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Stop Whispering by Geekwriter143 (R)
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geekwriter143
Author Website: Indulgence
Why this must be read:
This story's from Mrs. Stokes' perspective. While Nick's in the hospital, she goes to his apartment to get some of his things and runs into his roommate, Greg. She soon learns that not only shares his home, but also his bed. Honestly, how many more shocks can one woman stand over a twenty-four hour period? What I like best about this story is watching Mrs. Stokes realize that Nick's his own person, and he has another family in Las Vegas made from his co-workers.
She's shocked when the whole LV Crime Lab shows up at the hospital to make sure Nicky's ok. And it's not Nick, it's always Nicky, another way that she realizes Nick's part of something special. Mrs. Stokes is very sympathetic here. She's a grieving, terrified mother that wants what's best for her son, and feels useless when she can't provide it.
But then, at the hospital, they'd all been there. Not just Dr. Grissom and Nick's supervisor, Ms. Willows. Everyone had been there. It seemed the whole lab had been there, people who didn't even go in to see Nick but they were there anyway, waiting for word, waiting to make sure he really was OK, waiting to see if there was anything, anything at all, they could do for Nicky.
Nicky. It was always Nicky, never just Nick. No one had ever called him Nicky before, not even when he was a little boy. It had always been Nicholas or Nick or, in Bill's case, Pancho-such a silly little nickname. No one had ever called him Nicky, but every one of his coworkers did. They said it lovingly, possessively, as if when they said Nicky what they were really saying was my Nicky. She supposed they were.
Stop Whispering
Pairing: Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders
Author on LJ:
geekwriter143Author Website: Indulgence
Why this must be read:
This story's from Mrs. Stokes' perspective. While Nick's in the hospital, she goes to his apartment to get some of his things and runs into his roommate, Greg. She soon learns that not only shares his home, but also his bed. Honestly, how many more shocks can one woman stand over a twenty-four hour period? What I like best about this story is watching Mrs. Stokes realize that Nick's his own person, and he has another family in Las Vegas made from his co-workers.
She's shocked when the whole LV Crime Lab shows up at the hospital to make sure Nicky's ok. And it's not Nick, it's always Nicky, another way that she realizes Nick's part of something special. Mrs. Stokes is very sympathetic here. She's a grieving, terrified mother that wants what's best for her son, and feels useless when she can't provide it.
But then, at the hospital, they'd all been there. Not just Dr. Grissom and Nick's supervisor, Ms. Willows. Everyone had been there. It seemed the whole lab had been there, people who didn't even go in to see Nick but they were there anyway, waiting for word, waiting to make sure he really was OK, waiting to see if there was anything, anything at all, they could do for Nicky.
Nicky. It was always Nicky, never just Nick. No one had ever called him Nicky before, not even when he was a little boy. It had always been Nicholas or Nick or, in Bill's case, Pancho-such a silly little nickname. No one had ever called him Nicky, but every one of his coworkers did. They said it lovingly, possessively, as if when they said Nicky what they were really saying was my Nicky. She supposed they were.
Stop Whispering