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nickngregYeah, remember a few weeks ago when I said I was going to write this? Yeeeah. I finally got around to finishing up the introduction. Hopefully it'll be enough to make you guys want more. Because, hello, dismembered stuff. You gotta love it.
p.s. I got the basic idea for this case from my favorite school library book, "What the Corpse Revealed." You should check it out.
Title: Stop Me if You’ve Heard This One Before - 0/?
Author: Lizz
Rating: PG-13 for now
Spoilers: Um, nothing specific
Warning: Very plottish, a twisted murder, and gayness but I guess you knew that already
Summary: A particularly intricate case takes two CSIs to many, many places they’ve never been before. A case!fic and a roadtrip!fic that finds places to squeeze in hotboysex!fic-ness. No, seriously.
A/N: This fic is my first N/G and this was the best plot I could come up with, so forgive me for the super-sized cliché, because you get more fries and a coke when you super-size things! Also, this is kind of dedicated to all of you, but especially![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geekwriter143 who taught me that one can have both a hot!fic and a twistedcase!fic. Love it.
His remaining hand clawed at the ground as quickly as he could, burrowing dirt further and further into his fingernails and palm. His breath was ragged and quick, blowing dirt this way and that was as he crawled and dug, crawled and dug. He had already been out there for four days and the beings of light that called themselves fairies kept on telling him that if he dug enough he would reach a magical realm where he would be loved and cared for and he would have water, sweet, blessed water that gave him life.
He dug for hours until the very tips of the sun began to peak over the horizon, mixing with the blue of the night to become purple. He looked up at the sky that was beginning to lighten and the little peak of white light over the horizon. As he watched, a smile came over his face and the light people came again.
“It’s okay, Brandon. You’ve done enough.”
He opened his cracked mouth into a wide grin that seemed to split his entire face.
“I’ve reached your colony?”
“You will in the morning. It’s time to sleep now.”
“Will I wake up?”
“No.”
His grin seemed to grow wider.
“Okay.”
He finally let his body fall limp, his hurt arm crushed beneath his chest and the other stretched out. His head hit the dirt and he inhaled the earth, letting his eyes finally close as he took his last, shaky breath. His mouth fell open and mixed with the dirt and blood he had already exhaled to form a red sort of mud, welcoming the maggots. The pink light of the sunrise now began to replace the purple and the shadows started to stretch across the wide, endless desert.
…
Snap.
The shutter closed and opened again, preserving the sight of the body, half-covered in dirt and blood. The coroner had still not shown up and Greg was getting antsy, wanting to escape this scene as quickly as possible. There was something about a crime scene in the night desert that unnerved him.
Nick, however, seemed to be very much at home in this crime scene. Greg could only suppose that this came with experience, and he knew from getting to hear all of the stories from the CSI’s that Nick had gone on enough cases out in the desert. But then, it sort of came with the territory.
Snap.
He was proud of himself, though. It was his first official case as an official CSI, all approved and shiny badge and everything, and it wasn’t like he had gotten a hit and run or a break in or even petty theft. No petty anything really. Just a super mysterious case, practically radiating an aura of “you don’t know what happened to me” in a sing-song little voice. Well, since the guy was dead, he probably wouldn’t use a sing-song voice, more like an echo accompanied by some rattling chains and see, Greg, this is why we can’t have nice things.
In any case, his sudden rampant case of ADD or no, it was actually kind of easy to guess what happened to the guy. Not many people are just dumped out in the desert or anything like that, so he probably died of dehydration. But, you know, the how’s and the why’s and the things that made him want to put on a plaid hat and smoke from a pipe as he grinned at people and spoke in a British accent. Yeah, baby, that’s what being a detective was all about. Or a CSI. Whatever.
“How you doing over there, Greg-o?”
Greg looked up at Nick, who was grinning his usual grin. Ah, the mother hen looking out for her baby chick. The joys of condescension.
He flashed a smile back and a thumbs up and pretended to be busy taking pictures. Despite his little twinge of anger, there were even stronger twinges of other twinge-y things that, while it was more okay now that he wasn’t a trainee, were still bad twinges that we would have to file under the “Bad Twinges” folder in his brain full of them.
David and Brass managed to arrive at the same time, though David seemed in more of a hurry to run to the body and begin his job. Brass simply shook his head and took the time to catch his breath, apparently having jogged half of the way there because David was practically running and he didn’t want to look lazy. He went over to Nick first, naturally, and managed to speak through the rapid huffs.
“Whoa, slow down there, Brass, the last thing we need is another body,” Nick chuckled, much like he always did. Once the detective managed to catch his breath he gave his classic unamused face to the CSI.
“Ha ha. I’m not that old yet. What’s with this guy?”
Nick looked over Brass’ shoulder to Greg, who cocked his head to the side and looked back at Nick, who grinned and nodded his head at Greg, who grinned even further, cleared his throat and started speaking.
“Body found DOA, probably dehydration. African-American male estimated to be in his late twenties. A hole was found near the body and judging by how dirty the guy’s hand is he probably tried to dig it himself. We’ll know more once David clears the body.”
Almost as if on cue, David let out a groan and what sounded like a strangled noise of surprise. The three other men all turned and looked at him and instantly knew what the noise was all about.
“I was just rolling the body over…”
Greg stared at where the victim’s hand should have been, his eyes stuck on the pieces of jagged, bloody bone and muscles that were sticking out of the stump. Halfway-slashed pieces of skin were hanging off in various directions, still wobbling from the sudden movement. All at once his lunch seemed to want to say howdee-doody once again. He managed to swallow it, not wanting to appear weak in front of The Guys.
Brass grimaced and shook his head.
“You don’t see that every day.”
Nick nodded. “Mutilation of the body means this guy had to’ve been tied up somewhere before he ended up here.”
The detective turned around to leave, speaking his final words to Greg as he left.
“Lucky break, kid. Looks like your dehydration case just turned into an attempted homicide.”
p.s. I got the basic idea for this case from my favorite school library book, "What the Corpse Revealed." You should check it out.
Title: Stop Me if You’ve Heard This One Before - 0/?
Author: Lizz
Rating: PG-13 for now
Spoilers: Um, nothing specific
Warning: Very plottish, a twisted murder, and gayness but I guess you knew that already
Summary: A particularly intricate case takes two CSIs to many, many places they’ve never been before. A case!fic and a roadtrip!fic that finds places to squeeze in hotboysex!fic-ness. No, seriously.
A/N: This fic is my first N/G and this was the best plot I could come up with, so forgive me for the super-sized cliché, because you get more fries and a coke when you super-size things! Also, this is kind of dedicated to all of you, but especially
geekwriter143 who taught me that one can have both a hot!fic and a twistedcase!fic. Love it.His remaining hand clawed at the ground as quickly as he could, burrowing dirt further and further into his fingernails and palm. His breath was ragged and quick, blowing dirt this way and that was as he crawled and dug, crawled and dug. He had already been out there for four days and the beings of light that called themselves fairies kept on telling him that if he dug enough he would reach a magical realm where he would be loved and cared for and he would have water, sweet, blessed water that gave him life.
He dug for hours until the very tips of the sun began to peak over the horizon, mixing with the blue of the night to become purple. He looked up at the sky that was beginning to lighten and the little peak of white light over the horizon. As he watched, a smile came over his face and the light people came again.
“It’s okay, Brandon. You’ve done enough.”
He opened his cracked mouth into a wide grin that seemed to split his entire face.
“I’ve reached your colony?”
“You will in the morning. It’s time to sleep now.”
“Will I wake up?”
“No.”
His grin seemed to grow wider.
“Okay.”
He finally let his body fall limp, his hurt arm crushed beneath his chest and the other stretched out. His head hit the dirt and he inhaled the earth, letting his eyes finally close as he took his last, shaky breath. His mouth fell open and mixed with the dirt and blood he had already exhaled to form a red sort of mud, welcoming the maggots. The pink light of the sunrise now began to replace the purple and the shadows started to stretch across the wide, endless desert.
…
Snap.
The shutter closed and opened again, preserving the sight of the body, half-covered in dirt and blood. The coroner had still not shown up and Greg was getting antsy, wanting to escape this scene as quickly as possible. There was something about a crime scene in the night desert that unnerved him.
Nick, however, seemed to be very much at home in this crime scene. Greg could only suppose that this came with experience, and he knew from getting to hear all of the stories from the CSI’s that Nick had gone on enough cases out in the desert. But then, it sort of came with the territory.
Snap.
He was proud of himself, though. It was his first official case as an official CSI, all approved and shiny badge and everything, and it wasn’t like he had gotten a hit and run or a break in or even petty theft. No petty anything really. Just a super mysterious case, practically radiating an aura of “you don’t know what happened to me” in a sing-song little voice. Well, since the guy was dead, he probably wouldn’t use a sing-song voice, more like an echo accompanied by some rattling chains and see, Greg, this is why we can’t have nice things.
In any case, his sudden rampant case of ADD or no, it was actually kind of easy to guess what happened to the guy. Not many people are just dumped out in the desert or anything like that, so he probably died of dehydration. But, you know, the how’s and the why’s and the things that made him want to put on a plaid hat and smoke from a pipe as he grinned at people and spoke in a British accent. Yeah, baby, that’s what being a detective was all about. Or a CSI. Whatever.
“How you doing over there, Greg-o?”
Greg looked up at Nick, who was grinning his usual grin. Ah, the mother hen looking out for her baby chick. The joys of condescension.
He flashed a smile back and a thumbs up and pretended to be busy taking pictures. Despite his little twinge of anger, there were even stronger twinges of other twinge-y things that, while it was more okay now that he wasn’t a trainee, were still bad twinges that we would have to file under the “Bad Twinges” folder in his brain full of them.
David and Brass managed to arrive at the same time, though David seemed in more of a hurry to run to the body and begin his job. Brass simply shook his head and took the time to catch his breath, apparently having jogged half of the way there because David was practically running and he didn’t want to look lazy. He went over to Nick first, naturally, and managed to speak through the rapid huffs.
“Whoa, slow down there, Brass, the last thing we need is another body,” Nick chuckled, much like he always did. Once the detective managed to catch his breath he gave his classic unamused face to the CSI.
“Ha ha. I’m not that old yet. What’s with this guy?”
Nick looked over Brass’ shoulder to Greg, who cocked his head to the side and looked back at Nick, who grinned and nodded his head at Greg, who grinned even further, cleared his throat and started speaking.
“Body found DOA, probably dehydration. African-American male estimated to be in his late twenties. A hole was found near the body and judging by how dirty the guy’s hand is he probably tried to dig it himself. We’ll know more once David clears the body.”
Almost as if on cue, David let out a groan and what sounded like a strangled noise of surprise. The three other men all turned and looked at him and instantly knew what the noise was all about.
“I was just rolling the body over…”
Greg stared at where the victim’s hand should have been, his eyes stuck on the pieces of jagged, bloody bone and muscles that were sticking out of the stump. Halfway-slashed pieces of skin were hanging off in various directions, still wobbling from the sudden movement. All at once his lunch seemed to want to say howdee-doody once again. He managed to swallow it, not wanting to appear weak in front of The Guys.
Brass grimaced and shook his head.
“You don’t see that every day.”
Nick nodded. “Mutilation of the body means this guy had to’ve been tied up somewhere before he ended up here.”
The detective turned around to leave, speaking his final words to Greg as he left.
“Lucky break, kid. Looks like your dehydration case just turned into an attempted homicide.”
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Date: 2004-12-22 09:51 am (UTC)In other words, I love it. Especially the line, Despite his little twinge of anger, there were even stronger twinges of other twinge-y things that, while it was more okay now that he wasn’t a trainee, were still bad twinges that we would have to file under the “Bad Twinges” folder in his brain full of them because it's hilarious and very, very Greg.
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Date: 2004-12-22 06:01 pm (UTC)And thank you, I was trying to be Greg-y and I'm glad you thought it was.
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Looking forward to finding out what happened to this guy! (and the hotboysex, of course)
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Date: 2004-12-22 11:50 pm (UTC)More.
Now.
Wow, this is acually fantastically written. I love how Greg's thoughts are like, all over the place so you can't follow them but CAN.
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Yeah, it's really good.
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