Deep Inside
Jun. 9th, 2005 06:07 pmTitle: Deep Inside
Challenge: #1- Scars
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Grave Danger
Summary: Greg does some thinking about his friends.
A/N: This was a brain dump at midnight last night. Betaed by my chica
redlight25.
X-posted at
ngchallenge (Forgot to post here before. Sorry!)
Everyone has scars...it's just that some are visible to the naked eye and some are deep in our soul. It's before my overnight shift, and being so hot out, I took a shower here at work. As I apply the after bath cream to the scars that I will always carry on my back, I think about the ones that my friends carry with them. Grissom and the ones in his ears, Catherine and Sara who've both had their hearts broken by the men they love, and Warrick trying every day to fight his addiction here in the city that celebrates the very thing that he tries to forget about.
Then there is Nick, who tries so hard to maintain that wall he's always had around him to either keep things in or shut them out. I know there has to be a lot of things that he has to deal with everyday; things that have happened just in the short time I've known him...guns in his face, Kristy being killed, Nigel stalking him. Now, I'm sure he's trying to overcome the terror of being buried as well as the physical pain of the ants. After spending time in the hospital, he quickly came back to work acting as if nothing happened, nothing shaking the firm foundation that his wall is rooted in. I have no idea what is going on in that handsome head, but then I'm not surprised that he hasn't shared with me. I'm just his friend Greggo, the former lab rat turned CSI; and we really have nothing in common besides our work, but even that isn't the same since we're on different shifts now.
After I get dressed, I head into the break room for something to eat before I get ready to go into Grissom's office for the nightly assignments. When I look over to the couch, I see Nick lying there fast asleep, so I tiptoe around trying not to wake him. While I finish my snack, I watch him as he sleeps and at first it's quiet, but as I continue to look, he begins to twitch. It's either a dream or a nightmare, and after a few minutes, it's looking like the latter. Is it nightmares or sleepwalking that you shouldn't wake a person out of? I decide not to care which when Nick starts to cry out, his arms reaching in front of him, pushing against an invisible plexiglas top; and my heart begins to break. Is this what he sees in his sleep every night? Does he wake up lonely in his bed like he did in that coffin?
I kneel down in front of the couch and lightly touch his shoulder, which causes him to bolt awake, still shaking and starting to sweat. Looking over at me, he sits up and clings to my shoulders, right at the points of the worst of my scars. It hurts, but for Nick I'll endure the pain. He is looking at me, taking in my face, then he starts to softly cry as he wraps his arms around my neck. I take him into my embrace as well and the warmth of his bare skin penetrates my thin t-shirt to my body, making some of the pain disappear. Hopefully the touch of me to him will touch his scars and help in healing them as well.
Challenge: #1- Scars
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Grave Danger
Summary: Greg does some thinking about his friends.
A/N: This was a brain dump at midnight last night. Betaed by my chica
X-posted at
Everyone has scars...it's just that some are visible to the naked eye and some are deep in our soul. It's before my overnight shift, and being so hot out, I took a shower here at work. As I apply the after bath cream to the scars that I will always carry on my back, I think about the ones that my friends carry with them. Grissom and the ones in his ears, Catherine and Sara who've both had their hearts broken by the men they love, and Warrick trying every day to fight his addiction here in the city that celebrates the very thing that he tries to forget about.
Then there is Nick, who tries so hard to maintain that wall he's always had around him to either keep things in or shut them out. I know there has to be a lot of things that he has to deal with everyday; things that have happened just in the short time I've known him...guns in his face, Kristy being killed, Nigel stalking him. Now, I'm sure he's trying to overcome the terror of being buried as well as the physical pain of the ants. After spending time in the hospital, he quickly came back to work acting as if nothing happened, nothing shaking the firm foundation that his wall is rooted in. I have no idea what is going on in that handsome head, but then I'm not surprised that he hasn't shared with me. I'm just his friend Greggo, the former lab rat turned CSI; and we really have nothing in common besides our work, but even that isn't the same since we're on different shifts now.
After I get dressed, I head into the break room for something to eat before I get ready to go into Grissom's office for the nightly assignments. When I look over to the couch, I see Nick lying there fast asleep, so I tiptoe around trying not to wake him. While I finish my snack, I watch him as he sleeps and at first it's quiet, but as I continue to look, he begins to twitch. It's either a dream or a nightmare, and after a few minutes, it's looking like the latter. Is it nightmares or sleepwalking that you shouldn't wake a person out of? I decide not to care which when Nick starts to cry out, his arms reaching in front of him, pushing against an invisible plexiglas top; and my heart begins to break. Is this what he sees in his sleep every night? Does he wake up lonely in his bed like he did in that coffin?
I kneel down in front of the couch and lightly touch his shoulder, which causes him to bolt awake, still shaking and starting to sweat. Looking over at me, he sits up and clings to my shoulders, right at the points of the worst of my scars. It hurts, but for Nick I'll endure the pain. He is looking at me, taking in my face, then he starts to softly cry as he wraps his arms around my neck. I take him into my embrace as well and the warmth of his bare skin penetrates my thin t-shirt to my body, making some of the pain disappear. Hopefully the touch of me to him will touch his scars and help in healing them as well.
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Date: 2005-06-10 07:44 pm (UTC)Thanks for the FB. ;)
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