RAIN [csi fic - slash - yaoi]
By CarolaMuller
@CarolaMuller (1210)
Italy
June 30, 2007 6:50pm CST
Hi è_é This is my first attempt to write a fic in english!è_é It's a yaoi fic from Csi, Grissom X Nick Pairin' è_é
I'll post a few sentences, just to let you know how I write [and sorry for my english, it's not my first language x_x] and if you like it, please go to read the rest here http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2882558/1/ , you'll make me happy çOç
Rain.
Las Vegas was indeed a terrible place when the universal deluge was bursting forth above of it.
Drop after drop, he felt to slip something from him, slowly.
That one little joy, and happiness... with a water blow, all vanished, all went away, far away. How much he would have wanted transform himself into water and disappear forever.
He never felt so down, so out of the world.
Not even himself knew what he was feeling. he only knew that in that moment his heart had been broken in many small fragments that never more would not have gathered. He wondered with which face he would have returned in the office, and he would have explain the reason of his reaction.
Ten minutes before
Greg had just delivered to him the envelope with the DNA samples just analyzed, with the usual piece of paper with tracing and personal particulars of the owner.
The night before there had been a classic homicide, nothing to panic.
But that day the technicist had been decidedly fast. With the envelope in his hands, while he was whistling a fun melody, said hello to Hodges, which was talking with Archie about how the laser swords of Obi Wankenobi and company worked, and a slap was pecked on his shoulder from part of Catherine, which was going to verify one anonymous called with Warrick.
He felt particularly happy, that night. That morning he woke up smiling, and it seemed like nothing could make change his humour.
Although outside was raining, he believed that the day soon would have changed for the best.
But he had no idea how much he was wrong.
Few seconds were enough to destroy all his wish to smile.
"Why you don't understand, Gil, damn"
"Sara, calm down...what"
"I love you, Gil"
And crack.
A deaf noise.
The envelope slipped from his hands, awaking the attention of both of two.
He first met Sara's glance, then his supervisor's one, who looked at him astonished.
A step backwards.
"Nick"
Another one.
"Nick, wait"
And then, away.
1 response
@CarolaMuller (1210)
• Italy
7 Jul 07
I post another piece of the same fic ^O^
What would have he told? That his pager started to vibrate without warning and he had have to run? It would have been a good idea.
But who wanted make fun of, it was so evident.
Especially after that exchange of looks.
"I love you, Gil!
His stomach turned.
All collapsed, it didn't exist a floor where to rest the feet in sure way.
He raised his head, sure that his tears would have confused with the rain.
"Nick"
But he seemed so...upset...sorry.
Lost.
"Wait"
Wait for what? For hearing a heap of bales, like always?
He felt his pocket vibrating. He put in it his hand shaking, catching with the fingers his cellular and removing it from is imprisonment.
On the display was blinking a name that never in that moment he would have wished to see.
Gil.
He ignored the call, while he was approached his SUV and he seating on the front cowling.
What a lousy day.
And thinking he was so...so deceived that things could go well.
He wondered why Greggo that day had been so efficient and he hadn't lost his time behind his usual messing music.
Cellular stopped vibrating, and he thanked the Sky.
He raised his head.
The rain seemed increasing. Little badly, he wasn't offended for it.
It was nearly a shape of consolation to be under there.
He sighed.
He was really persistent.
He watched the object that he still held tightened in his hand, thinking that maybe to answer and send it to the hell wasn't a bad idea.
Strangely, this time he hung almost at once. Maybe he had received the message.
..No it was him to receive one.
He opened the cellular and, hesitant, pushed that damned key.
-Where are you-
Ahah, good question.
-Let me in peace-
He wondered why he was answering. Maybe to keep silent and make him suffer would have been the best thing to do, and maybe more satisfactory.
Why he had to be the only to suffer?
Admitted and not granted that Gil Grissom was able to suffer, obviously.
He knew from years that Sara drooled in a shameless way behind him, and he never let anyone know about what he felt about her.
But those words...had put fear on him.
What if Gil returned Sara's feelings? And what if Gil too, like him, was able to estrange his own feelings, his own emotions in order to avoid whichever embarrassing or counter-productive situation for its iron mind? Now he was thinking about, he had always been a master in this kind of things.
In that moment he thought that he hated Sara.
He would had prefered to continue living in falsehood, rather than to make to in its heart one possible, painful truth. Truth.
After all, who would had wanted to know that him, Nick Stokes, one of the most brilliant agents of the las vegas Crime Lab was...fallen in love with his supervisor?
He stretched one hand, picking up drops of a rain that was becoming more and more intense.
What he had to do.
If Grissom had taken the trouble to find him, surely he was on his tracks.
And once found...What he would have said to him? Sorry Gil, but it's not my fault if you're blind?
What a big mess.
He passed one hand between his soaked hair, shaking it towards the asphalt and trying to remove some water drops from it, well knowing how much it was useless.
He took a look to the zone which was around him, sighing.
He was in the crossing between Flamingo and Koval.
Strange, just a little time before he would have sworn that he would not have replaced his foot here anymore. The creeps came, if he only carried his mind to some month before. He sighed.
That day, even if he was terrified, he knew that HIM would have arrived...that he would have pulled him outside from that one damned coffin.
And now.
He felt alone. Under the rain, like a drowned rat, waiting for something that maybe never wouldn't have arrived.
