"I've killed. I'm a killer, a murderer, death on two legs. Somewhere out there, in the night, lies a dead body thanks to me." Hints of GSR through the eyes of a killer.
"But these moments of solace/ They won't last /They cannot last . . ." A fire targeting Grissom triggers the hunt for an arsonist whose sinister quest soon turn deadly. But who would seek solace in flames and the misery of others? [GSR]
A life given to the wrong cause. A death for all the wrong reasons. When Warrick is shot and nearly killed, the case gets personal for the CSIs. [GSR, hints of CWR]
"The spirits of the dead, who stood / In life before thee, are again / In death around thee, and their will / Shall overshadow thee; be still." But who awakens the dead? [GSR] (Now finished.)
"The afterthought is good, but forethought is better." Grissom considers as the northern wind rustles through Las Vegas. (Post Unbearable. GSR.)
"And them, dancing this slow dance, circling ever closer to something he dared not name." Warrick is taken by Catherine for a drive, chasing the horizon and being warmed by more than one sun... [CWR]
“It is going to be another warm, sunlit day in Las Vegas. But for now, it is still morning and all dreams have not yet faded. Still time to rest - for a little while as the day dawns.” Two light vignettes. [GSR, CWR]
East of the sun and west of the moon it was, that she knew, "and there you arrive late or never."
A daughter's death. A father's revenge. And the lives caught inbetween, chasing a fairytale. [GSR, CWR]. (Finished.)
"Doesn't mean you always have to be our rock," she whispers back. "Yield to me, Grissom." (Sara POV, hints of GSR. Post-Grave Danger.)
They are fighters. And the day is another battleground, always and ever between what was and what will be. (Catherine POV, hints of CWR. Post-Grave Danger.)
Even fighters heed Valhalla’s call, Greg knows. (Hints of GSR and CWR.)
She knows he is giving her time to pull away before the touches become something they cannot ignore in the morning, but she remains, letting her hand find his chest and feeling it rise and fall with every breath. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out... And then he kisses her. [CWR, post-Grave Danger.]
For a little while, I had his body and there was comfort in the touch of his skin.[Warrick/Sara, hints of CWR, GSR]
On day one, he comes to take her away.[GSR, post-Grave Danger]
It wasn’t supposed to end like this, the friendship of Warrick and Catherine. [CWR, post-Grave Danger.]
One can survive without the other, but they still come together because sometimes, sometimes life is the two. [GSR. Faint hints of CWR.]
Death leaves a mark. It kills you even if you don’t die. Nick has survived. But can he live? [Post-Grave Danger. Slight implied GSR, CWR, Nick/Greg. Maybe.]
Wisdom is purchased in pain, a puzzle of sharp shards that cut you as you piece them together. Sara and Hank. Sara and Grissom. [GSR, guest appearances by Hank.]
Perhaps I am not real, perhaps I am you, speaking to you in a form you will listen to. You lived. There is no atonement for life. [Sara POV, hints of GSR, guest appareance by Boromir.]
He doesn’t make her feel young. He just makes her feel as her, and he knows her as she knows him. Not quite a mirror to her, but a glass, offering a faint reflection. [CWR]
She distantly remembered a summer with her mother, laughing at the rain against the window and as the rain died away, running outside to catch it. Laura and Sara Sidle, in the stillness after rain. [GSR]
She wants to hush it all, shut everything up, the wind, the earth, the fire still burning, the time still seeping forward and the life still beating. They’re dead and she’s not. [CWR]
Sometimes, it seemed Arthur Miller could be entirely too right. [Smidge of GSR]
Some wrongs have no right. There is no new life to get when something terrible happens. And still the seasons do pass, scars fade, glue holds and the butterflies mate in spring. [GSR]
Gil Grissom nearly died on a Tuesday morning, three years after his life had walked away from him, and it was a start. [GSR] (WIP - chapter three up.)
The wind rises, lifting the dust and drowning the faint sounds of distant Las Vegas. Now sounds the desert's dirge in the silence after blood. [CWR]
If you know the sorrow of a friend, claim it as your own. A moment of sharing between Catherine and Warrick begins a path of changes. [CWR, WIP]
Come for the entomology textbooks, stay for the invasion of privacy. Grissom and Sara and a life in the passing of seasons. [GSR]
Sometimes, fucking is really about how fucked up you are. [Multiple Pairings]
She keeps looking for the switch that will explain him. [GSR]
Sara was never quite sure where it started. [GSR]
Grissom snores. Sara leaves the toothpaste cap unscrewed. [GSR]
