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[inpurity.livejournal.com]

Author: inpurity
Title: Blending in the background
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Shadows and light. Blindness is in the eye of the beholder
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, not written for profit. CSI and everything associated with it, belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.

Written for the Clothing Challenge at ngchallenge



If there is something that I've learned to do, it's how to be invisible.
It took me a lot of time, but now I can hide in plain view like a chameleon, like a stick insect.
I blend into my surrounding.
I am see through.
I am a glass wall.
I am a void around a physical space.

I used to sit, talk, move, (on occasions) sing along music and bob my pretty head along with the electric mayhem of some pretty guitar.
I used to work, give my opinion, make mistakes, get blown out my lab (but only on special occasions), get back on my feet and keep trying.


I used to.

You think that with all the racket I made, with all the space I cluttered, with how hard I tried (and please, do not mention the fact that I am a bit on the desperate side), you think that he would have noticed me by now right?

He hasn't.

I used to wear the most garish shirts, recite places and locations of the most infamous sexual practices, bend over backwards (in the metaphorical and not so metaphorical sense of the word), change my colors like a metro-sexual butterfly.

He only saw the caterpillar.
Grey and sluggish.

So now I am all muted tones and earthy colors, natural fabrics and well tailored jackets.
And it's not a matter of professionalism, or of my fear of Grissom kicking me out, or of Ecklie enjoying kicking me out.

It's self preservation.

It's my attempt at surviving the end of the winter, the time in which the damn caterpillar tries again to blossom in bright colors.
It's my attempt at forgetting what never was.
It's my attempt at accepting that sometime, sometime it's just not meant to be.
No matter how hard you try.

So, in this polished sunset, I button up my shirt, put my jacket on, fix my tie and drive to Sara's house.
She likes the caterpillar.
And I will never try to be a butterfly for her.

Comments

[just1tearforme.livejournal.com]

She likes the caterpillar.
And I will never try to be a butterfly for her.

Awww. No Greg, you're supposed to be a butterfly, a brightly coloured butterfly. Not being a butterfly is bad (it also doesn't help to know that butterflies and caterpillers alike die if they get cold)! Crazy bit of butterfly knowledge aside... This is a heartbreakingly beautiful piece, so sad and haunting/haunted. Excellently done.

[fred-bear.livejournal.com]

I hope you don't mind, but I've added you to my friends list. :)

[just1tearforme.livejournal.com]

Not at all. Hello friend!

[fred-bear.livejournal.com]

:) Hello!

[inpurity.livejournal.com]

THank you so much, I am glad you liked it.

[fred-bear.livejournal.com]

Knife, heart, twist.

[inpurity.livejournal.com]

I was in a very angsty mood. I hope you liked it nevertheless.

[fred-bear.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, certainly liked it. I do tend to think the blacker the better when it comes to angst. :) It also tends to be my default writing style, so, yeah, angst rocks.

[swordpoker.livejournal.com]

Pssst, it's Sara. No h. :P

I love this so much, especially with the way cannon is going right now. I'm a huge angst fan, but I love how it's all very understated. Good job. Also, I don't read fic much anymore so...

get blown out my lab (but only on special occasions)

For some reason, I truly love this line. Not becaus eit's funny, it's just so..Greg.

[inpurity.livejournal.com]

Oops! I was overzealous with the "h".
I am glad you liked it, thank you.

[beelikej.livejournal.com]

What a beautiful angsty explanation for the change in style of Greg's clothes. Sad, but lovely. Liked it a lot.

[inpurity.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! I am really glad you like it.