Post by newyorkbound on Sept 16, 2006 18:47:15 GMT 1
Alex’s note: This is the first Nellie fic on here I believe. If there are others let me know. A lot of people don’t like Ellie, I guess. Well, I decided to give this ship a try when I heard the lines in WTG …these won’t be exact but something like:
Nick:*On the phone with Grissom* You want me to keep an eye on her?
Grissom: It sounds like that’s what you’re doing.
Anyway…give it a try. We can be new shippers together.
Keeping an Eye on Her
Ellie Brass looked through the hospital window to her dad’s room. He was sleeping. She preferred to visit him while he was asleep. She couldn’t handle seeing him look at her like he had before, making her feel like the trash she was.
She knew the CSI’s thought of her as a selfish drug whore. She was. She didn’t have an excuse. She couldn’t say she was misunderstood because she wasn’t. She couldn’t say she knew she loved her dad underneath it all, because if she did, she wouldn’t have shut him out. She didn’t even know if she loved him now. All she knew was that when Grissom called and told her that he had been shot, she came as quickly as she could.
When Grissom had showed her the picture in her dad’s office, something stirred within her and she couldn’t feel anything against him. He still saw her as the little girl armed with crayons and an innocent smile. Looking at the picture, she hardly recognized herself. She had changed so much since then. If her dad, or any of them, hated her, they had a reason to.
“It’s like loving a puppy,” she told Grissom. In that picture she was like a puppy. Who would have known that what she’d grow up to be would be so unlovable? She knew that it sounded cold, but sometimes she wished he wouldn’t wake up, just so he wouldn’t have to see her. She couldn’t imagine the disappointment he felt each time he saw her as she was now.
“I’m sorry,” she mouthed subconsciously. It was all she could say. She couldn’t promise to change, because she was past the point of being saved now. But seeing him laying there in the hospital bed, having almost died, she hated herself for all the disappointment she’d caused him. She was sorry for it.
He opened his eyes and her own eyes widened in surprise. He couldn’t see her here. She wasn’t ready for him to see her. She balked, turning away and running down the hall.
She felt the impact bumping into someone else as she turned the corner and the burning of fresh coffee as it flew onto her face and coat. She yelped as she jumped back. Looking up, she scowled one of the CSI’s, Nick, if she remembered correctly. He was holding his own coffee in one hand, and dripping, but now empty cup in the other. He gave a tired half-grin. “Well, that was going to be yours.” A southern accent could be detected in his voice. Texan, maybe?
”What are you doing here!” she snapped, going into her selfish mode and forgetting that he could have come to visit her dad. “I don’t need a babysitter!”
“I was just coming to see your dad and thought might want some coffee,” he said.
“I think the point of coffee is to drink it, not to wear it,” she retorted.
“Hey don’t blame me,” he held his hands up in defense. “You came from out of nowhere and ran into me.” He paused. “Where are you going anyway?”
”Away from here,” she said curtly. She looked down at her wet jacket, shirt and miniskirt. “And now to get a change of clothes.”
“Where are you staying?”
She hesitated. Why would he care? None of them cared about her. Crossing her arms to say that she was only telling him because she was tired and wanted to be left alone, she told him where it was.
“Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”
“You really don’t need to do that,” she said coldly. Most of the guys she came across only wanted one thing. Why should Nick Stokes be any different?
“I know. I want to.” Something about him could be trusted, she thought. He didn’t seem like he was just looking for sex. Besides, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer and she wasn’t in a mood to argue strangely.
”Fine.” She said, uncrossing her arms and following him.
As they drove she said nothing. She took a seat in the back and stared out the window. For the first time in a while, she cried. She cried over the fact that her dad (who she wouldn’t tell herself that she loved) had almost died and the fact that her life had turned out to be so crappy. The urge to cry had been inside her for so long, when she finally did, she felt…tired. She didn’t even fight the urge as her eyelids began to close and soon she was out.
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Nick Stokes drove around the strip looking for the motel Ellie had mentioned. Some Super 8 on 6th Street. Or was it a Motel 6 on 16th Street? So far he figured he was on the right track. Ellie hadn’t said anything to tell him he was going the wrong way. She hadn’t said much of anything at all, actually. She sat in the back, and had been quiet the whole ride, which was a definite change from the frantic, yelling, always on the cell phone Ellie he’d seen at the hospital earlier.
He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to this girl. He wasn’t sure if it was romantic or anything, but he didn’t dislike her like the most of the others. He understood why they did; it was easy to after all they’d heard about her. And she wasn’t exactly the most responsible young woman either, putting her on Sofia’s bad side. He understood why they felt that way, but he didn’t. Maybe he saw what Brass saw. A girl who could have been anything, but chose not to be. She still had the chance though.
He drove around 6th Street for at least 30 minutes and saw no Super 8. Maybe it was Motel 6on 16th Street. “Hey, Ellie where did you say you were staying?” he asked. No answer. He tilted his rearview mirror to see her. She was asleep. So much for the motel, he thought. He changed direction and headed back to his house. She could stay the night there and go back to the motel tomorrow.
They arrived and she awoke, slightly. “We’re at my house,” he explained. “You fell asleep and couldn’t tell me where you were staying, so you can stay here for the night.” She nodded drowsily and closed her eyes again. He walked over to the back door, opened it, and lifted her out of the car. She was light. The affect the drugs had had on her, he guessed. He opened the door to the house and set her on the couch before heading to his own bed.
Nick:*On the phone with Grissom* You want me to keep an eye on her?
Grissom: It sounds like that’s what you’re doing.
Anyway…give it a try. We can be new shippers together.
Keeping an Eye on Her
Ellie Brass looked through the hospital window to her dad’s room. He was sleeping. She preferred to visit him while he was asleep. She couldn’t handle seeing him look at her like he had before, making her feel like the trash she was.
She knew the CSI’s thought of her as a selfish drug whore. She was. She didn’t have an excuse. She couldn’t say she was misunderstood because she wasn’t. She couldn’t say she knew she loved her dad underneath it all, because if she did, she wouldn’t have shut him out. She didn’t even know if she loved him now. All she knew was that when Grissom called and told her that he had been shot, she came as quickly as she could.
When Grissom had showed her the picture in her dad’s office, something stirred within her and she couldn’t feel anything against him. He still saw her as the little girl armed with crayons and an innocent smile. Looking at the picture, she hardly recognized herself. She had changed so much since then. If her dad, or any of them, hated her, they had a reason to.
“It’s like loving a puppy,” she told Grissom. In that picture she was like a puppy. Who would have known that what she’d grow up to be would be so unlovable? She knew that it sounded cold, but sometimes she wished he wouldn’t wake up, just so he wouldn’t have to see her. She couldn’t imagine the disappointment he felt each time he saw her as she was now.
“I’m sorry,” she mouthed subconsciously. It was all she could say. She couldn’t promise to change, because she was past the point of being saved now. But seeing him laying there in the hospital bed, having almost died, she hated herself for all the disappointment she’d caused him. She was sorry for it.
He opened his eyes and her own eyes widened in surprise. He couldn’t see her here. She wasn’t ready for him to see her. She balked, turning away and running down the hall.
She felt the impact bumping into someone else as she turned the corner and the burning of fresh coffee as it flew onto her face and coat. She yelped as she jumped back. Looking up, she scowled one of the CSI’s, Nick, if she remembered correctly. He was holding his own coffee in one hand, and dripping, but now empty cup in the other. He gave a tired half-grin. “Well, that was going to be yours.” A southern accent could be detected in his voice. Texan, maybe?
”What are you doing here!” she snapped, going into her selfish mode and forgetting that he could have come to visit her dad. “I don’t need a babysitter!”
“I was just coming to see your dad and thought might want some coffee,” he said.
“I think the point of coffee is to drink it, not to wear it,” she retorted.
“Hey don’t blame me,” he held his hands up in defense. “You came from out of nowhere and ran into me.” He paused. “Where are you going anyway?”
”Away from here,” she said curtly. She looked down at her wet jacket, shirt and miniskirt. “And now to get a change of clothes.”
“Where are you staying?”
She hesitated. Why would he care? None of them cared about her. Crossing her arms to say that she was only telling him because she was tired and wanted to be left alone, she told him where it was.
“Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”
“You really don’t need to do that,” she said coldly. Most of the guys she came across only wanted one thing. Why should Nick Stokes be any different?
“I know. I want to.” Something about him could be trusted, she thought. He didn’t seem like he was just looking for sex. Besides, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer and she wasn’t in a mood to argue strangely.
”Fine.” She said, uncrossing her arms and following him.
As they drove she said nothing. She took a seat in the back and stared out the window. For the first time in a while, she cried. She cried over the fact that her dad (who she wouldn’t tell herself that she loved) had almost died and the fact that her life had turned out to be so crappy. The urge to cry had been inside her for so long, when she finally did, she felt…tired. She didn’t even fight the urge as her eyelids began to close and soon she was out.
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Nick Stokes drove around the strip looking for the motel Ellie had mentioned. Some Super 8 on 6th Street. Or was it a Motel 6 on 16th Street? So far he figured he was on the right track. Ellie hadn’t said anything to tell him he was going the wrong way. She hadn’t said much of anything at all, actually. She sat in the back, and had been quiet the whole ride, which was a definite change from the frantic, yelling, always on the cell phone Ellie he’d seen at the hospital earlier.
He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to this girl. He wasn’t sure if it was romantic or anything, but he didn’t dislike her like the most of the others. He understood why they did; it was easy to after all they’d heard about her. And she wasn’t exactly the most responsible young woman either, putting her on Sofia’s bad side. He understood why they felt that way, but he didn’t. Maybe he saw what Brass saw. A girl who could have been anything, but chose not to be. She still had the chance though.
He drove around 6th Street for at least 30 minutes and saw no Super 8. Maybe it was Motel 6on 16th Street. “Hey, Ellie where did you say you were staying?” he asked. No answer. He tilted his rearview mirror to see her. She was asleep. So much for the motel, he thought. He changed direction and headed back to his house. She could stay the night there and go back to the motel tomorrow.
They arrived and she awoke, slightly. “We’re at my house,” he explained. “You fell asleep and couldn’t tell me where you were staying, so you can stay here for the night.” She nodded drowsily and closed her eyes again. He walked over to the back door, opened it, and lifted her out of the car. She was light. The affect the drugs had had on her, he guessed. He opened the door to the house and set her on the couch before heading to his own bed.
