CSI Slash

Fic: Family Tales 11/15

2008-07-26T09:57:18Z

Title: Family Tales
Series: sequel to Family Ties
Author: Swift tales
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Category: AU, Romance, Family, Angst
Pairing: Eric/Ryan (a little Horatio/OFC)
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Everything before and during Curse of the Coffin
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own
Summary: Ryan meets the members of swing shift

Chapter 11

2 fics

2008-07-26T07:17:59Z

Title: Problem Solving

Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Danny/Flack

Rating: FRM... (or whatever the FR version of R is)

AN: Spoils for S3 basically and I really need to get myself a Danny/Flack icon one of these days...
Summary: It could have been routine; go out, play a little pool, get a little drunk.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Surprised?

Title: ...And All This Space Is Running Out
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters/Pairing: Flack/Mac
Rating: FRT
Spoilers: 1x17 The Fall
Summary: This time the point is this doesn’t change anything except that it does; it changes everything.
A/N: I've been watching S1 again and wanting to write about it, dammit...
Disclaimer: Not Mine. No Money. For Fun. The End.

Both x-posted at csi_ny_fic

Fic: A whimsical little tail (1/1)

2008-07-25T17:44:25Z

Title: A whimsical little tail
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 840
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Hank (Yes…that’s right!)
Warnings: Completely and utterly AU fluff!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: This is a just a little fic written, with Podga’s permission, regarding her wonderful fics ‘Isolation’ and ‘From Before to After’, posted on the 19th and 20th of July respectively! Written, naturally, by a fic writer with dogs!!!

A whimsical little tail.

I did hear him shout for me to stop, but what the hell, things have been so boring around here I thought I’d show him that there was still some life left in the old dog. Noooo, I’m not that old, for Dog’s sake.

I mean, I could have really bitten the human and, if you don’t mind me saying, he was being a bit melodramatic falling to the ground like he did. I thought I did contrite quite well afterwards and Gil did pet me….he’s never hit me, although when he’s really annoyed at me, he might as well have done, it hurts just as much to have him, ‘give me a talking to’; she used to say I didn’t understand, but I did, every word.

Those other humans who kept me, they used to hit me and it hurt, I mean it’s not like I've got a lot of fat on me…I’m a super sleek model, that’s me. I tried to be a good boy, but sometimes I just got a bit carried away. Anyway I’m older now and I like it here, a lot better. So, I’m being extra good; I’m sure he’ll keep me.

Will he though? He didn’t keep her, did he? And, he let her sleep in his bed with him….he never lets me do that. But he chats to me quite a lot and that’s nice; they didn’t speak much, just sat around reading and then doing those things in bed, though not very often.

It was funny that, because he did the same peculiar things with this new human that he’d done with her and my Gil was much noisier about it than he ever was with her, and they did it in the living room. I could see; it was seriously weird stuff I can tell you. I mean they go on about dogs sniffing each other’s dicks, but this new human had Gil’s dick in his mouth. Well.

And then they went off to bed and closed the door. Spoilsports; I just like to know what’s going on, is all; this is my home, after all’s said and done.

Nearly got into trouble again this morning when I had the new human stuck fast, scared half to death. It was great; I only bared my teeth, only a little bit. Dog, he was scared and called out for Gil, like a sissy. So I walked out like nothing had happened and Gil believed me and not him. Ha….a victory!

‘Nick’, that’s what he calls the new human and I like that name. I don’t know how I got saddled with ‘Hank’…huh, rhymes with ‘stank and wank’, that’s what my previous small humans used to say. I would have liked Bruno….or Gomez….don’t ask why. Bruno seems to me to be a very regal name. I could be the pet of someone famous with a name like that and I could live in Hollywood; be a star on a major television series. Yep, I could do that.

I’m not complaining, really I’m not, I like being here with Gil. Perhaps, if I start being nice to the new human, Nick, he will keep me. And that guy is such a pushover I bet I could land me a nice little place on the bottom of the bed. I could see what was going on then.

He’s going to stay; I can tell….there’s a lightness in the air that hasn’t been here since before the other human was here. Yeah, that’s the truth of it; the atmosphere in here was stifling when she was here. That’s gone.

That’s it then, the plan. I’ll put it into action when the new human comes back, I’m sure he will, Gil was stroking and petting him …I wonder if Gil put Nick’s dick in his mouth. Must be a human habit I've not seen before. They have some very strange habits, these humans. They pee in the same place all the time; I mean how weird is that? And, when we go out for a walk, they don’t even have one pee. Hold on a moment, was Gil stroking him and petting him more than me? He was, but, they’re humans, they can do that stuff; I’ll let them.

So….when Nick comes back he is going to get him a new best friend, and how. He will be totally unable to resist me and my charms. I can do nice; I can do friendly; I can do big brown eyes, nobody loves me, paw on knee. Yep, no problemo. I will be sleeping on the that big bed in no time at all. And there's no way they’ll let me go….if I play my cards right (that’s a good analogy, we live in Las Vegas) I might even end up with a playmate…but I won’t let them call him Bruno….no way, I might be called Hank, but inside I’m ‘Bruno – Dog star, you want my pawograph’?

Mark my bark.

The End

Art! CSI Vegas Chibis!

2008-07-25T16:50:41Z

And now for the next installment of Chibis, today it’s CSI LV! I Love how the Nick/Warrick one turned out the best. Please Enjoy!

All Chibis are Rated G

Teasers:

And Finally Nick/Warrick

CSI Vegas Chibis are Here

Please Remember that Feedback is Love as well as Feeds the Muse!

csi_slash @ 2008-07-25T13:08:00

2008-07-25T11:08:45Z

Road Trip(4/10)

Author: Valerie
Fandom: CSI, CSI NY, NCIS, Las Vegas, Numb3rs, L&O SVU
Pairings: Mac/Danny, Nick/Don, Jethro/Tony, Eric/Danny, Warrick/Delinda
Rating: FRAO
Series: Of masks and men, Part 6
Spoilers: CSI Las Vegas Season 7, CSI NY Season 3, Specific use of episode 'Silent Night',

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, they belong to various producers and companies. No money is made...

Note: This is the 6th part of the Mask and Men universe. It takes place after 'Merry Christmas'. All my previous stories are either on wwomb or on my page.

Beta: Antoinette, thank you very, very much!!

Read it on livejournal (friends only)

Chapter 4

Or on the wwomb archive

Story

Crossposted to csi_fandom and ncis_slash

Don't Worry

2008-07-25T09:08:25Z

Title – Don’t Worry (No One Saw You Fall)
Author – alligator138
Fandom – CSI:Miami
Pairing – Ryan/Eric
Category – Pre-slash
Prompt – from 130_prompts - #001 - introduction
Summary – Patrol Officer Ryan Wolfe reports to Lieutenant Caine at the scene of a bus crash. Lieutenant Caine is not alone...
Rating – R (dirty thoughts)
Disclaimer – They’re not mine and I make no money from this. I’m just obsessed.

Don't Worry (No One Saw You Fall)

Miami Vacation Chapter 19

2008-07-25T00:23:30Z

Title: Miami Vacation Chapter 19
Fandom: CSI: MIAMI / NCIS CROSSOVER
Genre: Slash, Pre-Slash, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs mentioned, Ryan/Eric unrequited possibly pre-slash.
Rating: FRAO
Spoliers: NCIS-Bikini Wax, CSI: Miami-Sex&Taxes; All prior episodes fair game, both series. Specific Spoilers for NCIS BETE NOIR, REVEILLE, CSI: Miami: LOST SON ( continual references to Speed's death)
Disclaimer : I only own my OCs

Thanks to nikitariddick for the beta

http://mjmcca.livejournal.com/20529.html

ART! CSI NY Chibis

2008-07-24T16:17:08Z

Art! I’ll be posting a few per day from now to over the weekend! So to start with it’s CSI NY Chibis today!

All Chibis are rated FRC
Teasers:

The Chibis can be found Here

And Remember Feedback is love!

Mister-ess

2008-07-23T22:29:54Z

Title:Mister-ess
Author:ihrtkjr
Category:e/r, h/c, AU, and m-preg just because I don't really ever see them and I want to.
Spoilers:None right now, may change in the future.
Rating:NC-17.
Pairing:Ryan/Eric, Ryan/? (It would give things away)
Summary:My universe, Speed lives. Can't really say much right now without giving something away.
Warning:smut,good old fashioned smut. It is a m/m fic, so you have been warned.
A/N: Don't own, just borrowing. Am making no money so don't sue. Is AU. I can't read every story out there no matter how hard I try, so if this is like something you've read before, please let me know. I do not want to infringe on anyone's territory. Or not give credit were it's due.
Beta:ihrtangusyoung
Part: 5/?

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

"Ryan, what's wrong?" Eric asked, walking into the freshly scrubbed bathroom.

"Nothing. Why?" Ryan asked as he put the towels away.

"Because you don't clean like this for nothing."

"Spring cleaning."

"We already did that. What's wrong? Ryan." Eric slowly pulled Ryan's face close to his. "They can't have you back." He growled.

"They don't want me back." Ryan whispered.

"You see these?" Eric asked holding up their hands so they both saw the rings. "These mean he can't have you back either."

"Is there a choice?" Ryan asked.

"Of course there's a choice! You paid off that debt."

"What if-"

"No what if's. We've been through this before. You're mine and I'm your's. Remember? You said nothing would change that." Eric smiled and kissed Ryan. "If he even tries coming around here I'll kill him. Besides, he had his chance and he blew it. Did he come here?" Eric asked.

"No. His agent, the one that set us up, contacted me." Ryan turned the shower on and started to strip. "He didn't know about Tino." He wispered.

"What else does he want Ryan?" Eric's voice went low.

Ryan turned and faced Eric. "He want's to see them." Ryan stepped into the shower, not wanting to the look on Eric's face. His plan failed when Eric joined him.

"No."

"Baby. We can't control it. If we take them outside he can watch them. And we can't keep them locked up forever, they'd kill us." He added seeing the look on Eric's face.

"We could move."

"They'd find us."

"We-"

"Eric." Ryan's voice broke.

"I'm sorry Ry. But I don't like him." Eric said, pulling Ryan into his arms.

Ryan wrapped his arms around Eric's neck and kissed his cheek. He settled into the embrace as Eric rubbed his back. Ryan pulled back and leaned his forehead against Eric's. "I love you, Eric Delko."

"I love you too, Ryan Wolfe." Eric whispered.

"Show me."

"I'm not letting you go." Eric pulled Ryan closer.

"Love me Eric." Eric nodded.

"Keep your eyes open." He murmered, lowering his lips to Ryan's.

Ryan watched as his lover slowly took his mouth, mapping the dark cavern. He felt Eric's hands on his body, neading here, stroking there, and he wimpered.

Eric pulled back. "Bed. I want you in our bed."

Ryan nodded, his voice caught in his throat at the look in Eric's eyes.

Ray watched through the window as Ryan was carried out of the bathroom by his lover.

"You said nothing had changed. He has a husband and I have son. You lied." He glared at Loring. "What else?"

Fic: Too Old (Gil/Nick)

2008-07-23T16:32:36Z

Title	Too Old
Author	podga
Pairing	Gil/Nick
Rating	PG-13
Disclaimer	CSI and its characters do not belong to me. I write and post for fun only.
Summary	Gil has the flu. Sequel to “From Before to After”.
Warnings	Some light spoilers for episode 8.12 “Grissom’s Divine Comedy”.
A/N	Quote towards end of fic is from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116.

Fic: Family Tales 10/15

2008-07-23T08:40:39Z

Fic: Dipped Death Parts 14 - 17 of 17 and a little Epilogue

2008-07-22T19:06:05Z

Title: Dipped Death. Parts 14 – 17 of 17 and a little Epilogue!
Author: Dee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5241
Pairings: Gil and Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes and the gang, plus various OM/OFCs
Warnings: Angst, but yes…fluff. SS bashing.
Spoilers: Grave Danger (Has anyone NOT seen it half a million times?)
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: It should not be a secret that I dislike SS’s character. (It has nothing to do with JF….I just don’t like the character…okay?) So, if you like her, then this fic is not for you. Jayceepat gave me a ‘little challenge’ and I reckoned, maybe, a couple of thousand words…..well; the finished fic is over 21k words! As always, because I’m impatient, I’ll post it quite quickly. Bodily functions discussed and descriptions given, but beware that the only medical knowledge I have comes from ‘House’ and Wikipedia….an expert then….not! It is pretend, made up, not real…nor intended to be so…
N.B. I’m so proud, my A/N is exactly 100 words – a drabble!

Part Fourteen

He thought the very longest it would be before Hodges got the chocolate strawberries was thirty minutes. Catherine would have had her lights on and her siren sounding….she didn’t pussyfoot around.

Gil moaned a little and moved. Nick thought he’d have a look to see if there was any more blood loss. He gingerly lifted the blanket at the side and peered underneath, he couldn’t see anything. And didn’t want to disturb Gil, so left well alone. He supposed the steady signals of his vital signs indicated that he was better than he had been.

He pulled the blanket straight and then noticed something odd. The cotton wool and bandage covering the crease in his elbow where the blood sample had been taken was soaked in blood. He looked at the back of Gil’s hand where the port had been inserted for the drip. The back of his hand was purple and bruised quite badly….to Nick it indicated bleeding…quite heavy bleeding around the site.

Nick stood up and closed his eyes tight and remembered a case he’d done a few years ago…. A woman had bled out and died…she’d been given rat poison…Warforin…also used as a blood thinning drug.

He reached into his pocket and called Hodges at the lab.

“Hodges, it’s Nick…....yeah he’s stable at the moment...…have you found anything yet….yeah, I know it’s not been long enough, I’m just worried, is all….look, do everything…but do a rush job on Warforin….yeah, you heard right…..not the doctor, me….a hunch….look go with it…it’s for Gil…..yeah, thanks.” He snapped his cell closed.

He pushed the button to call a nurse. She arrived in about a minute. “What’s wrong?”
She asked as she went immediately to Gil’s side and checked the monitors and the blood transfusion.

“I’m sorry to call you but I need to speak to the doctor urgently, I have something to tell him.”

She looked at him quizzically but said. “He’s very busy tonight but I’ll ask him.”

“It’s urgent. I believe Gil may have been poisoned and will need to be treated ASAP”

“Oh, right.” She didn’t seem particularly impressed.

“Please. Just ask.” Nick could do annoyed along with the next guy. He wanted to see the doctor, if he had to go hunt him down himself, he would, but he didn’t want to leave Gil’s side.

She nodded and left. However, much to Nick’s surprise the doctor arrived about three or four minutes later.

“You wanted to see me…Nurse said Gil was still stable.”

“Well…he is…but look….” Nick pulled Gil’s arm gently from the under the blanket and he could see that the blood from the site of blood test was now trickling running down his arm as he moved it and there was a haematoma forming below and above the elbow, almost as they looked at it.….”…..and here.” He showed the doctor the back of Gil’s hand the clearly formed and seemingly spreading haematoma.

“I’ve seen this before….she was dead, but she was poisoned with Warforin. I’ve already asked my lab to run a test on the chocolates. He’s still going to do a complete panel but will do this one immediately.

“Are you a doctor?”

“No….a criminalist….a forensic scientist…..Gil’s the doctor…an entomologist.”

“Right.” The favourite word was back. “It fits, without a doubt. Even without the result I can start a treatment….it’d do no harm while we’re waiting. We can get ahead of the game.”

“I figured.”

“…and if it is that…this could be a big problem if chocolates have been contaminated in some way.”

“My thoughts at the moment tend to go with a targeted assault on Gil…..and me….lets wait and see what the results are.”

While they’d been speaking the doctor had quickly changed the dressing on Gil’s arm, cleaned it up a little and put a more substantial bandage in its place.

“I’ll get the phytomenadione started. Be back in a few minutes.” He was back about ten minutes later. “Sorry about that, we had to open the main pharmacy to get the stuff…it’s not routinely stocked in the ER.”

He pulled out the blood transfusion and added a double shunt to take two drips and then added the drug and checked the drip rate. “With bleeding this is a good drug to use anyway, so it won’t do any harm.” He repeated his earlier statement….Nick thought maybe to reassure him…he didn’t know.…but one thing he was absolutely certain about was that in some way, Sara Sidle was responsible for this…..he had no doubt, whatsoever.

Gil was still sleeping and Nick thought that maybe he looked better than he had….maybe his face wasn’t quite as pale and maybe the stress of the pain wasn’t so prominent on his face. Maybe he was a little more relaxed and maybe. Just maybe, Nick felt a little more optimistic now than he had thirty minutes ago.

Nick was still checking his watch…by the passage of time…about every two minutes. But, when the cell did vibrate in his pocket he nearly jumped out of his skin. He fumbled for it and flipped it open. It was Hodges and he listened.

“Yeah….thanks Hodges, hey man, I owe you big time. I really mean that.” He listened a bit more. “Sounds like a plan. I appreciate what you’ve done and so will Gil. I’ll let you know how it goes but they’ve started treatment based on that assumption. Thanks. Bye.”

He ended the call, and returned the cell to his pocket. He looked at Gil and stood and leaned over and kissed his lips. He whispered, “I love you…I’ll be back in a minute.”
He then left the cubicle to search for the doctor. He was writing notes at the nurses' station.

“Hey doc.”

“You heard anything yet?”

“Confirmation. Preliminary results is Warforin, standard rodent poison…but with a twist….the chocolates had been dusted, not just with straightforward cocoa powder, but also with chocolate Ex –lax.”

“Right. Making sure that the diarrhoea would more than likely induce a weakened gut susceptible to bleeding. The initial pain was most likely cramps from the overdose of Ex-lax and not the bleeding. Come on, I’ll increase the phytomenadione treatment. Let’s hope there’s been no lasting damage…but you were on to it very quickly…so I’m pretty hopeful.”

The doctor had walked quickly to Gil’s cubicle followed by Nick. “I can get him admitted to a room now…it’ll be more comfortable than lying in here on the trolley. Have you told him?”

“No I haven’t woken him.”

“Well wake him and tell him, I’ll bet he’ll be pleased with the good news.”

“Yeah….except that’s it isn’t that good. This is a murder attempt or at the very least a serious assault, with intent. Probably meant for both of us…but I wouldn’t eat one of the fucking….sorry….things.” The doctor smiled. “We’ve got a detective coming over and he’ll need to speak to Gil…and then the CSI’s will have to go over our house more than likely….except that the evidence has been removed to the lab…God, this is going to be bad, y’know?”

“Sounds like it…..you know who it is, don’t you?”

“Yep…a colleague…ha…a colleague. Upset because we’re gay…she’s been carrying a crush on Gil for years…..never amounted to a bag of shit as far as Gil was concerned….but…..she just found out yesterday that we’ve been a couple for three years.”

“Hell hath no fury…..”

“Got it in one.”

The doctor had finished upping the dose.

“I’ll get the paperwork done to transfer him. I’ll get onto our labs to check your findings…but it’ll be tomorrow before they do.”

“Hodges…the guy back at our lab…will do a comprehensive tox screen and that’ll confirm his initial findings.”

Just then Catherine arrived and Nick could see Jim behind her. Their concern was plain to see. “Hey, Catherine, Jim; look, I haven’t told Gil yet. He’s asleep at the moment; could you just give me a few minutes to break the news?”

“Sure Nicky…but speed is…”

“I know, just a minute or two. Okay?”

“Sure.” Catherine withdrew and the doctor looked at Nick.

“I’m off…any problems call me back.”

“Thanks doc.”

“Don’t thank me…..you’re the diagnostician.”

Nick smiled and turned his attention to Gil as the two of them were left alone again.

Part Fifteen

“Gil, babe. Come on wake up, sweetie.” Nick very gently shook Gil’s shoulder.

Gil was rousing himself. “Sweetie? Where did that come from?”

This was more like it…Gil was definitely better, even if he sounded very weak.

“Because I can…you’re in no position to complain…’sweetie’.”

“I suppose not. Feel a bit better.”

“You look a lot better. They’re putting in a litre of blood and now they’ve started treatment with phytomenadione….”

“Phytomen….that’s for poisoning isn’t it?”

“Yes it is ‘Mister Know It All’; you’ve been poisoned Gil, and Jim and Catherine are here and will start to process and investigate this as a murder attempt.”

“What on earth are you going on about Nicky….am I hallucinating?”

“No, you’re not. Those Dipped Strawberries were laced with Warforin and dusted with Ex-lax. Induce real bad diarrhoea and hopefully tear your bowel and cause uncontrollable bleeding…nearly worked Gil…but they think you’re on the mend. You’re going up to a room in a little while….but….”

“Sara.”

“Sara.”

“Jesus. Nicky, you were right…I’ve never believed you and you were right all along…..she wanted to kill me….you…both of us….Nicky.” Gil seemed to be unable to take it in and the monitor, which had been steady for some time suddenly started bleeping faster and then started an erratic rhythm.

“Gil, hey, come on….come back to me…I got you babe, honest, you’re okay now…come on…” Nick was panicked by Gil’s reaction and the noisy monitors.

“It’s…she tried to kill you Nicky….kill you, babe…you don’t deserve this….oh, Nicky.”

Nick laughed. “Hey, babe…remember, I didn’t eat one of those fucking things; I’m okay, really, and so are you, now… …but I did make you eat two more than you were going to...”

“Yeah…you did, I remember….how long ago was that now…it seems like days?”

Nick looked at his watch. “Since we made love…it’s been four…nearly four and a half hours.” Nick was pleased; all the monitor activity was dying down. “I love you….it was fabulous wasn’t it….well, except for the fucking strawberries.”

Gil managed a chuckle and the sound warmed Nick’s heart and oh, here were the tears again.

“I’m okay Nicky…sweetie….I feel better, I do, come here.” Nick leant his head, gently, down on Gil shoulder and Gil’s hand stroked his hair. It was as if Gil hadn’t touched him for ever. He pulled back and smiled at Gil.

“The bad news is: Jim and Catherine are outside and need to speak to you…we have to do something about this Gil.”

“Strike while the iron’s hot. Bring ‘em on, Nicky.” Nick was impressed by just how much better Gil was than the last time they’d managed a few words.

Nick stuck his head out of the cubicle and nodded at Catherine and Jim who were waiting a little way down the corridor.

They came into the cubicle and Catherine was the first to speak.

“God Gil…you look so much better than the last time I was here and that’s only been an hour or so.”

“Thanks Catherine. Hey, Jim. Got a job to do.”

“Hey back, Gil. This is a pile of shit; God if you can’t trust the people you work with day in, day out…..” He stopped his musing.

“Yeah. Come on Jim….do the witness statement.”

“God Gil, you’ve been real sick…give me a chance to wallow.” Jim laughed, Catherine hadn’t painted a very good picture about Gil’s condition, so he was very pleased that he was up to some banter…but the guy looked real pale and was obviously very tired.

“Down to business. What time where the chocs delivered?”

“Eight twenty…am…this morning. The guy introduced himself by asking if I was Dr Grissom or Mr Stokes. I identified myself as ‘Grissom’; he said he was from The Chocolateria at the Bellagio and gave me the box. I didn’t have to sign anything.

“He was about twenty, twenty two years old. He had dark brown hair cut short, he was clean shaven, brown eyes, even teeth, small old scar under his left eye. He wore a cream, short sleeved, shirt, emblazoned with the name ‘The Chocolateria’; he wore a white tee beneath it. He had mid brown trousers with a brown belt with a gold coloured buckle, and brown, slip on, deck type shoes. He wore a multi coloured watch…like a Swatch on his left wrist. His nails were bitten. His accent was local…and his name badge said his name was ‘Billy’.

“His delivery truck was also cream and brown to match his uniform and again, it was emblazoned with the name…..I asked who’d sent them and he said he believed there was a note inside the box…..that’s about all.”

The three onlookers were all smiling as Gil finished his account of the delivery; he‘d stared up at the ceiling as he delivered the monologue.

“Did you get what toothpaste he used?” Jim asked seriously.

“I didn’t smell his breath. So no.”

They all laughed and Nick grasped his hand. “Are you sure you didn’t miss anything?”

“Apart from the fucking poison in the chocolates, I don’t think so. Sorry Catherine.”

“I think you’re allowed.” Catherine smiled.

“So what happened then?”

“We opened them...together…Nick thought they were a present from someone who’d been to the party…anyway, there was note inside….it was addressed to both of us. We read it together….it was in Sara Sidle’s handwriting…we both identified it immediately. It said…”

“We’ve got it Gil…that’s okay.” At Gil’s quizzical look Jim continued. “Nick guessed it was the chocs that had made you ill, ‘phoned Catherine to get them from your house…and the note…and then got Hodges to do a rush analysis.”

“Nicky…you….I thought it was the hospital that’d identified it….”

“No, when I was wracking my brain to think what you’d eaten…it sort of hit me in the face….so….”

“You saved my life.”

“The doc saved your life.”

“No. Nicky you did.” Gil held his hand out to Nick and they looked at one another, before Nick took the hand.

“So you ate how many before you went out?” Jim wanted to get his hands on Sara Sidle.

“Just one. Luckily Nick refused to eat one…..and told me not to….”

“So you were ill at the lab about eleven?”

“Yes….not ill really, just bad diarrhoea, my gut felt churned up for a little while but I was okay within the hour. I didn’t eat anything else until we got home and then I had six more over...maybe thirty minutes…if that…we went to bed to sleep before work and then I woke up…and you know the rest…”

“Yes. Look we’re going over to the Bellagio now…she must have bought them first….doctored them and then returned them for delivery…all shows ‘intent’…. We’ve kept this under wraps and I want to play the ‘you’re both very ill and unable to talk’ card, see what happens. So keep a low profile…..I know you’re not going anywhere, but you Nick, stay here and lie low?”

“Will do, thanks Jim.”

“It ain’t over yet. She’s a CSI and this seems just too easy…you get my drift?”

“Yeah, we were going to find out one way or the other….the only thing she could say is that she didn’t expect us to eat them…but then why go to the trouble of lacing them with poison?” Nick speculated.

“Who knows how the brain of a mad woman works?” Jim didn’t mince his words.

Notes taken and with Gil looking much worse than he had a few minutes previously Catherine and Jim left…with a promise to keep Nick informed.

A few minutes later two orderlies arrived to take Gil to a private room. Within half an hour Gil had been cleaned up by a conscientious nurse and was feeling so tired he could hardly speak, but pain free and more comfortable than he’d been for some hours. Nick pulled a chair up and settled in beside Gil. He would sleep by his bedside…he wouldn’t be leaving his side for some time…no, scratch that…forever.

Part Sixteen

Nick was roused from his sleep by a familiar sensation. He was being watched. He opened his sleepy eyes and could see Gil staring at him.

“Hey…how….” Was as far as Nick got before Gil interrupted.

“I’m sorry…I’m really sorry…please forgive me….” Nick was instantly fully awake and incredulous at the tremulous voice of his lover.

“Babe, what are you sorry about, you’ve got nothing to be sorry about? You’re going to be okay. What’s wrong?” Nick’s words came tumbling out, as he stood up from his chair and balanced on the edge of Gil’s bed and took his hands in his own.

“You told me to trash the chocolates….I shouldn’t have eaten them…she sent them, it was an insult to you after the way she’d behaved and yet I was the greedy bastard who wanted to eat the fancy candy.”

“No. Gil…don’t….please…..” But to Nick’s horror, Gil started crying, sobbing….and tried to move his hands from their grip in Nick’s hands.

Nick let the hands go but only to place one hand on Gil’s neck and the other on his face and moved it back to face him. He bent over Gil and kissed his lips, though they were contorted by his sobs.

“Babe, Gil, please don’t cry, please….they were lovely chocolates and it was only me being petulant that stopped me from eating them too…she chose well after the dessert we’d had the night before she knew…hell, she knew anyway that we both love chocolates… and not many people don’t like strawberries. Come on, babe, it wasn’t your fault; it’s her fault….. If I thought you shouldn’t have eaten them, would I have presented you with two more to eat? Now would I….I made you worse…..you didn’t know…I didn’t know; we couldn’t have guessed, could we….could we, Gil?”

Nick’s little monologue was just starting to get through to Gil, who shook his head in agreement with Nick’s statement. They would never have suspected Sara of trying to kill them. But then Gil started sobbing again with renewed vigour.

“Oh Gil, it’s all okay now, honestly it is, it’s over. Babe.”

“Nicky…..you…you…could have….you….died…..” This was all Gil could manage through his gasping and sobbing.

“I didn’t eat one. I wasn’t about to die and leave you…I’m done with that Gil…hey….look at me…look at me.” Nick waited for Gil to look up into his face. “You didn’t die and I didn’t even get sick. WE are okay and she is going down, man, for a long time.” He’d said this quite forcibly, but then smiled and spoke gently to Gil. “Even that doesn’t matter…we’ve got each other and no one, not one person is ever going to come between us…..and just as a little reminder…remember that we bought our wedding rings yesterday?”

He nodded and tried a smile; he’d calmed down…it was if he just needed to let go of some tension.

Nick leaned over to the bedside cabinet and retrieved a box of hospital tissues. “Come on, let’s wipe your eyes. D’ya feel better for that little explosion?”

“Mmmm…sorry….you looked so peaceful sleeping in the chair and I had to go and spoil it….”

“Hey, mister. You didn’t spoil anything, okay? You needed to let go and I was here to catch you….does that sound familiar?” It had been Gil’s mantra to Nick after his rescue, now he was using it right back at Gil and he could see the irony was not lost on him.

“How are you really feeling anyway?”

“Thirsty….Id love a coffee….and despite everything, I‘m hungry. I’ve had my last bag of blood, but they’ve still got me on phytomenadione…for another twenty four to thirty six hours. You stayed fast asleep while they did this…and they’ve changed the urine bag and last time the nurse checked there was no more blood in my urine. You know it looked like I’d lost a lot of blood but, it always looks worse than it is….spreads out….”

“That right, Dr Grissom?”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be….hey, you’re sounding and acting like me….this is my territory….crying and apologising for something you have no control over….funny, you know I've suddenly got that now…..a new rule….no more apologising unless we really do something wrong….like forgetting to turn up at a restaurant for dinner….or forget to pick up the cleaning….get the groceries….you know real important things.” Nick smiled at Gil and Gil put his hand on Nick’s cheek mirroring Nick’s own hand on his face.

“I love you Nicholas Stokes….you do still want to marry me then?”

“Errr…yeah, go on then.”

“Hopeless romantic. What have you got inscribed on my ring?”

“God, you’re still nosy…you’re gonna have to wait and that’s that!”

“Thought I could get in under the radar then.”

“No chance.”

Just then Nick’s cell vibrated in his pocket. He drew back from Gil and pulled it out and answered the caller.

“Catherine? Yes, he’s a lot better; he really is…..at least another couple of days. What’s happened?”

Nick was silent for a long time, listening intently to what he was being told. He then spoke again.

“It’s unbelievable…but then it all is, we shouldn’t be surprised anymore, should we….is Jim on his way here now….yeah okay….thanks Catherine.”

“She sends her love and Jim is on his way, as we speak, to tell us both what’s happened. I’d better not steal his thunder….anyway I need a pee and could do with a shower….d’you think I could use yours?”

“Yes, I’m sure you could.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just all so….strange…she tried to….murder us, Nicky, murder us. She’s a colleague for God’s sake.”

“I think we can safely say ‘was’ a colleague, babe; you know what, you’re gonna be off work for a couple a weeks, at least…why don’t we get married straight away….just do it and go on a honeymoon when we can get time off and decide...agree…on where to go….no doubt we’ll have to spend several months arguing over that. What?” Nick laughed at Gil’s raised eyebrows.

“We have differing points of view, we don’t argue.”

“Yes, we do.”

“No, we don’t”

“Excuse me?” Nick laughed some more. “You’d argue with your mirror image if you thought you could win.”

“I would not. You’re exaggerating…you are very melodramatic…I bet you’re gay.”

“No kidding? I bet you’re an argumentative guy who loves bugs…..especially giant ‘roaches!”

“I do love giant ‘roaches, especially the gay Texan model….super sleek!”

“That’s me…super sleek…got to pee.” He kissed Gil, on his lips, just lingering long enough to sober them both up. Then he was up and in Gil’s bathroom. A few minutes later he emerged and pointed at the door. “I’ll ask the nurses about the shower; be back.”

A few minutes later he reappeared holding towels and a pack. “Nurses gave me extra towels and an emergency pack…soap…toothbrush…all I need…and the one nurse wanted to come help me scrub my back.”

“I hope you told her you were engaged.”

“Him. No, I said come along in, but leave it a few minutes; let you get back to sleep first.”

“You didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Tease.”

“Just keeping you on your toes.”

“Just you wait.”

“I’m waiting. Hey, you rest up Jim’ll be here soon…and you’ll be getting a surprise too.”

“What?”

“Now would it be a surprise if I told you?” Without waiting for a reply he closed the bathroom door, but not before plastering a grin across his face.

Part Seventeen

Nick was out in twelve minutes, Gil was waiting. He still looked damp; Gil thought it was a very good look on him and surmised he must be feeling better if he could ogle Nicky….although Nick was always very easy on the eyes.

“Did I tell you I hate surprises?”

“Did I tell you I’m a sadist?”

“You are.”

“So; you know. You’ll have to wait and see the ring and you’ll have to wait to see Jim…he’ll be here soon, I must say it’s not a big surprise though…but you’ll like it nevertheless…d’y’think I’m beginning to sound like you?”

“I should hope so….cultured Californian versus Texan backwoodsman.”

“I hope to God Momma never hears you say that, man, you’d be ostracised from polite society.”

“Mmmm, Texan polite society?”

“Wash your mouth out….”

Their banter was interrupted by Jim, as he pushed the door open. “Some help needed here.”

Nick held the door wide open and then took some of the goodies from Jim. Starbucks coffee, and if Gil was really lucky it’d be his favourite flavour. He knew it would be, because Nick would’ve made sure. There was also a brown take out bag containing, he sincerely hoped, his breakfast.

“Coffee for you Gil and a toasted bagel….that’s all you can have…doctor’s orders.”

“No one’s told me what I can and can’t eat….”

“No, but they told me at the nurses station when I ‘phoned Jim for your coffee. You’ve got to have bulky carbohydrates…and make sure you chew it well.”

Gil grimaced at the breakfast. “Oh well. Come on Jim, let’s hear what’s happened.”

“Let me get settled. We went straight from here last night to the shop. We found out that she purchased the chocolates at the shop about two hours after she left your place. She paid with her credit card. And, she asked if she could take them home to put a note inside and then bring them back to be delivered….so she paid the extra charge and off she went.

“She took them back at about seven yesterday morning and asked for them to be delivered as soon as they could. So they did.

“We picked her up in the locker room, getting ready for shift. No problems….she didn’t try to hide anything; she just spilled the beans…the lot. We went to her apartment and there was the rat poison, the Ex-lax papers in the trash. The equipment she used to make the Ex-lax powdery, the syringe with poison in it…it was all there all laid out….it was as if it was laid out just for us.”

“It was…she’s pleading insanity…..isn’t she?”

“Got it, in one. We figured she couldn’t wait to get to you guys…so long time planning operation was out of the question, so she was deliberately doing the opposite…making the trail so easy to follow…we were like lambs to the slaughter. She’s even got a Union lawyer, saying the job made her do it….all that stress…you put her under too much stress and always gave Nicky the easy stuff…..she didn’t want to kill either of you….just hurt you a little and hey, she didn’t mean it guys.”

“Like hell. The scheming bitch.”

“Yes and no, Nicky. I think she may actually be unhinged; but is trying to convince us that she is….but pretending to herself that she isn’t. Classic paranoia….’everybody’s out to get me and I’m blameless’.” Gil pontificated.

“That’s exactly what Philip Kane thinks; I tell you it was kinda eerie, interviewing her, she had an answer for everything, but it was just too clinical…she’d got it off too pat, y’know what I mean? Anyway….she’s up before the judge later today and the DA will be asking for a hospital order…..we thought we might pre-empt the defence.”

“Thanks Jim…thank you for what you’ve done for me…us.”

“Don’t thank me….it was Nick here who joined the dots together.”

“I know; I owe him my life…no Nicky, you be quiet and let me thank you….I love you.”

“Oh come on…I've only known about you guys for a couple of days…please go easy on my overloaded senses.”

“Jim, I’ll be needing a best man very shortly, would you care to do the honours?”

“Best man? Well. I think I just might like that Gil….I think I will. Thanks…are you having a bridesmaid?”

There was a stunned silence and then Gil, followed by Nick and then Jim were all laughing out loud.

“I guess it won’t be Sara, then.” Jim stuttered and they all laughed more.

“We could do a hospital themed wedding and she could come in a straight jacket.” Nick’s contribution had Jim nearly choking.

Nick stopped when he saw Gil laughing, but holding his gut…and grimacing.

“Gil, you okay?”

“I’m fine Nicky….just got a sore gut….I’ve had the serious shits you know.”

Jim and Gil thought this was as hilarious as the ‘bridesmaid’ jokes but Nick had lost his sense of humour.

“Come on Gil calm down….it’s no good for you….I don’t want you bleeding again.”

Jim stopped immediately his face red from the exertion.

“Nicky, I’m okay…I feel fine, I really do. She didn’t win sweetheart…she’s lost everything….we, on the other hand have each other. Will you need a best man as well? How does this civil, same gender, marriage thing work, do you know?”

“No idea…I’ll google it.”

“I’ll be on my way. I didn’t tell anyone about your condition, nor that Nick wasn’t hurt…let her find out for herself. Her lawyer’ll probably find out and tell her. You take care, the both of you.”

“We will Jim, thank you.”

“No shit….” Jim and Gil started chuckling again and Nick pointed Jim to the door.

“I’m going, I’m going…God he’s a regular nag isn’t he?”

“Go now…if you value your life, Captain Brass!”

“Yes Nick. Certainly Nick.”…..and he was gone.

“You okay….you should be resting up.”

“I really do feel fine. I know I was a little emotional earlier, but that seems to have, I don’t know, cleared my head….and now about Sara. I don’t really care that much to be honest Nick. She did it, we know she did it…what happens, happens. But she tried and failed. I’ll recover, we’ll get married and….I’ve just thought where we could go for a honeymoon…..the Galapagos Islands.”

“The Galapagos Islands? Yeah, good choice…not… I want to go somewhere to forget work and bugs….and evolution, or whatever, d’y’think we’ll be able to fuck like bunnies on the Galapagos Islands? No. We won’t.”

“Since I promised marriage Nicky, you seem to have become a sensible and staid middle aged man….that used to be me. Where do you want to go, anyway?”

“An old man like me? Palm Springs…..Florida….”

“You don’t?”

“No, I don’t.”

“You’re doing it again, stop teasing me.”

“Okay. No, I would rather like to go to Japan….see Tokyo and then the temples and sights…maybe Hiroshima….you know. Or India…..the Taj Mahal…and I’d love to see the Terracotta Army in China.”

Gil was incredulous…these were wonderful choices and he’d no idea Nicky wanted to see these places. He never had and would love to do so.

“That’s a deal then…the next three vacations we have will be to those three places…you chose which one first, so it can be our honeymoon destination. Hey, Nicky...I love you.”

“Love you right back….now get some rest.”

“Whatever you say…dear…”

Epilogue

It took three months for Gil to fully recover.

He feels the cold much more acutely.

They married in Vancouver.

Jim Brass was their joint best man.

Catherine Willows was their bridesmaid…she refused to be called ‘matron of honour’.

They honeymooned in Japan.

Sara Sidle was deemed ‘unfit to plead’, due to her persistent insanity.

The inscriptions? Private…but both mentioned ‘love’ and ‘forever’.

Oh, and next year they’re going to China on their vacation.

The End

Past and Present - Part 2

2008-07-22T16:58:54Z

Title: Past and Present - Part 2

Author: Aeon Cole

Beta: posting this as I write it so no beta, all mistakes are my own

Rating: FRT (this chapter)

Warning: Slash

Fandom: CSI: Miami

Pairing: Horatio/Speed

Series: Friends and Family

Word Count: 1730

Summary: Horatio and Tim get ready to celebrate their second anniversary as they investigate a murder at Michael’s apartment complex. But not everything turns out the way they hope when Michael becomes ill.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Arya snapped her phone shut. “You know, Horatio, every so often he reminds me why we don’t live together any more,” she said shaking her head.

Even though she and her husband never talked about it anymore they both knew that the real reason they hadn’t gone through with the divorce plans had nothing to do with them reconciling and everything to do with Michael’s health. They happily lived their separate lives though they remained husband and wife.

Horatio chuckled and pulled his mother-in-law into another hug. “Let Tim deal with him right now. I’m sure he’ll come around.”

Arya sighed. “I know. He just refuses every offer I make to help him.”

Horatio shrugged. “He’s just used to being on his own now,” he said.

“He’s been more grumpy than usual lately. I guess I’m just worried.”

“You think it’s his health?” Horatio asked.

Arya shrugged. “He’s moody and he won’t talk to me. It could be anything.”

“Hmm. Like father, like son,” Horatio replied and they both laughed.

“Any idea when they’ll be back?”

“Hard to tell. Depends on the investigation.”

ooo

Alexx walked into the apartment and found Tim and Calleigh examining the area around the body. “Sorry I’m late. Had another call on the other side of town.”

“Busy day,” Tim said.

“You have no idea, Timmy,” Alexx replied as she pulled on her gloves and crouched down next to the body. She did a cursory examination before rolling him over. “Well I can give you cause of death,” she said. “His throat’s been slashed; deep by the looks of it. He bled out.” She looked up at Tim. “Who’d want to hurt an old man like this anyway?”

“I guess that’s what we have to figure out,” Tim replied. He turned to Calleigh. “Cal, you got things covered in here? I want to go talk to my dad again and see if there’s anything else he remembers.”

“Sure, Tim, go ahead,” she replied.

After Tim walked out Alexx turned to Calleigh and said, “I heard Michael was the one who found the body.”

“Yeah,” Calleigh replied. “Apparently they were friends. Tim’s dad was expecting him this morning and when he didn’t show he went looking.”

ooo

Tim made his way down the hall and knocked on his father’s door. Michael called him in and Tim found him sitting on the sofa in front of the television with Oscar in his lap. He walked over and gave the cat a scratch on the head. Oscar purred loudly.

“Shouldn’t you be over at Howie’s investigating or whatever?” Michael asked without looking at him.

“Calleigh’s got it covered for now and Alexx just arrived. I came over to see how you were doing.”

Michael huffed. “Why is everyone treating me like a child? I’m seventy-four years old for cryin’ out loud. And I’m fine.”

Tim took a deep breath trying to ignore his father’s outburst. He knew he was upset. “Okay fine. I need to know if you remember anything else about Howie that might help. Did you hear anything last night? Do you remember anything from yesterday?”

Michael’s head was starting to pound and he wasn’t in the mood to answer questions. “Look, I told you everything I know and if I’d heard anything last night I would’ve said so,” he snapped back.

Now Tim was getting frustrated. He knew that his father was upset but he didn’t understand where the anger at him was coming from. “Ok, you know what, I think I’m the wrong person to be doing this. You obviously don’t want to talk to me right now,” he said and turned to leave.

Michael sighed. “Wait,” he called. Tim paused but didn’t turn to face his father, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.” Tim nodded. “I’m getting a headache. It’s hard to concentrate.”

Tim turned. “Ok, but I’m going to send Calleigh in. Take some aspirin,” he said then he walked out.

Michael sighed as he heard the door shut. He knew he shouldn’t take his mood out on his son but he couldn’t help himself. Between what the doctor had told him yesterday and what happened to Howie he didn’t think he could take much more. He shooed Oscar off his lap and struggled to his feet. The pain in his legs was getting worse and he was having some difficulty walking. He managed to get to the bathroom and take something for his headache just before he heard a knock at the door. He walked over to the door leaning on his cane and pulled it open.

Calleigh and Frank stood at the door. Calleigh smiled. “Can we come and talk to you for a moment?” Michael rolled his eyes and sighed. He stepped aside and let the two past. “Mr. Speedle, we’d like to ask you a few more questions about your friend,” Calleigh said as Michael made his way over to the couch.

He reached down to balance himself on the arm of the sofa so he could sit but was having a bit of trouble. Frank walked over and took his arm. “Let me give you a hand,” he said.

Michael accepted the help and said, “Thanks.” He wondered briefly why he had an easier time accepting help from strangers and always resisted it from his family. “I already told Tim everything I know. I don’t know how much more I can add.”

“Well sometimes people know things that they don’t realize. How well did you know Mr. Little?” she asked.

“Well enough, I guess. I’ve only been in Miami for three months but I met Howie right away. Turned out we’d grown up not to far from each other up north.”

“Where was he from?” Frank asked.

“Woodbridge, New Jersey. I grew up just on the other side of the river in Staten Island.”

Frank started taking some notes. “Did he have any family?”

“None that he talked about. His wife died a few years back. That’s when he moved down here. He never mentioned any children.”

“Do you know what he did for a living before he retired?” Calleigh asked.

“He told me he and his wife owned a used book store in Elizabeth. He sold it when she died.”

“Ok, one last question,” Frank said. “This place has tight security and a practically nonexistent crime rate. Do you have any idea who could’ve done this?”

Michael shook his head. “Honestly, I can’t imagine.” He brought his hand up and rubbed his forehead.

“Are you ok?” Calleigh asked.

“Just a headache, side effect of the chemo,” Michael replied.

Calleigh nodded. “We’ll leave you alone for now. But we may need you to come down to the station to give us a formal statement. Do you think you’ll be able to do that?”

“Not a problem. Just let me know when,” Michael said. “Do you mind finding your own way out?”

“Sure, we’ll give you a call if we need anything else,” Calleigh said before they showed themselves out.

ooo

Speed walked into the Trace lab and dropped a pile of evidence bags on the table. He pulled the flash card out of his camera and popped it into the slot in his laptop then he sorted through the pictures he’d taken and started printing. As the pictures printed he started taking down notes for the case file. This is how Horatio found him a few minutes later when he walked into the room.

“How’d it go?” he asked. Speed glanced over at him but didn’t say anything. “That well, huh?”

“I’d like to attribute my father’s mood to the fact that he’s just found his friend dead,” he replied.

“But…” Horatio prodded him.

“I don’t know. I just get the feeling he’s hiding something from me. I don’t know if it’s to do with the case or something else.”

“Do you really think he knows something about this case?” Horatio asked.

Tim shrugged. “I seriously doubt it. Which actually worries me more,” he said. “He didn’t look well when I saw him. He said he had a headache and he looked like he was having trouble walking.”

“Arya sensed something earlier today when she talked to him on the phone, but he wouldn’t talk to her. She said to call her, by the way. I think she and Alexx are plotting again. Something to do with our anniversary.” Tim rolled his eyes. “So what did you two find?”

Tim redirected his focus to the case at hand. “The victim’s throat was slashed and his apartment was ransacked. We lifted fingerprints as well as shoe prints. I left those with Eric. Alexx is going to print the body and send me his clothes. Calleigh’s with her right now for the post.”

“Good, are you sure you’re going to be ok working this case?” he asked. He had to be sure.

Tim nodded. “Yeah. But I’m going to let Calleigh deal with my dad as a witness. He seems more willing to talk to her than me.”

“What did she find out from him?” Horatio asked.

“Just some general information about the vic. Though his life history sounds sort of generic to me. At least the way my father repeated it.”

“You think this guy is not who he says he was?”

Tim pursed his lips. “Don’t know. We’ll know more when we can run his prints. I’m still a bit concerned as to how someone got in. I got the security tapes from the owners. Hopefully they can give us a better idea.”

ooo

Calleigh pushed open the door to the autopsy theater. “Hi, Alexx,” she said with a smile as she walked over to the table. “So what can you tell me about our vic?”

“Well, his throat was not slit, not with a knife anyway.”

Calleigh looked at the body then back at Alexx. “Ok you’ve got my attention. If this wasn’t done with a knife then what?” she asked puzzled.

“A garrote. Thin metal wire wrapped around his neck then pulled tight.” She pointed to the area around the cut. “See how the skin is pulled into the wound. It’s like that all of the way around. I couldn’t see it before at the scene because of all the blood.”

“This sound more like a hit than a simple robbery gone bad,” Calleigh said.

TBC

New RP Community

2008-07-21T21:05:13Z

Mods if this is not allowed, please remove. Thanks

Hey guys. Just thought I'd let everybody know about a new RP community.

It's called csi_in_nyc and will be centered around NYC and represents all three shows. Also, characters from any other crime show are welcome. Slash and het are both welcome. So, come on over and check it out.

Taken characters are as follows but anybody else, as well as OCs, are up for grabs.

NY: Mac, Danny, Don, and Lindsay.
Miami: Horatio and Calleigh
Vegas: Sofia and Greg

Feel free to come on over and take a look.

Breaking Trust

2008-07-21T20:57:10Z

Title:Breaking Trust
Author:ihrtkjr
Category:e/r, h/c, AU, and m-preg just because I don't really ever see them and I want to.
Spoilers:None right now, may change in the future.
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:eventual Ryan/Eric, in the past Ryan/Speed, and Ryan/OMC
Summary:My universe, Speed lives in this,but he hurts Ryan (not like that) in the past. Their relationship is in the past, and Ryan/Eric will be along shortly. Right now Ryan will go through a little bit of hell first with the guy he met after the breakup. And (poor Ryan) his trust will break even more.
Warning:smut,good old fashioned smut. It is a m/m fic, so you have been warned.
A/N: Don't own, just borrowing. Am making no money so don't sue. This is my first fic so please tell me if I am doing anything wrong, but no flames please. Is AU. I can't read every story out there no matter how hard I try, so if this is like something you've read before, please let me know. I do not want to infringe on anyone's territory. Or not give credit were it's due. I am using all the knowledge I have on the subject of police work. Not much. So if some one could tell me if i'm doing something wrong, I'd be grateful.
Beta:ihrtangusyoung
Part: 12/?

Previous Chapters

"We should talk." Ryan whispered.

"The statements?" Speed looked hopeful.

"Tim. Please."

"Why?"

"We should go see Angel."

"Ryan." Tim nearly broke.

"After work." Ryan handed the statements over and walked away.

"You know." Tim growled at Eric.

"He told me last night. Please talk to him."

"Eric-"

"You'll go. You both need it Speed. You can't ignore it forever." Eric grabbed his results and walked out the door.

"Hey H? Can I take off early? I need to pick up Jay."

"May I ask why?"

"They're going to talk."

"Eric."

"Horatio. You can't stand in front of him forever." Eric stared hard into his boss' eyes.

"Eric."

"Yes?"

"Go pick up your son."

"Thank you H."

"Ready?" Ryan asked.

"No. But you're right. We need to talk."

"You think you can replace her?"

"Is that what you think? Is that the reason you don't look at me any more, why you barely talk to Eric?" He sighed. "No. No one can replace our Angel. But I can't live in the past anymore and neither can you. Look what we have Tim."

"You think it's better this way?" Tim sobbed, emotions swamping him.

"That's a double edged sword." Ryan whispered.

"Why?"

"Why? Because we would have torn each other apart. Unintentionally, but we still would have done it."

"No." He shook his at the truth.

"Yes! Look at me!" He took Tim's face in his hands. "We would be married. We'd have Angel. And I would have come home and found you fucking your boss in our bed, and I'd have invited him to stay for dinner; because that's what you would have wanted. Then I would have gone out, found Eric, and fucked him senseless; because that's what I would have wanted. We would have done it over and over again, while still pretending to be the perfect happy family. And we would have torn each other apart."

"I wouldn't have cheated on you."

"You would have. Hell you did."

"Not if we were married."

"Yes if we were married. Because you love Horatio like I love Eric. And it is in no way, shape, or form like we love each other."

"You're right." Tim whispered, leaning his forehead against Ryan's. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"I was never mad at you for not being there. You couldn't control that." Ryan sighed.

"I'm sorry for fucking my boss."

"I'm not. In fact, I'm glad you did it. You really needed it." They both laughed.

"I should have told you Ry. I'm sorry I didn't."

They stood in silence over their daughters grave.

"We didn't even get to know her." Speed whispered.

"Yes we did." Ryan smiled at him. "She liked the way I made tea. She loved going for rides on your bike. She loved dancing with us. Remember Tim? She had her way of telling us."

"She loved us." Speed laughed. "You still got a thing for donuts?"

Ryan smiled, hugging Speed a little tighter. "Yep."

"Love you Ry." Speed said hugging back.

"Love you too Tim."

"He not only left you for Eric, but for Tim too." She laughed. "Doesn't that make you angry? Don't worry. I'll let you have your revenge. We just have to let the drugs wear off." She whispered into his ear. "We'll leave them for now, but later you and Derk can play with them all you want." She smiled as she drove off. 'Later boys. Later.' She patted Jesse on the head as he passed out again.