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helsinkibabyOK I have too much to do tonight. I have to pack for SG7. I have to watch the west wing, update my site (reminds self, turn on ftp) and post three drabbles to communities here, otherwise i'll miss the deadline. All this, and give my considered thoughts on the european figure skating men's free skate, because "What the hell happened? If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe it and even though I did I still don't!" is too long a thread title for fsuniverse!
OK, on with the fic. For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
csi100 west wing titles challenge I did a little bit of Grissom/Sara angst (yes, that's right) for
On the day before, Grissom’s world was as it should be. He was working with Sara; they were getting along well, the awkwardness and tension that had plagued their relationship since the lab explosion finally seeming to disappear.
On the day it happened, she smiled at him before she left for the night, her gap-toothed grin as ever warming his soul, and he said good night, not knowing he was really saying goodbye.
On the day after, he listened to Catherine’s sobs, saw Warrick’s red eyes, Nick’s set jaw, and he finally figured it out.
But it was too late.
For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
csreports quote challenge, I did a Warrick/Sara piece called
“I can get a print off the air.”
Warrick said that to Brass once, a smart comment thrown out over his shoulder, filled with all the disdain that he’d felt for the question, if not the questioner. He’d been working as a CSI for six years and more by then, had spent most of that time with Brass as his boss. As far as he’d been concerned, he’d more than proven his capabilities, his mettle, and such a question should never even have passed Brass’s lips.
Arrogant? Perhaps a little, but that didn’t matter to him, because he’d earned the right to be arrogant. He’d worked hard all his life, grown up in a house where they were rich in love but poor in money, gone to college on a hard-won athletic scholarship, worked several jobs to help pay his way, to help support Grams, and he’d worked hard to be the best student, the best CSI that he could be. And if, on the way, he’d grown to believe that he could do the impossible, that’s because he worked hard to make it happen.
Then he met her.
She blew into his life with the force of a hurricane, all no-nonsense attitude, and she’d let him know in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to take any crap from him, and later, from anyone else. Theirs was a relationship born of antagonism and distrust, formed with bad blood flowing between them, and he remembers at times thinking that they would never get along, even after he grew to respect her as a CSI, think that he could like her as a person.
He made efforts to be her friend, only to be rebuffed at every turn, and it was only when she investigated him a second time that things began to change, that she began to realise that he wasn’t so bad a guy.
Pretty soon after that, the impossible happened; the bad blood began to run clear, and soon they were friends, then good friends and confidantes.
That’s what they are now, or at least, that’s how she sees him. What she doesn’t know is that he’s started to see her as something more, and that he doesn’t want to tell her because he knows that she doesn’t feel the same. He knows that without even asking, because, like everyone else in the crime lab, he’s seen how she looks at Grissom, knows that she’s in love with him, knows equally that Grissom is clueless.
But she still looks, and Warrick still looks at her and he still thinks that she’s amazing, that they could be amazing together.
He doesn’t know if he’s ever going to get the chance to find out, because even for a man who can do the impossible, getting him to look at her like she looks at Grissom might just be a bridge too far. which uses the quote "I can get a print off the air" said by Warrick to Brass in Burked
And just forazarsuerte for the writers_choice love loyalty and friendship challenge I've got a Samantha/Danny dialogue piece which was inspired by my reaction, echoed by helsinkisister, when Danny first appeared on the screen in Copycat
“Danny, you have to stop apologising. Really, I’m not upset.”
“You’re not upset?”
“I’m not upset.”
“You’re one of my best friends, I forget about your birthday, I don’t get you a present and you’re not upset?”
“No Danny, I’m not upset.”
“You have to be.”
“I’m getting upset now… are you ever going to let this drop?”
“I feel bad Samantha.”
“Well, at least you won’t forget it next year – that’s something, right?”
“You’re trying to make me look on the bright side.”
“Is it working?”
“How about dinner? We’ll go out to dinner, it’ll be my treat, I’ll get the waiter to bring you cake and have everyone sing happy birthday to you…”
“Whereupon you’ll become our next case…”
“OK, so there won’t be cake. But it’ll be someplace nice. Dinner and dancing and we can get all dressed up… you can wear a nice dress, I’ll wear a nice suit… what?”
“What?”
“You’re making a face.”
“I wasn’t making a face.”
“You were making a face. I mentioned a nice suit, you made a face, and I want to know why.”
“It’s just… was it going to be your brown suit?”
“My brown suit?”
“The one you wear with that orange and brown shirt?”
“What’s wrong with my suit?”
“Nothing.”
“You said that too quickly. You don’t like that suit?”
“Well, put it this way… you’re my friend, right?”
“Yeah…”
“And you want to get me a present?”
“Yeah…”
“Burn that suit and shirt and we’ll call it even.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s that bad?”
“Worse. Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine, it’s fine…”
“On the other hand, if you wore your charcoal pinstripe…”
“You like that one?”
“With the blue shirt? Oh yeah.”
“And you’d be ok being seen with me in that?”
“More than ok.”
“I’ll pick you up at eight?”
“It’s a date.”
“A date? Really?”
“Don’t get any ideas Taylor… strictly friendship.”
“I can live with that.”
And now, I'm off to SG7 tomorrow afternoon and hoping I don't forget anything! Talk to you all, if talk is the right word, on Monday!
OK, on with the fic. For the
csi100 west wing titles challenge I did a little bit of Grissom/Sara angst (yes, that's right) for On the day before, Grissom’s world was as it should be. He was working with Sara; they were getting along well, the awkwardness and tension that had plagued their relationship since the lab explosion finally seeming to disappear.
On the day it happened, she smiled at him before she left for the night, her gap-toothed grin as ever warming his soul, and he said good night, not knowing he was really saying goodbye.
On the day after, he listened to Catherine’s sobs, saw Warrick’s red eyes, Nick’s set jaw, and he finally figured it out.
But it was too late.
For the
csreports quote challenge, I did a Warrick/Sara piece called “I can get a print off the air.”
Warrick said that to Brass once, a smart comment thrown out over his shoulder, filled with all the disdain that he’d felt for the question, if not the questioner. He’d been working as a CSI for six years and more by then, had spent most of that time with Brass as his boss. As far as he’d been concerned, he’d more than proven his capabilities, his mettle, and such a question should never even have passed Brass’s lips.
Arrogant? Perhaps a little, but that didn’t matter to him, because he’d earned the right to be arrogant. He’d worked hard all his life, grown up in a house where they were rich in love but poor in money, gone to college on a hard-won athletic scholarship, worked several jobs to help pay his way, to help support Grams, and he’d worked hard to be the best student, the best CSI that he could be. And if, on the way, he’d grown to believe that he could do the impossible, that’s because he worked hard to make it happen.
Then he met her.
She blew into his life with the force of a hurricane, all no-nonsense attitude, and she’d let him know in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to take any crap from him, and later, from anyone else. Theirs was a relationship born of antagonism and distrust, formed with bad blood flowing between them, and he remembers at times thinking that they would never get along, even after he grew to respect her as a CSI, think that he could like her as a person.
He made efforts to be her friend, only to be rebuffed at every turn, and it was only when she investigated him a second time that things began to change, that she began to realise that he wasn’t so bad a guy.
Pretty soon after that, the impossible happened; the bad blood began to run clear, and soon they were friends, then good friends and confidantes.
That’s what they are now, or at least, that’s how she sees him. What she doesn’t know is that he’s started to see her as something more, and that he doesn’t want to tell her because he knows that she doesn’t feel the same. He knows that without even asking, because, like everyone else in the crime lab, he’s seen how she looks at Grissom, knows that she’s in love with him, knows equally that Grissom is clueless.
But she still looks, and Warrick still looks at her and he still thinks that she’s amazing, that they could be amazing together.
He doesn’t know if he’s ever going to get the chance to find out, because even for a man who can do the impossible, getting him to look at her like she looks at Grissom might just be a bridge too far. which uses the quote "I can get a print off the air" said by Warrick to Brass in Burked
And just for
azarsuerte for the writers_choice love loyalty and friendship challenge I've got a Samantha/Danny dialogue piece which was inspired by my reaction, echoed by helsinkisister, when Danny first appeared on the screen in Copycat “Danny, you have to stop apologising. Really, I’m not upset.”
“You’re not upset?”
“I’m not upset.”
“You’re one of my best friends, I forget about your birthday, I don’t get you a present and you’re not upset?”
“No Danny, I’m not upset.”
“You have to be.”
“I’m getting upset now… are you ever going to let this drop?”
“I feel bad Samantha.”
“Well, at least you won’t forget it next year – that’s something, right?”
“You’re trying to make me look on the bright side.”
“Is it working?”
“How about dinner? We’ll go out to dinner, it’ll be my treat, I’ll get the waiter to bring you cake and have everyone sing happy birthday to you…”
“Whereupon you’ll become our next case…”
“OK, so there won’t be cake. But it’ll be someplace nice. Dinner and dancing and we can get all dressed up… you can wear a nice dress, I’ll wear a nice suit… what?”
“What?”
“You’re making a face.”
“I wasn’t making a face.”
“You were making a face. I mentioned a nice suit, you made a face, and I want to know why.”
“It’s just… was it going to be your brown suit?”
“My brown suit?”
“The one you wear with that orange and brown shirt?”
“What’s wrong with my suit?”
“Nothing.”
“You said that too quickly. You don’t like that suit?”
“Well, put it this way… you’re my friend, right?”
“Yeah…”
“And you want to get me a present?”
“Yeah…”
“Burn that suit and shirt and we’ll call it even.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s that bad?”
“Worse. Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine, it’s fine…”
“On the other hand, if you wore your charcoal pinstripe…”
“You like that one?”
“With the blue shirt? Oh yeah.”
“And you’d be ok being seen with me in that?”
“More than ok.”
“I’ll pick you up at eight?”
“It’s a date.”
“A date? Really?”
“Don’t get any ideas Taylor… strictly friendship.”
“I can live with that.”
And now, I'm off to SG7 tomorrow afternoon and hoping I don't forget anything! Talk to you all, if talk is the right word, on Monday!
