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alwaysjated

alwaysjated — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 23:57:56 CDT

Ama.Dear

Ama.dear — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 19:40:51 CDT

My version of the moment they become canon. Written in script format, at the end of an episode. Try to imagine the characters actually doing/saying what I say they do/say. That's the point of a script, after all, and I kinda like the formatting.

(Abrupt cut from interrogation room to layout room, where Catherine is talking to Greg and Riley)

Greg: So that’s it? He killed his wife and his unborn kid because he couldn’t deal with her mood swings?

Catherine: I’m afraid so.

Riley: (sighs) It’s cases like these that really get to me, you know?

Greg: Tell me about it. (He walks out, running a hand through his hair. Riley and Catherine exchange a look.)

(Fade in on Nick, sitting on the bench in the locker room. The light is gold to indicate sunrise; the end of shift. He is taking things from his lockers when Greg enters.)

Nick: (Looking over) Hey, G.

Greg: Mm.

Nick: What’s wrong?

Greg: Nothing. (Sighs) Rough case, that’s all. You?

Nick: Murder and arson. Not that bad, though. Ray and I found the guy pretty quick. (Greg continues to go through his locker. Nick looks at him for a moment. Close-up on his face. Then he turns back, buttoning his shirt, and speaks slightly louder than before, falsely casual.) Catherine told me about your case.

Greg: What’d she say?

Nick: Not much. But I heard it was a bad day, and you did good anyway.

Greg: Whatever. I just want to go home and start over tomorrow, you know?

Nick: Yeah. (Shuts his locker and stands. Twinkly characteristic-CSI music starts.) See you. (Starts to walk out, but pauses by the entrance.) Hey, Greg… You wanna, um--go get breakfast or something?

Greg: (Looking up for the first time since entering the room, slightly surprised.) Sure. Yeah, that’d do me some good. We should wait around a few minutes though; I left Riley with all the paperwork, she probably wasn’t happy about that. This can be my peace offering.

Nick: (Clears his throat a little, awkwardly. His voice is firm, though.) I meant just you and me.

Greg: (Surprised) Oh. (Thinks it over and starts to smile.) Yeah, that’d be cool. I’ll be right there.

(Nick smiles warmly and exits)

(Close up on Greg, who turns back to his locker and smiles to himself. Cut to credits)

Author/Artist Pages

Ama.dear — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 14:36:34 CDT

Each author and artist who supports The Love will have their own page to display their work. Each of those pages will be in alphabetical order by their penname. The following list includes every member of the wiki. The linked names go right to the page where their work is posted:

AcaciaJules
alwaysjated
Ama.dear
Ashmira
bandanaman

Boredkitty

candygirl1uk
Clarrisani
csibabe91
csifreak16
CSIjunkie247
csiKat1
cunningham10
DaiiTano
Dormouse Valour
ElementalAnimal
FutureCSI1313
gazw143
greg/nick
hina-townsend
imayfakeit
IslandWriter
jenniferearlene
Katlynn888
Kittenmaia
love_fan
Mandy12
Marifw
may_200607
mgpace
mickeylover303
MistressTaylor
only_true_love
QueenOfTheUniverse
SojournersQst
suckerforasmile
Thad_dereks
TheSafetyPin
twins1729
Twins_OTL
violet_eyes
wingsister
WoundedHero
Wojo
Zodiac32

imayfakeit

QueenOfTheUniverse — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 20:36:29 CDT

In Times of Need
(Very minor spoilers for season 9)

He wonders, suddenly, if maybe this was all a bad idea. Wonders if this was a bad idea from the start. Knows that it’s too late, he can’t take these images back, but God does he want to. Wants to go home and crawl into bed. Wants to cry, but knows he can’t. Knows he has to be strong, for them.

“God,” murmurs Catherine, stepping gracefully in to the room. “Why would anyone do this? They’re just… kids. Can’t even safely send your children to daycare anymore.”

Greg wants to answer, but he can’t. Can’t form the words. So he processes the scene in silence alongside Riley and Catherine, now understanding just why Nick was denied working this case.

When he arrives back at the lab, everyone is sending him knowing looks and he wishes they would all go to hell, because they have no idea what it’s like. Nick walks past him, then, and he wants to reach out, wants to say something, anything, but his throat is too hoarse and too tight and his hands are full of evidence.

Nick seems to understand, though, because he reaches out and grips Greg’s forearm, squeezes it, and Greg is thankful. Greg looks at him, wearily, with hope that Nick understands what he’s feeling, that Nick knows how to make it go away. Nick knows how to make everything go away.

Nick rubs Greg’s arm, asks, “Bad case?”

“You could say that, yeah,” Greg replies, hoping his eyes are giving a clear window to his soul.

Nick gives him a half-smile, says, “Hang in there,” and squeezes his arm one more time before he leaves. When he moves away, Nick’s hand brushes Greg’s and he catches it, holding Greg’s hand in his own. They share a meaningful look, and Nick slowly leans forward a step, Greg following, his eyes traitorously closing. A particularly loud comment from Hodges to Wendy snaps them out of their haze and Nick jumps back, letting Greg’s hand fall from his own slowly. They both swallow painfully, and Nick opens his mouth to say something else when Greg shakes his head, so Nick takes his leave.

When Greg steps into Wendy’s lab moments later, handing over his evidence for her to process, there’s a smile on his face that he can’t suppress and a certain glow to his eyes that Wendy can’t help but smile at, either.

Love Wallpaper

Ama.dear — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 11:14:39 CDT

Wallpaper by Wojo

Ama.Dear (Argh! Cant...stop...making...wallpapers! Let me know what you guys think by e-mailing me at amaXdear@aol.com, subject Love Wallpaper. The last one is when I was in a really angsty mood and almost started a story where Greg tries to get over Nick. (Yeah right... that's gonna work))

Love Banners

csikat1 — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 06:20:26 CDT

Shazza_018 - Made by me but feel free to use.More to follow soon.

Banner by Wojo

banner by CSIKat1 - feel free to use.

Love Icons/Avatars

Ama.dear — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 19:40:20 CDT

QueenOfTheUniverse - I just collect icons so none of these were made by me. If you are the creator and wish to take credit, feel free to let me know!

fieldmouse - created this icon, which was originally posted to The Fort.

Shazza_018 - I made these , feel free to use them. more to come soon.

Icons made by CSIKat1 - feel free to us! Some of these are quite old - but I will post them here anyways.

Ama.Dear: I sort of made these. Took other people's photos and changed them to my liking. (except for the last one. Technically not the Love, but it's all mine. Feel free to steal anything.)

Home

Ama.dear — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 19:14:36 CDT

The Love is the nickname created for the relationship between Greg Sanders and Nick Stokes on CSI and this wiki is for fans of The Love who wish to contribute fanfiction, art, poetry, and videos to support the two boys. It will be sent to CSI and CBS to show, in our most creative ways, that we believe Nick and Greg should be a cannon couple on CSI.

The art here defines the moment which fans of The Love understand that Nick and Greg are more than just good friends on the show.

To help support The Love on other websites and wikis check out our "Support and Share The Love" page where you can find icons, banners, and wallpapers!

Want to know more about The Love and it's history, such as where the nickname came from? Check out "The Love History" page. If you're interested in other sites dedicated to The Love you will want to see the "Related Websites" page. To check out the submitted work just click on the "Author/Artist Pages" and click on individual names to see the work.

If anyone wishes to contribute work for this wiki, please see the "Rules" page for guidelines. Work will not be accepted unless all the rules are followed, thanks. And if you've got any other information regarding The Love, you think belongs here, don't hesitate to let us know!

Remember, as Candy pointed out in her comment below, this is your chance to thank the creators of CSI and the actors, Eric Szmanda and George Eads, for giving us The Love and the chance for it to become cannon.

[We] will go down with this ship
And [we] won't put [our] hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above [our] door
[we're] in love and always will be.
-Dido 'White Flag'

*Banner and video created by Twins1729

Related Websites

QueenOfTheUniverse — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 06:04:48 CDT

Forums

The Love - CSI Wiki

The Fort -Talk CSI's forum for The Love (#20)

The Love Ship - Come Sail With Us!

Fan Fiction, Art, & Videos

What Makes The Desert Beautiful

The Love on FanFiction.net

The Love Collection - YouTube Group

Articles/comics About The Love & LGBTTQ Issues & Characters on TV

Media Evidence of The Love - CSI Wiki

Gay Characters Decline on Network TV

GLSEN - Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network

Marifw

Marifw — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 13:50:15 CDT

The defining moment. How I see The Love made cannon.

When Nick stepped out of the interrogation room, he felt drained. The last case had been a really tough one. An entire family had been murdered just because the parents where two men. Now that the brother of one of the men had confessed, all Nick wanted to do was to go home, and sleep for twelve hours.

He found Grissom at his office and gave him his report. The supervisor looked exhausted, but pleased that the case was wrapped.

“Are you okay Nick? It’s been a tough case.”

“I’m fine Griss. Just tired. Have you seen Greg lately?”

“Yeah. I sent him home half an hour ago. You should do the same.”

“I’ll just finish the paperwork, and then I’m on my way.”

“Leave it for tomorrow. Go home Nick.”

That’s all the encouragement the Texan needed. He quickly went to his locker, retrieved his wallet and keys, and soon he was heading home.

The house was dark when he entered. He toed of his shoes, hang his jacket on the hook and put his keys on the entryway table. A shuffled noise from the living room made him look up.

He entered the room; the only light was coming from the kitchen. He could see a figure sitting on the couch. Greg had his knees pressed against his chest, his head was propped on top of his kneecaps. Nick could see that the ex-tech was crying, his whole body was shaking.

He walked up and sat down besides the younger man, putting his hand on his shoulder. He could feel the other tense, but started to pull him closer. Greg complied and soon his chin was resting against the older mans chest.

“Shh, it’s okay G. I know… It’s okay, sweetie… I love you.”

The sun was rising outside, but the two men didn’t move. Inside the walls of their home, they felt safe and loved. They knew that their love wasn’t approved by everybody, but they didn’t care. They had found love, and were not willing to let it go, no matter what other people thought.

Shazza_018

shazza_018 — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 07:00:42 CDT

Katlynn888

Katlynn888 — Fri, 23 May 2008 23:47:47 CDT

Just a couple of fics for the cause!

They are *duh* Nick/Greg The Love slash! I really hope you like 'em, these are some of my first attempts at it, and I worked really hard! If you wanna comments on them or something, or just tell me you hate them, you can start a thread below or something. THANKS!

Dear Journal

Well, I've got another one! lol. Uh, the prompt was packing. I don't know where it came from. This one is actually my first one. But, I forgot about it! lol. Beta'd by Queen. Hope it's good!

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“Greg!” Nick was currently chasing his roommate through their apartment, trying to get from him an old notebook. He and Greg had had been living together since Greg had been kicked out of his apartment when the rent became too much to pay. Nick had been happy to provide shelter for him, as long as he provided pay for groceries and everything. But, today, the lab tech was being a real pain in his rear end.

“Dear journal!” Greg yelled loudly from somewhere in the general kitchen aria. “Today I worked a case! It was really hard! Good thing I had Greg with me! I love working cases with him! He makes them fun!”

Nick had found him. Greg was on a chair, his head almost but not quite scraping the top of the low kitchen ceiling.

“Aw! Nick! I never knew you felt that way!” he cried, dramatically.

“Greg! If you value your life you’ll shut up right now, get off that chair, and give me my journal!” Nick bellowed at the blond on the chair.

“Dear journal! I can’t stop this feeling inside of me! It’s all weird! It happens when ever Greg is around! I’ve heard what it is before! It’s love!” Greg nearly fell out of the chair, but kept on reading. “Is it true, do I love him? He’s sleeping next to me right now; I think his sugar rush has worn off. And he’s cute with his hair messed up. Yup, it’s love. I can tell. But how do I tell him? I don’t know, but I’ll figure something out. I love you, Greg Sanders…”

Nick had hesitantly made his way up to Greg at this point. Greg lowered the ‘journal’ to see the taller man standing in front of him. He hopped off his chair, all the better to see Nick’s eyes. “Really?” he whispered, swallowing hard. “You do?”

Nick nodded, his face flushed from running, still breathing heavily. But, both of those things could be from the man standing before him, as well. “I really do. With all my heart.”

Greg stood on tip-toe, gently touching his lips to Nick’s. “Good,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against Nick’s. “Because I love you, too.”

Nick smiled as Greg wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss.

“Babe, we need to pack,” Nick mumbled against Greg’s lips after a few minutes. “Wait, can I call you that?” he pulled back, staring quizzically at Greg.

“’Course,” Greg replied, grinning as he pulled Nick back down.

“Greg,” Nick warned, pushing him back again. “We need to pack. Conference to go to and everything, remember?”

“Few more minutes?” Greg begged, working his magic on Nick’s neck. Nick couldn’t help but moan a bit, but, pushed Greg gently away, all the same. “Packing now,” Nick told him, sternly. “But we’ll pack quickly…”

Greg grinned, running into the back room and beginning to pack. Most likely, Nick and Greg would forget fifty things each, but, who cares?

You're worth more

Well, I was sitting here in front of my computer, begging the heveans for an idea; then, THIS hit me. like tone of bricks. I was watching Fannysmakin' on Spike TV, and this just came to me. I hope y'all like!

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Nick entered the small hospital room and winced; Greg, unmoving, on the hospital bed, as pale as the surrounding sheets.

He drifted over, sitting in the chair by the bed and grabbing onto Greg’s hand. He was used to a reassuring squeeze back, but not this time. Greg’s hand rested limply in his and it made him want to burst into tears. But, no, he had to be strong, for him and Greg.

“Mmm…” Greg mumbled, eyes fluttering open. He sucked in a breath when he realized who was sitting next to his bed. “Nick…”

“Hey, G,” the Texan answered, running his thumb soothingly over the back of Greg’s hand. “How’re you doin’, huh?”

Greg stared at him. “Fine.”

“Now, we all know that’s not true,” Nick said. “You say that but you’re not.”

Greg was silent for several minutes, and Nick began to wonder if this was a refusal to talk to him, but then Greg voiced his thoughts, voice shaky. “He’s dead.”

“Who?”

“Demetrius James,” Greg replied, still staring strait ahead.

“So?” Nick asked, shocking even himself.

“I killed him, Nick. I killed him,” Greg said, moving his hand out of Nick’s and dropping into his lap. “I took another’s life…”

“He was going kill you, Greg,” Nick said.

“Yeah, look at how well my little plan turned out,” Greg said, bitterly. “Dragged out of my car through the window, beaten to a pulp, and left for dead.”

“Greg…” Nick whispered, leaning down to get his head right next to Greg’s. “You’re gonna listen to me, and you’re gonna listen good, got it?” It pained him to have to speak to Greg like that, but obviously the gentle convincing of him hadn’t worked.

Greg stared at him, but nodded all the same. “You, Greg Sanders, are worth so much more than the scum that was Demetrius James; he helped in the deliberate attempts at killing three people, and succeeded once. Did you mean to kill Demetrius James?” Greg shook his head. “See? You are worth so much more than him, got it?”

Greg stared at him. “But-.”

“No ifs ands or buts about it,” Nick said. “Now, really, how are you doing?” Greg was silent for several more minutes. Nick was just about to ask again, when a tear slid down Greg’s cheek, his bottom lip quivering severally. “I was scared,” he whispered. “I really thought I was going to die tonight, Nick.”

“Oh, Greg,” Nick whispered, taking Greg into his arms. “Shh…”

“And, the worst part about it, you’d never know how much I care about you…” Greg whispered. “So, I’ll just go ahead and say it; I love you, Nick Stokes.”

Nick smiled, hugging Greg tighter. “Love you too, G.” he pulled back, kissing Greg’s cheek and pushing him back towards his pillows. “You rest, now.”

Greg nodded, scooting over and patting the mattress next to him. “Just until I fall asleep.”

Nick smiled, getting into the hospital bed, and wrapping his arms around Greg. “Okay.”

IslandWriter

IslandWriter — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 20:05:30 CDT

“My Love”

Everything’s spinning out of control
and I’m falling
falling
falling...
strong arms are catching me.
Brown eyes lock onto mine
but I’m still lost,
lost in the forest of my strange heart.
These days it grows stranger
everyday.
Everything’s cloudy
I can’t see anything but brown eyes,
gentle, seeing into my soul
understanding me like no one before.
My heart struggles to clear the underbrush.
I hold onto it,
afraid of what I want.
“I’m here Nick,
not going anywhere.
I’ll clear the brush away”
his beautiful voice reaches my ears.
Now I see brown hair, blonde highlights
falling into those eyes.
The sun is coming out
the brush is scrambling back
and I smile,
glad he’s here.

"And Bring Greg Too"

An alarm is going off in the darkness of a bedroom. A hand reaches out to slap the alarm clock, but several slaps later and the alarm is still going off. Nick pushes the covers back and sits up, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. He shakes his head and rubs a hand over his face. Looking around he finds his work cell phone lit up on his nightstand. Picking it up he reads Grissom’s name on the screen. He flips the phone open.

"Stokes," he says wearily, looking at the clock, which reads noon.

"Nick, I hate to do this, I know you have tonight off, so don’t even start on that. But I need you to come in. We’ve got a huge case, just came in."

"Shit, Grissom. I got two hours of sleep. Can’t you at least give me a few more hours?"

"I can’t. It’s high profile. Warrick and Catherine are already on their way in. Please, Nick, I don’t have time to argue."

"Ok, fine. Fine. I’ll be in as soon as I can. Just give me time to shower," he says with slight anger peppering his words.

Nick stands up and makes his way to the doorway, stumbling over a pair of shoes and pants haphazardly thrown on the floor.

"Good. Oh, and one more thing, have you and Greg stopped trying to avoid each other at work?"

Nick freezes mid-stride. "Uh.... what do you mean, Griss?"

"Cut the act, Stokes. You can stop avoiding each other like the plague. You’re not fooling anyone. And drag him in with you. I need the whole team present. Thanks."

"But Griss... what do you..." Nick tries, confused, just as Grissom hangs up.

"Why’s the bed cold?" a voice reaches him in the doorway. "Nicky?"

He sighs, closes the flip phone and turns back to the bed, his shoulders slumped.

"We have to go to work. Griss just called," he sounds tired again.

Greg’s head pops out from underneath the dark green comforter. His hair is a spiky mess and the look on his face is one of heartbreak, matching Nick’s.

"Nooooo...." Greg moans. "It’s so rare that we get a night off together. So rare..."

"I know, G. I know."

"DNA"

Greg stood in the parking lot with obvious anticipation as Catherine got out of her car and approached him on her way into the lab to work the graveyard shift.

"What’s going on Greg?" She stopped in front of him as his eyes lit up.

"He said he was going to do it, but I didn’t believe him. And he did it!"

Greg’s eyes swept right over her head to Nick’s truck as he pulled into the lot, and she couldn’t help but notice how much they were shining. She followed his gaze as Nick parked and got out.

"Uh, Nick? What’s with the new license plates?" she asked, noting the special plates she hadn’t seen before.

"You like them?" Nick was facing Greg who nodded enthusiastically.

"I can’t believe you actually did that!"

"After your CSI, how could I not?"

Catherine glanced at Greg’s Jetta parked next to the truck to see his special plates which read ‘CSI’.

"I thought you got those because you wanted to become a CSI?" she questioned, now thoroughly confused.

"Sure I may have wanted to be a CSI, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want one of my very own too."

The look on the DNA tech’s face turned very mischievous as Nick swated him on the shoulder with a huge grin. The two headed into the lab, talking animatedly together as if she wasn’t even there, leaving her staring at Nick’s truck, who’s plates now read ‘DNA’. And she wondered when all of this happened and how she never noticed it before.

csiKat1

QueenOfTheUniverse — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 13:59:14 CST

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FutureCSI1313's Page

FutureCSI1313 — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 08:19:38 CST

You're Everything to Me

“Will you turn that crap down!?” Greg yelled from the kitchen, where he eagerly awaited a hot cup of his famous Ramen. “You’re killing me out here!”

“No way,” a voice from the other room argued back. “It’s my turn.”

“At least I play decent music,” mumbled Greg as he pulled his food out of the microwave. “And mine doesn’t twang like a hillbilly.”

“I heard that!”

“Good! Now turn that country filth and stop yelling from ten feet away!” Greg slid into a seat at the kitchen table and wound the noodles around his fork and slurped them noisily.

“You’re lucky I love you,” snorted Greg, hearing his lover’s approaching footsteps behind him, bare feet sticking to the cool hardwood. “Because I wouldn’t put up with this Paisley guy for anybody else.”

“Why don’t you listen to the words then?” suggested Nick, resting his elbows on Greg’s shoulder. He felt Nick’s breath on his ears and he whispered along with the song:

“You think you're one of millions but you're one in a million to me
When you wonder if you matter, baby look into my eyes
And tell me, can't you see you're everything to me.”
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love_fan

love_fan — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 16:55:11 CST

This is one of the many ways I picture the boys to come out on the show. So enjoy…

What Do You Need?

by love_fan

It had been a tough case. A child murdered by her own mother because her boyfriend didn’t want children. Nick was devastated. He loved children and with every case like this one a bit of his heart died away.

Nick sat in the locker room, his face buried in his hands. Why? Why did people do these things to each other? Why did mothers kill their children whom they were supposed to love and protect with their lives? He just didn’t get it! What was wrong with the world?

He was so lost in his miserable thoughts that he neither heard the door open nor the soft footsteps approach him. Only when he felt a hand on his shoulder, pressing it softly, he looked up. Looked up into Greg Sanders’ beautiful brown eyes. For a moment the two men were lost in each other.

"I heard about your case." Greg said in a soft voice.

Nick just looked at him. He could see a lot of emotions mirrored on Greg’s face – compassion, worry, concern – but most of all he saw unconditional love.

Greg crouched down and took Nick’s hands into his.

Nick followed his every movement. "I don’t get it, I just don’t get it!" he choked out tears already filling his eyes.

"Shh, it’s ok, baby." Greg replied and placed a tender kiss to his hands.

"How can it be ok? The girl is dead!"

"I know, but her mother will rot in prison for what she did and you put her away. It’s all you could have done."

"I know that but …"

Greg let go of his boyfriend’s hands and moved to sit next to him on the bench. He put his arms around Nick and held him close.

Nick sobbed against his shoulder openly now.

"Shh, baby, shh, everything’s gonna be fine." Greg pulled Nick’s face up and looked him deep in the eyes. "I love you, you know? I’ll always be there for you. So tell me, what do you need now?"

"You."

Greg smiled, stroked a hand across his lover’s cheek and placed a gentle kiss on Nick’s lips.

Csi Junkie247

CSIjunkie247 — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 21:40:26 CST

Obviously the boys arn't mine, and neither are the lyrics, they are from the movie/musical; RENT

Nightmares
Plexiglass, dirt, fire ant’s, a pounding heart. Back again, I’ve been in that box every night this week, and every time it feels more real. So when I come into work on the verge of a break down, from another nightmare, I always fear losing what little dignity I’ve got left.

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An orange flash, burning plastic, and a raging inferno on my back. The nightmares of that night are few and far between, but they still hurt. I felt worthless, like I had messed up and everyone suffered. I don’t care what Catherine said, I no longer have my dignity, just my sense of humor to help me survive.

Will I lose my dignity

As I placed the barrel of that gun to my chin I had only been thinking of the pain I was in. The cool metal made me stop before I pulled the trigger. What would they say if I’d made it this far and took My Own Life. I thought of the voice recorder and all the things I’d said to them. I knew I had to fight, to tell them, because if it was just my voice in a recorder, would they even bother.

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I had to re-live it, and I’ve never felt more vulnerable. I know now they were there for me but back then, it felt like just another crime scene. Then, I was ready to give up; because I was sure no one cared about the lowly lab rat.

Will someone care

I’m drenched in a cold sweat. Every time I wake up, I force myself not to move, fearing that if Io sit up I’ll hit and the Nevada desert will come crashing down on me. I force myself to open my eyes and look for anything familiar. I see my alarm clock, 12:00pm, means the same to me as midnight. I’ve made it another day.

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I can’t sleep on my back, a habit I picked up all those day’s in the hospital. As my eyes shoot open my hand reaches back, feeling the barely there scars. It may have happened years ago, and worse may have happened since, but in my dreams I can never tell if I’ll even wake up after the darkness takes over my injured body. Sometimes the dream continues and others I wake up, the scent of burning plastic embedded in my brain. However, when the darkness in dream takes me over I always feel like I’ll never wake up.

Will I wake tomorrow

I sigh as I see the clock, no more sleep for me. I guess I could run some errands and try to forget to the best of my ability. I know I’ll go to work tonight, see the people I know and love. Only to return home to my bed, and the hell within my dreams.

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I just lie there, all of my senses kicking back in. The sight of my ocean blue sheets, the scent of my detergent, the sound of the shower turning on full blast, the feel of the blanket draped over my lower half, and the taste of my lover on my lips. It’s strange; we always seem to have nightmares on the same night.

From this nightmare

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Special thanks on this next story to QueenOfTheUniverse.

Can You Take The Heat?
The heat of the job has burnt out many a CSI in the past. It’s a tough world and it gets tougher as the years go by. I’ve been warned a thousand times, if you take the job to seriously it burns you in the end. I don’t care though, because anytime I start to regret becoming a CSI and leaving the lab something big and exciting happens, and I’m a part of something bigger then the whole team’s lives put together.
We’ve had two CSI’s kidnapped and their lives put on the line. It was those cases that pulled me to earth, showed me how much life was worth. One of them was the love of my life and I swore to myself after that night to never take one single day for granted. The other was my closest friend and somewhat of an older sister. It’s hard to say whose disappearance I took harder because both of them hold a great deal of space in my heart. I’ll never forget the fear when they were discovered to be missing and the relief when there were by my side once more.
Can You Take The Heat?
She couldn’t deal with it anymore. Sara meant the world to me; she was the older sister I never had. However even I didn’t see what was going on with her. Didn’t see her slowly burn out and teaching Ronnie the tricks of the trade before walking out on the whole team. I’ll admit I was angrier then I should have been and would have stayed that way had it not been for the phone call Nick and I received this afternoon.
I had just fallen asleep to the sound of discovery channel on T.V. my head resting on Nicks shoulder and his arm around me protectively. It was the picture of perfection and then, the phone rang.
Peeling himself from the couch and then my grip (I was comfortable,) Nick picked up the phone.
“Hey, G, get over here it’s Sara.”
I tossed a dirty look at the phone before locking my self in the bedroom (I can be a bit of a child sometimes.)
I heard him say something into the phone, repeat a number back to her and hang up. He jiggled the knob and when the door wouldn’t budge he knocked lightly.
“I’m not talking to her Nick, she walked out on our team, our family and I just can’t forgive that.”
“Greg, just talk to her please, you’re the only one who hasn’t spoken to her yet and that happened almost 3 months ago.”
I stayed silent, I couldn’t forgive her, we were closer then siblings and I didn’t even know why she left, that hurt the most.
“Baby, open the door.” My sweet southern boyfriend had pulled out the only trick he had left. He only called me baby when he wanted to me to be serious or if he wanted something in general. As always I complied with his request, standing into the doorway of our bedroom we stared each other down. He looked me in the eyes and spoke again.
“I’ll never stop telling you that this job can break a person, it almost broke Sara and the fiery passion she had for her job. Greg she had to go or she wouldn’t have made it another year. Now, I’ve been standing on the sidelines since this started and I notice now that I should start worrying about you, Sara did what was best for her situation, but tell me honestly is that what your doing? I see you everyday, more tired, slowly beating yourself up. The job is going to get you Greg and I just can’t sit back and watch. If you can’t take the heat get out of the Kitchen.”
I turned my head away from him, I knew the effects this job had I couldn’t remember the last time I had a real meal and I was more tired everyday. The cases seemed to get harder every time.
“I’m never leaving CSI Nicky, it means too much to me. I’ll call Sara when I’m ready too. This is bigger then you think.” And with that I walked down the hall, stepped into my sneakers and took off out the door. The Nevada heat no match for the fire in my mind blazing through my thoughts and telling me that a vacation away from the hell I see each day would make me better. But I had to ask myself, could it really make a difference?
Can I Take The Heat?

The Love History

QueenOfTheUniverse — Thu, 03 Jan 2008 11:15:35 CST

Where did the nickname 'The Love' come from?

"'The Love' actually came about because that's what it was to us, simple 'The Love', we didn't want was of those couply names, like 'Snickers', 'Sandles', 'YoBling', those two just never seemed to fit into a category like that, so we just called it 'The Love' something that just was, 'love', so obvious and so much chemistry there...... That's about it really.... But it says everything there is about them..."
-Shacky20, an original Love Shipper who founded the fanfiction site dedicated to The Love, known as www.nickandgreg.com or What Makes The Desert Beautiful.

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As Las Vegas Turns

only_true_love — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:01:05 CST

Part 1 - The Love Gets Nuked

Nick and Greg are in the locker room before their shift starts.

Nick: So, Greggo, how'd your court appearance go yesterday?
Greg: Not too bad. The defense attorney really tried to discredit me, but he didn't.
Nick: Well, that would be hard to do. I can't think of anything he could find wrong with you...I mean with what you did. You're a great CSI.
Greg: *blushes* Thanks, Nicky. That means a lot coming from you.
Grissom (entering the locker room): Hey you guys, I know shift hasn't started but I need the both of you to meet Brass over at the Montecito Hotel A.S.A.P., for a 419.
Nick: Sure thing boss.

Nick and Greg gathered their things and headed off to the parking lot. They got into Nick's car and headed to the hotel.

Nick: Funny how it's been you and me working together lately, huh?
Greg: Well, I wouldn't call it funny. Although I do enjoy working with you. ;)
Nick: It's not that I don't like working with you, I really do, I just wonder why we make such a good team. I think we work well together, so I want us to keep working together. You know, cause we work well...together...
Greg: Ok. I believe you. Are you alright Stokes? Did you drink some of Hodges coffee or something?
Nick: *laughs* No, I'm fine. *breathing deeply*

Nick and Greg pull into the Montecito and head inside.

Brass: Hey Nicky. Hey Greggo. You two working together again. The dynamic duo. *chuckles* Well our vic is up on the 6th floor. A 25 yr. old Winston Johnson. The maid found him. *gets on elevator with Nick and Greggo and head up to the room.*
Nick: Yup, us again. *smiles* Do we know the COD?
Brass: Not yet. Hopefully, David can tell you something. He got here right before you two arrived.