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Title: Into The Fire
Chapter: Traction (4/?)
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Drama
Previously: 1, 2, 3.
Summary: The news of the fire filters back to the lab.
Cross-posted at WMTDB.
4. Traction
Nick crouched by the front of the Tahoe, running his hand over the grille. “Well, we haven’t done too much damage.” he shrugged. “We were pretty lucky, really. Good driving, G.”
Greg took a swig from his water bottle, and wiped his brow with his sleeve. “Are you being funny?”
Nick shook his head. “Man, you must have gotten hit harder than you thought. Take a compliment.” He stood upright, and rubbed at his chest. “Great left hook you’ve got there, though.”
“Okay, you were trying to be funny with that one.”
“Well spotted.” Nick gave him a smile, but Greg looked too stressed to attempt to return one. Nick crossed to the back of the vehicle. “Problem.”
“What?” Greg immediately demanded, jogging up to him. When he saw what Nick was pointing out to him, he exhaled bitterly. “Oh, crap.”
The Tahoe’s back wheels were buried halfway up to their rims in the loose sand on the edge of the road.
“Is it too late to try and grab that horse?” Nick asked.
Despite himself, Greg laughed. “That’s a nice picture, cowboy. Us arriving at the crime scene on horseback. Brass and Curtis would have a field day with that.”
Nick dropped to his knees. “Well, start digging then.”
Greg placed his waterbottle on the roof of the Tahoe, and started scrabbling away at the dirt behind the right wheel while Nick did the same at the one on the left. After a few moments of digging with their hands and sweat pouring off them in small rivers, the wheels were completely exposed. Greg looked around them, and poked Nick on the shoulder to direct his attention to his right side. “Those rocks and dead branches should provide some traction.”
While they started collecting the debris, Greg’s mind began wandering. “Where do you think that horse came from?”
“There are several ranches around here, and some hotels as well. Hell, it could have been someone up here with their own horse for a ride.”
“So why has nobody been along, looking for it?” Greg asked, wedging a sizeable branch beneath the wheel he was working on.
“This is a huge park, G. Who knows where it may have broken from?”
“It’s just weird, that’s all.” Greg looked behind them. “And I swear that smoke is getting thicker.” Unwillingly his mind flashed back to the feeling of glass beneath his body, the strain in his lungs as it was difficult to breathe, and the excruciating pain of sloughed and burnt skin at his back. He grimaced, and Nick reached out to take his hand.
“We’re almost there, Greg.” The gravity of the situation couldn’t call for the usual loving nicknames. The use of this made Greg swallow hard around a lump in his throat, and nod, although he was beginning to get concerned about their predicament.
“Then let’s get out of here.” he said, finding his voice.
They stood, and Greg moved around to get in the cab. While he did so, Nick looked at the road behind them, which was beginning to be obscured by the thin layer of smoke covering it. Nick’s nose began to wrinkle slightly as the acridity began to affect him, and he rubbed at it.
Greg turned the ignition over.
“Take it easy.” Nick yelled above the noise of the engine.
Greg applied a small amount of pressure to the accelerator, and threw the car into reverse. Nick watched the wheels spin, and kicked at a branch to secure it further. The wheel caught, and the Tahoe began to climb out of its grave.
Nick stepped aside, and the cab slowly drew level to him. Greg reversed the freed car back onto the road and grinned at him, dried blood caking on his forehead. “Need a ride, cowboy?”
Throwing one last look at the encroaching smoke, Nick swung himself into the passenger side. “Floor it, G.”
Greg didn’t need to be told a second time.
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Back in the crime lab, Gil Grissom was consulting one of his heavy tomes on human physiology in preparation for his testimony at an upcoming trial, when Catherine Willows knocked on his open door.
Grissom pulled off his glasses and chewed on the end of one of the arms. “Don’t stand there on ceremony, Catherine. Come in.”
She did so, and sat opposite him. “Gil, there’s been a fire alert at Mt Charleston.”
“Have we heard from any of the crew?” Gil’s brow immediately creased as a hundred different scenarios began to flood his mind.
“We can’t reach them on their phones. And they’re not answering the scanners. But you know how reception is up there. I did manage to get through to the Forestry Service though, and told them of their location.” Catherine wiped an errant lock of hair out of her eyes. “They’re sending someone over to make sure they get evacuated.”
Gil nodded. “Will you let me know as soon as we hear from them?”
“Of course.” Catherine stood, and headed out the door but paused to turn back. “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about just yet.”
“Just yet?” Gil pushed his glasses back on. “I’m sure you’re right. But I’m…” he trailed off, unable to voice what they were both thinking.
“You’re thinking that we only just got him back.” Catherine said, heavily.
Gil sighed. “I worry about all of you out in the field. But even more so when one of you goes back out just after a traumatic experience. I guess I was just hoping it would be a little bit longer before Nicky had to face another one.”
“Perk of the job.” Catherine said sardonically.
Grissom raised an eyebrow.
She sighed. “Sorry, I’m worried as well. But he has Greg with him, those two always seem to look out for each other.”
Gil nodded. “They do.”
“And Brass is there to keep them both in line.”
“I know. And I know they can look after themselves. I’ll just be happy when they’re all back in the lab. It’s my job to care for the people I send out there.”
It went without saying. Catherine gave him what she hoped was a comforting smile, and then went back to work on her own case.
Gil continued to stare out the door, the book on his desk forgotten.
Title: Into The Fire
Chapter: Traction (4/?)
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Drama
Previously: 1, 2, 3.
Summary: The news of the fire filters back to the lab.
Cross-posted at WMTDB.
4. Traction
Nick crouched by the front of the Tahoe, running his hand over the grille. “Well, we haven’t done too much damage.” he shrugged. “We were pretty lucky, really. Good driving, G.”
Greg took a swig from his water bottle, and wiped his brow with his sleeve. “Are you being funny?”
Nick shook his head. “Man, you must have gotten hit harder than you thought. Take a compliment.” He stood upright, and rubbed at his chest. “Great left hook you’ve got there, though.”
“Okay, you were trying to be funny with that one.”
“Well spotted.” Nick gave him a smile, but Greg looked too stressed to attempt to return one. Nick crossed to the back of the vehicle. “Problem.”
“What?” Greg immediately demanded, jogging up to him. When he saw what Nick was pointing out to him, he exhaled bitterly. “Oh, crap.”
The Tahoe’s back wheels were buried halfway up to their rims in the loose sand on the edge of the road.
“Is it too late to try and grab that horse?” Nick asked.
Despite himself, Greg laughed. “That’s a nice picture, cowboy. Us arriving at the crime scene on horseback. Brass and Curtis would have a field day with that.”
Nick dropped to his knees. “Well, start digging then.”
Greg placed his waterbottle on the roof of the Tahoe, and started scrabbling away at the dirt behind the right wheel while Nick did the same at the one on the left. After a few moments of digging with their hands and sweat pouring off them in small rivers, the wheels were completely exposed. Greg looked around them, and poked Nick on the shoulder to direct his attention to his right side. “Those rocks and dead branches should provide some traction.”
While they started collecting the debris, Greg’s mind began wandering. “Where do you think that horse came from?”
“There are several ranches around here, and some hotels as well. Hell, it could have been someone up here with their own horse for a ride.”
“So why has nobody been along, looking for it?” Greg asked, wedging a sizeable branch beneath the wheel he was working on.
“This is a huge park, G. Who knows where it may have broken from?”
“It’s just weird, that’s all.” Greg looked behind them. “And I swear that smoke is getting thicker.” Unwillingly his mind flashed back to the feeling of glass beneath his body, the strain in his lungs as it was difficult to breathe, and the excruciating pain of sloughed and burnt skin at his back. He grimaced, and Nick reached out to take his hand.
“We’re almost there, Greg.” The gravity of the situation couldn’t call for the usual loving nicknames. The use of this made Greg swallow hard around a lump in his throat, and nod, although he was beginning to get concerned about their predicament.
“Then let’s get out of here.” he said, finding his voice.
They stood, and Greg moved around to get in the cab. While he did so, Nick looked at the road behind them, which was beginning to be obscured by the thin layer of smoke covering it. Nick’s nose began to wrinkle slightly as the acridity began to affect him, and he rubbed at it.
Greg turned the ignition over.
“Take it easy.” Nick yelled above the noise of the engine.
Greg applied a small amount of pressure to the accelerator, and threw the car into reverse. Nick watched the wheels spin, and kicked at a branch to secure it further. The wheel caught, and the Tahoe began to climb out of its grave.
Nick stepped aside, and the cab slowly drew level to him. Greg reversed the freed car back onto the road and grinned at him, dried blood caking on his forehead. “Need a ride, cowboy?”
Throwing one last look at the encroaching smoke, Nick swung himself into the passenger side. “Floor it, G.”
Greg didn’t need to be told a second time.
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Back in the crime lab, Gil Grissom was consulting one of his heavy tomes on human physiology in preparation for his testimony at an upcoming trial, when Catherine Willows knocked on his open door.
Grissom pulled off his glasses and chewed on the end of one of the arms. “Don’t stand there on ceremony, Catherine. Come in.”
She did so, and sat opposite him. “Gil, there’s been a fire alert at Mt Charleston.”
“Have we heard from any of the crew?” Gil’s brow immediately creased as a hundred different scenarios began to flood his mind.
“We can’t reach them on their phones. And they’re not answering the scanners. But you know how reception is up there. I did manage to get through to the Forestry Service though, and told them of their location.” Catherine wiped an errant lock of hair out of her eyes. “They’re sending someone over to make sure they get evacuated.”
Gil nodded. “Will you let me know as soon as we hear from them?”
“Of course.” Catherine stood, and headed out the door but paused to turn back. “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about just yet.”
“Just yet?” Gil pushed his glasses back on. “I’m sure you’re right. But I’m…” he trailed off, unable to voice what they were both thinking.
“You’re thinking that we only just got him back.” Catherine said, heavily.
Gil sighed. “I worry about all of you out in the field. But even more so when one of you goes back out just after a traumatic experience. I guess I was just hoping it would be a little bit longer before Nicky had to face another one.”
“Perk of the job.” Catherine said sardonically.
Grissom raised an eyebrow.
She sighed. “Sorry, I’m worried as well. But he has Greg with him, those two always seem to look out for each other.”
Gil nodded. “They do.”
“And Brass is there to keep them both in line.”
“I know. And I know they can look after themselves. I’ll just be happy when they’re all back in the lab. It’s my job to care for the people I send out there.”
It went without saying. Catherine gave him what she hoped was a comforting smile, and then went back to work on her own case.
Gil continued to stare out the door, the book on his desk forgotten.
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Date: 2006-03-24 05:19 am (UTC)i can almost see the picture xDDD
you sure put Nick and Greg to use. Have them lost in the middle of nowhere and still have a story :DDD
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Date: 2006-03-24 07:32 pm (UTC)The story you're managing to build here is just wonderful.
I can't wait for the next bit.
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Date: 2006-03-25 11:42 am (UTC)