Post by sammie on Apr 12, 2006 23:03:44 GMT 1
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, CSI:Miami, CSI:NY
1 - Vanilla: CSI: Greg/Nick
2 - Memory: CSI:Miami : Horatio/Speed
3 - Rain: CSI: Miami :Horatio/Calleigh
4 - Sand: CSI: Warrick
5 - Tattoo: CSI:NY : Mac/Danny
6 - I'm Sorry: CSI:Miami :St.H
Vanilla.
I smell his cloths as we hug and I hold him close in my arms. That wild hair had been tamed since his days in the lab, the wild cloths had gone too, replaced by his new more ‘grown-up’ image. An attempt to impress those around him, to make him look more sophisticated. They don’t know the real Greg Sanders, MY Greg Sanders!
There’s the drum beat of his rock music again, the devilish smile that lights his eyes and face up. As immature and childish as ever on the inside, they just don’t see it. He has his arms around me and mine around him as we sit on the couch and kiss, two hearts beating as one. I taste the vanilla in his mouth and instantly know he’s been at the fudge I had hidden in the kitchen cupboard. Another Greg Sanders quirk you hide it he finds it.
Never in my life I though I would be here,
Never in my life I though I would have him.
I do and he is mine and I am never letting go and amid a heated kiss he sings in my ear.
“I can not speak, I’ve lost my mind, speechless and redundant, because I love you is not enough I’m lost for words.”
And at that point I know I am home and here is where I will stay forever with MY Greg Sanders and his Vanilla taste.
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Memory.
I hold his top in my hands his smell, the pillow beside me still smells of him.
“Oh Speed.” I mumble in to it.
Why, why him?
Why my Speed?
I’m holding him, the fear in his coffee brown eyes as he looks up stuttering. I hold him as he slips away from me, only that morning I woke up to him beside me. Stoking his cheek I told him I loved him. I still do, I still do.
So why MY Speed, my lover.
Why him?
I hold the t-shirt to my chest and I sigh heavily. I wont be complete again. I’ll never feel his skin touch mine. I’ll never see those brown eyes again.
So when people ask me if I am okay, I hold my head up high and say yes, they never know what I feel inside.
Only my Speed does.
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Rain
The rain falls from the sky as she darts from her car into the reception, the sky is dark, the black clouds ominous about the Miami sky line. The humid air begging for a break, begging for the heavens to open the lighting to rip and the tension to leave the air.
She walks though the glass walled lab as it lit up the hallway, the air outside shaking as the sky was ripped apart the release it so desperately need, it got.
Now she wanted hers. She watched her boss, standing at the end of the hall way, talking to a lab tech. Documents were exchanged as she walked over to him smiling.
“Hey.” she said
“Hey.” he replied echoing her smiled. “Your wet.” he told her simply. She smiled back to him again, a action she could help when she was with him.
“Yeah, its raining outside.” she told him, the hairs on her arum standing up as the air in the lab chilled her. He smiled back to her and looked at her warmly, the light catching his blue eyes that she could drown in easily.
“You look cold.” he stated again.
“Yeah.” she answered lost for a moment. He placed an arm around her as smiled.
“I have to go, but I will see you tonight.” and with that she bounced off to the locker room, a smile on her face and love in her heart.
They would be together tonight.
--------
Sand
I sit staring at the sample down the microscope. I screw my eyes up and refocus the lens. My eyes hurt. I’ve been working too long. I want to go. I want to go home to my wife, however there is a case to be solved and a mother who needs answers as to why her daughter was murdered.
I stair at the sample again, sand, tiny grains of sand, the key to the case is sand. I smile we have something. Heterogeneous sand grains from a quarry. Funny how something so small can mean so much and tell us a story. I think back to the mother who sat in the lab and cried because her daughter had been taken from her early, soon I will be able to give her answers to the questions she needs to move on.
Working here has made me see, that one day you can be living your life and the next you can be gone, to grasp hold of every moment because it matters. That one day we will all have to die. Some of us sooner than others but one day we will meet an end. Anything can happen to anyone.
I just hope it isn’t me.
---------
Tattoo
What’s he talkin’ ‘bout again?
I’m too busy fantasizing about my own boss to hear his words. What’s he sayin’ now. Tattoo…I have a tattoo. He’s not talkin’ ‘bout my tattoo is he? Nope he’s talkin’ about the victim. Damn it!
What’s goin’ on? Why the hell am I fantasizing over my boss! Stop it Messer! Just stop thinking all together!
Right okay…no dirty thoughts that’s good? He’s gone? Where the hell did Mac go? Mac…oh bugger! Excuse me one moment brain while I fling you against the wall!
Shit shit shit!
I walk back in to the lab and get on with my job…I cant shake this feelin’ off.
What is wrong with me?
-------
St.H aka Horatio/Rick
I'm Sorry
Caine.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine.
The head of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab and the man who tried his hardest to make my job very hard. it’s a well known fact that we do not get on. That we are not the best of friends and out meeting usually end with one of us storming off in a huff, that usually end up being me.
The man makes my blood boil sometimes. I swear he DELIBRETLY tries to make my job impossible and make me ‘Number One Enemy’ of his team.
So I am standing outside his office about to swallow my pride and apologise for opening my damn mouth and stupidly rising to his challenge.
Why??
Because even though this IS Horatio Caine, and he tries his damn hardest to make my life a living hell.
In the end.
I still like him.
1 - Vanilla: CSI: Greg/Nick
2 - Memory: CSI:Miami : Horatio/Speed
3 - Rain: CSI: Miami :Horatio/Calleigh
4 - Sand: CSI: Warrick
5 - Tattoo: CSI:NY : Mac/Danny
6 - I'm Sorry: CSI:Miami :St.H
Vanilla.
I smell his cloths as we hug and I hold him close in my arms. That wild hair had been tamed since his days in the lab, the wild cloths had gone too, replaced by his new more ‘grown-up’ image. An attempt to impress those around him, to make him look more sophisticated. They don’t know the real Greg Sanders, MY Greg Sanders!
There’s the drum beat of his rock music again, the devilish smile that lights his eyes and face up. As immature and childish as ever on the inside, they just don’t see it. He has his arms around me and mine around him as we sit on the couch and kiss, two hearts beating as one. I taste the vanilla in his mouth and instantly know he’s been at the fudge I had hidden in the kitchen cupboard. Another Greg Sanders quirk you hide it he finds it.
Never in my life I though I would be here,
Never in my life I though I would have him.
I do and he is mine and I am never letting go and amid a heated kiss he sings in my ear.
“I can not speak, I’ve lost my mind, speechless and redundant, because I love you is not enough I’m lost for words.”
And at that point I know I am home and here is where I will stay forever with MY Greg Sanders and his Vanilla taste.
----
Memory.
I hold his top in my hands his smell, the pillow beside me still smells of him.
“Oh Speed.” I mumble in to it.
Why, why him?
Why my Speed?
I’m holding him, the fear in his coffee brown eyes as he looks up stuttering. I hold him as he slips away from me, only that morning I woke up to him beside me. Stoking his cheek I told him I loved him. I still do, I still do.
So why MY Speed, my lover.
Why him?
I hold the t-shirt to my chest and I sigh heavily. I wont be complete again. I’ll never feel his skin touch mine. I’ll never see those brown eyes again.
So when people ask me if I am okay, I hold my head up high and say yes, they never know what I feel inside.
Only my Speed does.
---------
Rain
The rain falls from the sky as she darts from her car into the reception, the sky is dark, the black clouds ominous about the Miami sky line. The humid air begging for a break, begging for the heavens to open the lighting to rip and the tension to leave the air.
She walks though the glass walled lab as it lit up the hallway, the air outside shaking as the sky was ripped apart the release it so desperately need, it got.
Now she wanted hers. She watched her boss, standing at the end of the hall way, talking to a lab tech. Documents were exchanged as she walked over to him smiling.
“Hey.” she said
“Hey.” he replied echoing her smiled. “Your wet.” he told her simply. She smiled back to him again, a action she could help when she was with him.
“Yeah, its raining outside.” she told him, the hairs on her arum standing up as the air in the lab chilled her. He smiled back to her and looked at her warmly, the light catching his blue eyes that she could drown in easily.
“You look cold.” he stated again.
“Yeah.” she answered lost for a moment. He placed an arm around her as smiled.
“I have to go, but I will see you tonight.” and with that she bounced off to the locker room, a smile on her face and love in her heart.
They would be together tonight.
--------
Sand
I sit staring at the sample down the microscope. I screw my eyes up and refocus the lens. My eyes hurt. I’ve been working too long. I want to go. I want to go home to my wife, however there is a case to be solved and a mother who needs answers as to why her daughter was murdered.
I stair at the sample again, sand, tiny grains of sand, the key to the case is sand. I smile we have something. Heterogeneous sand grains from a quarry. Funny how something so small can mean so much and tell us a story. I think back to the mother who sat in the lab and cried because her daughter had been taken from her early, soon I will be able to give her answers to the questions she needs to move on.
Working here has made me see, that one day you can be living your life and the next you can be gone, to grasp hold of every moment because it matters. That one day we will all have to die. Some of us sooner than others but one day we will meet an end. Anything can happen to anyone.
I just hope it isn’t me.
---------
Tattoo
What’s he talkin’ ‘bout again?
I’m too busy fantasizing about my own boss to hear his words. What’s he sayin’ now. Tattoo…I have a tattoo. He’s not talkin’ ‘bout my tattoo is he? Nope he’s talkin’ about the victim. Damn it!
What’s goin’ on? Why the hell am I fantasizing over my boss! Stop it Messer! Just stop thinking all together!
Right okay…no dirty thoughts that’s good? He’s gone? Where the hell did Mac go? Mac…oh bugger! Excuse me one moment brain while I fling you against the wall!
Shit shit shit!
I walk back in to the lab and get on with my job…I cant shake this feelin’ off.
What is wrong with me?
-------
St.H aka Horatio/Rick
I'm Sorry
Caine.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine.
The head of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab and the man who tried his hardest to make my job very hard. it’s a well known fact that we do not get on. That we are not the best of friends and out meeting usually end with one of us storming off in a huff, that usually end up being me.
The man makes my blood boil sometimes. I swear he DELIBRETLY tries to make my job impossible and make me ‘Number One Enemy’ of his team.
So I am standing outside his office about to swallow my pride and apologise for opening my damn mouth and stupidly rising to his challenge.
Why??
Because even though this IS Horatio Caine, and he tries his damn hardest to make my life a living hell.
In the end.
I still like him.
