looks at me from over the top of his glasses. 

“Gris, this is my husband. Let me at least come out to the scene, then I’ll stop,” I plead with him and he sighs before pausing to think it over. 

“Ok. Just to the scene. Then you’re done for tonight,” he pointedly tells me as he raises an eyebrow at me over his glasses. 

“Ok. I can do that, but I’m not going home. I wouldn’t be able to bear being there alone without him,” I admit and he nods in understanding. 

“Of course. Stay here or go home with one of us for the night. Warrick should be back in when we get back, maybe you can stick with him,” he tells me and I nod as I start to back out of his office. 

“I’ll go get my case. Are we all going together?” I ask and he nods. 

“Yeah. That might be best,” he agrees and I nod before walking completely out. 

I walk to my GMC SUV that exactly matches Nick’s and click the unlock button before opening the back door. Next I pull my case out and close the back door just as the door to the garage opens. Warrick walks through the door and looks over in my direction. 

He makes eye contact with me and then stands up from leaning on the door. He immediately rushes over to me before pulling me into a much needed hug. 

“I just heard. Just got back. How are you doing, sweets?” he asks me as he pulls back to look at me and tears make way to my eyes. 

“I'm scared, B. Really scared,” I tell him, using the nickname I know is reserved solely for me. 

Ever since I’ve known him, I had tried to find a nickname that would fit him well, but I couldn’t so together we decided that I’d call him B. It’s the first initial of his last name and when I had started using it, it just stuck. 

“I know. I know. Nick’s going to be fine. I’m sure he’s off somewhere and his phone just died again,” he sympathizes with me and I shake my head. 

“No. This is different… he would have found another way of communicating. You know that…” I reply and he sighs, nodding as he sticks his hands in his pockets. 

“I do know that. I’m sorry. I just thought it’d reassure your mind to think positively,” he explains and I smile softly at him. 

“And I thank you for that B, but unfortunately my mind can only think something bad has happened…” I trail off and he looks down at my hand. 

“Gris is letting you go on the scene?” he asks as he points down at my case. 

“He’s letting me come out to the scene, but that’s it. He told me I’m strictly off after. Told me to go home and obviously I told him I’d just stick around here. I’m not leaving and going home to a Nickless house,” I point out and he nods. 

“You can always hang around me. I’ll probably be here for most of the time,” he notes with a shrug and I nod. 

“I know, B. Thank you,” I tell him just as the door opens again. 

“Anytime,” he promises as Gil and Catherine walk through the door and over to us. 

“Ready to go?” Catherine asks and I nod, standing up as straight as I can. 

“Yeah. Let’s go…” I breathe out and they all give me sympathetic looks. 

“I’ll see you when you get back. Come find me if and when you need me, ok?” Warrick asks me and I nod as I purse my lips. 

He then pulls me into a hug and I melt into the brotherly embrace that I know so well. He holds me for a moment, rubbing my back lightly like he knows Nick does, but it only makes me choke up a little more. I hold back my tears as he pulls back and gives my arm one last squeeze before he walks back into the lab. 

Catherine walks over to me and wraps her arm around my shoulder. Together we walk over to Gil’s SUV and she clicks the unlock button. She opens the trunk door and slides her case in first. 

I then slide mine in after hers and she goes around the front to the passenger side. I follow along, but stop at the passenger side back door. She gets into the passenger seat and I get in behind her just as Gil walks out the garage door. 

He looks around for a moment before he makes eye contact with us and then he starts to come over to the SUV. He gets into the driver's seat and it’s quiet as he puts the key into the ignition, effectively starting the car up. After driving for a little while we arrive at the same scene Nick was supposed to be at. 

Together we get out of the car before going to the back to get our cases. Once we have our cases, we all walk up to Jim Brass, who’s already on scene. 

“Think. Did you see anybody else in the area?” Jim grills an officer before looking away from him. 

“I didn’t see anything, sir,” the officer tells him and Jim sighs, rubbing at his face before turning back to the officer. 

“I mean I only took my eyes off him for a couple seconds…” the officer explains and anger courses through me. 

“You’re not supposed to take your eyes off him ever,” Jim tells him in a very strict tone and I go to talk to the guy, but Catherine puts a hand on my arm to stop me. 

“Just be calm…” she softly tells me and I sigh. 

“How can I be calm, Cath? He took his eyes off him. He’s the reason my husband is missing and possibly even worse…” I choke out and she nods. 

“I know honey. I do, but you have to remain calm,” she reminds as she rubs her thumbs over my forearm in a soothing manner and I nod at her while wiping just under my eye. 

“He’s been gone maybe 25 minutes,” Jim tells us as he walks past us with anger clear on his face. 

Catherine keeps her hand on my arm as Grissom reaches up and puts his hand on her upper back as he nods at Jim. Grissom leads Catherine and Catherine leads me as all three of us walk over to the “crime scene.”  We stop at the intestines and Grissom takes his flashlight out to shine it on them. 

He then moves the light up as we all notice a cone by some tread marks. Catherine and I look at each other and nod. Together we get our flashlights out as well and we all slowly start to follow the tread marks. 

We follow them some more and find more cones laying out, telling us that Nick indeed was here. We keep walking until we come up to his vest laying on the floor and I let out a small gasp. Catherine bends down and sets her case down as she shines the light on his name tag, the one that exactly matches mine. 

I let out a puff of air and Grissom looks at me. He grabs my arm and rubs it for a moment as Catherine takes some gloves out. 

“You gonna be ok? Or do I need to get Jim over here to take care of you?” Grissom asks me as he rubs my upper arm lightly. 

“I’ll be ok…” I promise him and he nods before letting go. 

Catherine starts looking at his vest as Grissom continues to walk farther away from us. Catherine seems to find something so she pulls her tweezers out and grabs it. 

“I got some white fibers on Nick’s vest,” Catherine tells us as she pulls it off and looks closer at the fiber. 

She smells it before pulling it away from her face and looking at it some more. She looks up at me before turning back to her case. 

“Smells like alcohol,” she comments before she pulls out a bag and bags it up. 

Grissom walks a little further before coming to a stop and looking at something. I anxiously watch as he walks over to something else before bending down to it. Catherine looks up and over to Grissom as well. 

She then looks at me with confusion and I shrug. She stands up and together we both walk over to Grissom. As we get closer, we can see him holding a crime scene evidence bag up with a cup in it. 

“Why’d you bag that?” Catherine asks as we get a little closer to him. 

“I didn’t,” Grissom tells her and she looks at me again. 

“It’s the wrong color tape,” Catherine points out as we both bend down next to Grissom. 

“No initials on the seal… that’s not Nick's evidence,” Catherine continues to point out issues with it all as Grissom keeps it held up. 

“Maybe it’s a message…” Grissom observes as he looks over the evidence bag. 

“I’ll go try the garbage can,” Catherine chimes and Grissom nods. 

She walks over to the dumpster and I let out a sigh. Grissom looks up at me before turning around for a moment. He looks like he’s contemplating something before turning back around. He bends back down and I look with him, trying to see what he’s seeing, but all I can think about is Nick and tears well up in my eyes for a moment. 

I take a small step away and try to get my emotions under check. Once they are, I turn back to Grissom who still looks over the intestines very thoroughly. He keeps his light on them as he tries to figure something out. 

“Dumpster’s clean. No apparent blood or body parts,” Catherine announces as she stands fully upright inside of the dumpster before getting out and coming over to us. 

“Take a look at this…” Grissom tells her and she bends down next to me. 

“This seems contrived to me. The blood pool is too perfect. There’s no splatter. Like somebody placed these entrails,” Grissom points out as he shows us what he means with his flashlight and I gasp quietly. 

“You think…” I trail off, unable to ask what I know he’s saying. 

“A lure. To grab Nick…” Catherine confirms and I choke on air. 

“You’re saying you think they wanted Nick?” I ask and all goes fuzzy for a moment. 

“David, get this stuff to the doc,” Catherine declares as she turns to David, who’s behind us. 

“Look, I’m… I’m really sorry I didn’t get here sooner. Maybe if I had…” David apologizes, looks at me and I put a hand over my face. 

“Is she doing ok?” he asks when he sees me sway a little bit. 

“She’ll be fine. Don’t worry about her. We’ve got her and we’re gonna get him back,” Catherine promises as she wraps her arm around my waist to help steady me. 

“Gil, Catherine, what is she doing here? She’s too close to this, Gil,” comes the voice of Conrad Ecklie, making us all look at him as he walks up to us. 

“She’s only here for this. Then she’s done,” Gil explains and Ecklie sighs. 

“Ok. Only out here though. No farther…” he demands as he points at me and I nod. 

“Anyway, I want you all to know as far as I’m concerned, labs only got one case tonight. Same for the rest of the department,” Ecklie tells us and some relief makes way to me. 

“Thanks, Conrad,” Gil replies and I just nod at him. 

Another GMC drives up and Warrick gets out. He slams his door shut and quickly walks over to us. 

“Hey. You texted! What do you need me to do?” he asks as he stops in front of me and Catherine. 

“We need you to follow the dogs. Y/n needs to leave, she isn’t doing too well. Me and Griss are going to drive her back and let her sleep for a bit in the break room,” Catherine explains to him and Warrick nods before coming over to me. 

“Hey. Go sleep. I know you won’t probably be able to, but just try, ok? I promise we’ll find him,” he reassures me and I nod at him. 

He sighs before pulling me to him and giving my forehead a light kiss. He holds me in a tight hug for a few minutes before the K9 officers walk over with the dogs. He pulls away and looks at me for a moment and I nod lightly at him to tell him I’ll be ok. 

 He finally pulls away and walks over to the K9 officers. Catherine slowly starts to lead me away and back to the GMC. She helps me get in, seeing as I’m in a daze and then she and Grissom are putting the kits in the back. Once the kits are in the back, both her and Grissom get in. 

Grissom drives us back and when we get to the lab, Catherine leaves our kits in the GMC. She helps me in and walks me to the break room. 

“Here, try to get some sleep while we go over some of tonight’s evidence. Do you want to be there when I tell his parents?” she asks me and I sigh, nodding my head. 

“His… his mom… she’ll feel more comfortable with me in the room. His dad… he’s like my dad too. So yes, I want to be there please,” I tell her and she nods as she rubs up and down my back. 

“Well, I have to go see Dr. Robbins, then I’ll come get you when they get here, ok? Feel free to walk around if you can’t sleep,” she tells me and I nod numbly at her. 

She gets up and walks away, leaving me with a light blanket and small pillow. I sigh as I grab the pillow and lay the blanket over me. I curl up into a small ball and that’s when the tears start. 

I cry until slowly I can feel myself slip into a light sleep. It’s only a little while later that I wake up and blink my eyes. My eyes are sore and most likely red, but I don’t care as I stay laying on the couch for a bit. 

To Be Continued…

As of right now there is no tag list for this series, but if any of you would like us to make one we totally can. For now we have decided just to see if any of you like this one.

[stagefrightallnight]

i thought this was funny (and by funny i mean so relatable that i almost cried)

[mrbensonmum]

TV Shows - CSI: Las Vegas IX

After a long break and some thoughts about CSI: Las Vegas, I have to say that writing about the series is not as enjoyable for me as with Dr. House. Right now, I'm watching "Built to Kill" S7E1&2, and my desk already has bite marks because there are just so many things that annoy me and I find crappy in interpersonal relationships. (You just shouldn't treat others like that, no matter what the writers' intentions were.)

In this season, we also have to slowly say goodbye to Warrick as he gets shot towards the end (the actor couldn't agree on a new contract with the studio). It's a shame, I personally think it's a big loss. This triggers a kind of weird fluctuation in the cast. I can still remember some, especially Elisabeth Shue, whom I don't really like, but I really enjoyed her in the CSI role.

I also thought it was cool that we almost see the entire second tier of Bones actors spread out over the previous CSI seasons.

Of course, Jason Segel's appearance in three episodes was also really good.

The double feature from Quentin Tarantino was also pretty good and I think, that after that, the show got some minor changes in tone, color and camera composition.

This list could go on, but my wrists are asking for an end. I don't know what's next, but I'll probably finish the rewatch without writing about it anymore. Let's see what topic I choose next, maybe I'll see if there's more to explore with Dr. House. Or I'll venture into entirely new territories. I just want to go with the flow, but for now, CSI: Las Vegas is over.

[keenmoonus]

oh boy she was stunning in this episode

s13ep04 "it was a very good year"

[timaeusluver88990]

You want me to believe Gil and Sara wouldn’t want kids?

Hollywood just loves making up problems where there are none😒

Look how beautiful their babies would look🥲

LOOK AT THEM 😭😭😭

[nicolechaos1]

[coppertophomegurl]

Some thoughts on Nick Stokes.

I love CSI for showing a tough "man's man" from Texas who loves beer and football, but also regularly cries and shows a full range of emotions.

I see cop/crime dramas so often make the men steely and hardened and emotionless and immune to the horror they see.

I love that CSI actually show that the crimes really get to Nick. He cries. At crime scenes. At work. And he doesn't apologize for it. And his coworkers don't make fun of him for it.

I love it. I love it.

[its-a-geeks-world]

Greg: I almost got blown up in the spring of '03

Sara: me too. And then held hostage by a mentally unstable rapist two years later.

Nick: and a couple weeks afterwards I was kidnapped and buried for a few hours.

Brass: I got shot in May of 2006.

Sara: and about a year later I was kidnapped and left to die in the desert.

Me: (...) Have y'all... considered skipping Vegas for a couple weeks each year around May?? No?? OK.

(...)

Langston: did I ever tell you about the time I was stabbed-

Yes it's me. I'm back. With the absolute definition of a shit post. Enjoy.

[forensicfield]

[letthewhumpbegin]

Suspect on Location - CSI

Fandom: CSI Characters: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes Prompt: This was written for the prompt "Gunshot Wound" off my @badthingshappenbingo card. (Card at the bottom of this post). Word count: 1883 Warnings: contains descriptions of gunshot wound, blood, hospital

The gunshot echoed loudly through the warehouse. The crime scene they were working should have been abandoned apart from Nick, Greg, and a few officers. But this unmistaken sound of a gunshot confirmed that the crime scene certainly hadn't been secured properly.

Nick had never dropped himself to the ground any faster. Everything around him happened in a blur. People running, people yelling, the crackling of radio calls, and finally the words yelled through the warehouse Nick had been dreading.

"Suspect on location! Shots fired! One man down!"

Man down? Nick hurriedly scrambled to his feet, forgetting all danger immediately. A horrible sense of foreboding had taken a hold of him. The gunshot had sounded from his left, in between the endless rows of ceiling-high shelving units. The area Greg was working...

"Greg?!" Nick called out, already panicked at the lack of response or sight of his partner. He sprinted through the aisles in between the shelving units. "Greg, answer me, buddy!" Nick ran through the maze of aisles, until he was finally met with a sight that made his heart drop right to the bottom of his shoes.

There, halfway down the umpteenth aisle Nick turned into, lay Greg. There was no doubt he had been on the receiving end of the gunshot which had sounded through the warehouse not a minute ago.

"No, no, no, no..." Nick skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees by Greg's side. The younger CSI lay on his back, trembling hands hovering over an obvious gunshot wound to his abdomen, and the most indescribable fear in his eyes.

"He... he c-came out of nowhere..." Greg stammered frantically, "I-- I didn't even have time... have time... to pull my gun..." He was hyperventilating by now, barely able to get any more words out, and there wasn't a muscle in his body that didn't tremble. "Calm down." Nick tried to sooth. "You did nothing wrong, calm down."

Running footsteps announced the arrival of someone. Nick was swiftly back on his feet and quick to draw his gun. He didn't know whether or not the suspect had been apprehended and he sure wasn't going to take any chances.

"Whoa!" One of the officers on the scene came to a skidding stop, raising his hands in surrender when he saw the gun aimed at him. "Sorry." Nick immediately stowed his gun away again. "Call this in. Tell them we have a CSI down and we need an ambulance straight away."

As the officer trotted away to do as he was asked, Nick shook off the jacket he wore. It would at least be a little while until the ambulance was here, and he needed to slow the bleeding. He knelt down by Greg's side again, placing his folded up jacket over the wound. "I'm sorry, man, but you're not going to like me for this." Nick dreaded what he was about to do. Greg's teeth chattered with fear and pain. "I know."

Nick placed his hands over the jacket and slowly increased the pressure. He felt Greg writhe under his hands. The younger CSI whimper loudly, and a single tear rolled from the corner of his eye as his pain even further increased.

"Stop... stop, please..." Greg finally pleaded. Nick shook his head, swallowing back the lump in his throat. "I can't. I have to keep pressure on this." "I can't t--take it." Tears now streamed down Greg's face. "P-please... it hurts." He tried to push Nick's hands away, but couldn't find much strength to do so.

If Nick would have thought it was a good idea to release the pressure, he would have done so. But the amount of blood already on his hands and jacket was fairly worrying, so he knew he couldn't. "I'm sorry, buddy, I'm sorry. You'll be alright." Nick repeated the words under his breath like a mantra.

Finally, after what felt like hours to Nick, Greg lay still. He was somewhere in between consciousness and unconsciousness, but didn't seem quite aware of what was happening anymore. Each of his short, hitched breaths was followed by an involuntary whimper in pain.

It didn't go unnoticed to Nick that his partner was getting less and less responsive. "Come on, Greg, stay with me." Nick gently tapped Greg's cheek. "Help is on the way. I'm gonna make sure you're alright, but I need you to stay awake, alright?" Greg's glassy gaze landed on Nick's face. He tried to speak, but no coherent words came out.

It scared Nick shitless to see Greg like this, and it only confirmed to him how serious this situation indeed was. He was just about to lose his cool altogether, when Nick heard the sound that answered all his prayers: paramedics arriving.

Not a minute later, Nick was caught in a whirlwind of things happening around him. He was gently pushed aside as his hands pressing onto Greg's abdomen were replaced by a paramedic's hands. He watched as if through a fog while the paramedics cut Greg's shirt open, applied electrodes to his chest for the heart monitor, and read out some statistics on his vitals.

"Heart rate elevated... blood pressure on the low side, but steady... significant bleeding..."

None of these phrases Nick overheard did much to ease his fears. It only confirmed what he already knew: this was serious.

The paramedics wasted no time in moving Greg onto the gurney and readying him for transport. Greg was completely unresponsive by now. Whether he had passed out or was knocked out by drugs the paramedics had administered, Nick did not know.

Nick hurried after them as Greg was wheeled to the ambulance. "Where are you taking him?" He called after the paramedics. "Sunrise." One of them called back, before slamming the doors of the ambulance shut.

Nick had never felt so helpless as when he watched the ambulance speed away, lights flashing and sirens blaring. He needed to stay here at the scene, at least until he could hand over the case to someone else, and couldn't go with Greg to the hospital right now. Nick took a shuddering breath. "Hang in there, buddy."

---

"Nick?" Nick wasn't sure how long he had stood there, in the middle of the warehouse's parking lot, staring after the ambulance that had long since disappeared from view.

Nick awoke from his trance to find Russell standing in front of him, looking absolutely shocked and horrified. "Are you okay?" Russell looked in horror at the blood staining Nick's hands and clothes. "Are you hurt?" "No..." Nick's voice sounded hoarse and his throat felt like sandpaper. "I'm alright. This is all... Greg's..." His voice faltered on his colleague and friend's name.

Russell sighed heftily. "What the hell happened?" "The killer was on the scene." Nick slowly shook his head. "Either he came back or he was still here. If you'll go inside, you'll see that the place is like a maze, and there is plenty of places to hide." "Greg must've stumbled upon his hiding place," Russell concluded. "He was working out of my line of view," Nick mumbled, frantically all of a sudden, "I only heard the shot, and I... I found him. Oh, god..." Nick clasped his hands over his face. "Hey, hey." Russell rested his hands on Nick's shoulders. "You did good, you did everything right. Greg's getting the best care there is right now."

Nick took a few deep breaths to steady himself. "Now what?" "Finn and I will take over processing the crime scene," Russell answered calmly, "I need you to get yourself cleaned up, before giving a statement on the shooting to Brass. Once you're done I think it's best you go home." Nick minutely shook his head. "I'll be going to the hospital. I'll only be driving myself crazy at home." "Are you sure?" Russell frowned. "Yeah." Nick nodded determinedly. "I'm sure."

---

Nick wasn't sure how long he had sat in the hospital's waiting room. He looked up hopefully at each door that opened and each doctor that passed, hoping they would bring news on Greg. Just when he felt like going crazy with the waiting and the uncertainty, a doctor approached him.

"Mr. Stokes?" Nick immediately jumped to his feet. "Yes, that's me. Is he alright? Is Greg okay?" That primal fear he had felt at the crime scene suddenly coursed through his veins again. "The surgery was successful," the doctor explained, "we were able to stop the bleeding and repair the damage the bullet did." "That's-- that's good news, right?" Nick still worried. "It is." The doctor smiled briefly. "He lost a fair amount of blood, but his condition is stable. If you hadn't had pressed the wound closed, it could have been a lot worse."

Nick sighed a deep sigh of relief. This really was something he needed to hear. Sure, Greg would still have a lot of recovery to do, but the doctor's cautious optimism on his full recovery was definitely something Nick needed to hear.

"Can I see him?" Nick asked. "You can," the doctor nodded, "I'll show you to him."

---

After sending a quick text to both Brass and Russell, Nick stepped into the quiet of the hospital room Greg had been appointed. The noises of the hospital were drowned out the moment Nick pulled the door shut behind him.

Nick sat himself down in the chair by Greg's bedside. He had expected Greg to still be out, but was somewhat surprised when the younger CSI stirred and groggily opened his eyes.

"Hey." Greg sounded exhausted and not entirely lucid yet after the anesthetic and the blood loss. "Hey, man," Nick said softly, "how're you feeling?" "Absolutely trainwrecked," Greg mumbled, "but all these painkillers have me high as a kite." Nick chuckled. He was glad to see Greg already had some of his wit back.

"Nick..." Even though weak, Greg's voice held a serious undertone now. "Thank you, for what you did for me today. Without you there, I..." Greg's voice trailed off as he tried to swallow away the sudden lump in his throat. "There's no need to thank me," Nick smiled softly. "Yes, there is," Greg immediately replied, "I know you won't accept anything for it, not even just the credits, but at least let me buy you a steak dinner once I'm up and running again." Nick chuckled. "Deal."

Nick could see how much Greg needed his rest for now, and he would gladly grant him that. Just seeing Greg and speaking to him, had calmed most of Nick's fears and worries, and he was satisfied about his friend's well-being.

Nick slowly rose to his feet. "Get some sleep. I'll come visit you again first thing tomorrow." But before Nick could even fully get up out of his seat, Greg's hand wrapped around his sleeve. "Would you..." Greg hesitated, "would you mind staying? I don't like being here by myself, and... my parents are out of state, they can't be here until tomorrow, so..."

Nick didn't even need to think twice, and immediately sat back down. "Of course." If that was what Greg needed to be calm and get the much-needed rest, than Nick would stay. Because all that mattered was that Greg got better.

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