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All That I Am by Kat Reitz and Perryvic (NC-17)
Fandom: CSI: LV
Pairing: Gil/Paul Millander, unrequited Gil/Greg
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zechsy and perryvic
Authors' website: The Caffiends Asylum
Why this must be read: Paul Millander was a reoccuring character in the first two seasons that was both interesting as a person Gil connected with and a serial killer. Because of this, there have been a lot of stories written about the two of them where things have gone slightly AU and Paul is alive or he was never a serial killer. In this particular story, we've got a slightly off-center AU where Paul is actually in charge of the night shift CSI and Gil works for him. The two of them are in an established relationship at this point, and Gil not only knows Paul's big secret, but he covers for him. However, it turns out that Paul's got more than one big secret and when Gil finds that one out, everything comes apart.
This is a really fascinating look at a Grissom that's in a loving, supportive relationship and is not in charge of the night shift CSI. He's more relaxed with his coworkers and seems to be a much more emotionally available person for everyone, not just Paul. The story takes place around the time of the lab explosion in season three and also brings in the series of murders that Paul was responsible for on the show. They do a wonderful job mixing canon storylines with their new take on Paul's spot in the CSI world. It's long, involved, and leaves you guessing for a long time. A definite fun and interesting read!
Paul shut the door behind him and then without any hint of self consciousness, wrapped his arms around Gil as if he believed he had been sure he wasn't going to see him again. "Gil..."
No one was likely to come in there, and Covallo was too busy looking for their failings to follow. Paul looked like he didn't care anyway. Gil leaned back against the edge of the evidence table, and slid his arms around Paul in turn, holding him tight. "It's okay, Paul. I wasn't really hurt. We'll put the cases back together..." He could see out the window, see that there wasn't anyone coming, so he closed his eyes, and tipped his head a little, cheek pressed against Paul's hair. It smelled like smoke.
"I keep thinking... you could have been in there, that shard of glass could have hit you through the eye, in the throat..." He actually shuddered. "You could be like Sanders and... I hate myself for this but I'm thanking god it's him, not you."
He exhaled, and moved a hand to rub at the base of Paul's neck. Gil didn't need to tell Paul the 'almost' of what had happened, didn't need to add to his stress by stating that things were almost worse. "Paul? It wasn't me. I'm okay. Fifteen stitches total. Remember the time I got myself in the leg with a rock that the lawnmower kicked up? That was twenty stitches, and we know that was nothing."
Paul shook his head. "I want you to find out what happened, how this happened, Gil," he said in a low voice. "Covallo is coming down on us hard. I suspect he'll be putting on pressure for a replacement supervisor."
"You're an excellent supervisor," Gil murmured. Paul still felt shaky, and he slouched like that when he was unsettled, until he didn't seem the little bit taller than Gil that he was. "This isn't your fault. I'll find out what happened..." He had to, because there was no way that the DNA from that hair from the Kent murder had survived. One case after another after another being terminated too short, a quick rocky track record, yes, that was enough to make Covallo cut and run, put a different supervisor in place. They were still the third best in the country.
"Brass got sidelined over Holly Gribbs. That could have easily been Sanders," Paul straightened up a little. "But you should still be at home."
"You know I'd just be at home, sitting on the sofa, watching the fish and waiting to hear what happened." Gil let him pull back, and slipped his hands to rest against Paul's belt. Catherine was coming down the hallway, looking for them, no doubt as the temporary emissary of Covallo's continuing wrath.
Paul glanced over his shoulder. "You and Willows then. And for god's sake, don't do all the bending. And under no circumstances will you pull a double."
"Can I hold you to the same restrictions? There can only be so many hours of yelling that the director and the sheriff can have in them. Think of it as a favor to them as much as for you, Paul."
"I'll be there, you can count on that," Paul said stepping back just as Catherine opened the door.
"Sorry to interrupt, but the Sheriff is asking for an update," she said looking at them both.
"I've got it," Millander replied and nodded. "Catherine, you and Gil are investigating the lab explosion. It takes priority at the moment. We have to reestablish credibility. Talk with Gil, I need to fend off the ravening hordes of bureaucracy."
"Good luck, Paul." Gil gave him a tight smile, falling back into professionalism. It was easy to switch between the two, simple as being mindful of himself. He was still leaning against the table, while Catherine entered the small evidence room, and Gil watched Paul straighten his shirt cuffs as he walked off down the hallway.
All That I Am
Pairing: Gil/Paul Millander, unrequited Gil/Greg
Authors on LJ:
zechsy and perryvicAuthors' website: The Caffiends Asylum
Why this must be read: Paul Millander was a reoccuring character in the first two seasons that was both interesting as a person Gil connected with and a serial killer. Because of this, there have been a lot of stories written about the two of them where things have gone slightly AU and Paul is alive or he was never a serial killer. In this particular story, we've got a slightly off-center AU where Paul is actually in charge of the night shift CSI and Gil works for him. The two of them are in an established relationship at this point, and Gil not only knows Paul's big secret, but he covers for him. However, it turns out that Paul's got more than one big secret and when Gil finds that one out, everything comes apart.
This is a really fascinating look at a Grissom that's in a loving, supportive relationship and is not in charge of the night shift CSI. He's more relaxed with his coworkers and seems to be a much more emotionally available person for everyone, not just Paul. The story takes place around the time of the lab explosion in season three and also brings in the series of murders that Paul was responsible for on the show. They do a wonderful job mixing canon storylines with their new take on Paul's spot in the CSI world. It's long, involved, and leaves you guessing for a long time. A definite fun and interesting read!
Paul shut the door behind him and then without any hint of self consciousness, wrapped his arms around Gil as if he believed he had been sure he wasn't going to see him again. "Gil..."
No one was likely to come in there, and Covallo was too busy looking for their failings to follow. Paul looked like he didn't care anyway. Gil leaned back against the edge of the evidence table, and slid his arms around Paul in turn, holding him tight. "It's okay, Paul. I wasn't really hurt. We'll put the cases back together..." He could see out the window, see that there wasn't anyone coming, so he closed his eyes, and tipped his head a little, cheek pressed against Paul's hair. It smelled like smoke.
"I keep thinking... you could have been in there, that shard of glass could have hit you through the eye, in the throat..." He actually shuddered. "You could be like Sanders and... I hate myself for this but I'm thanking god it's him, not you."
He exhaled, and moved a hand to rub at the base of Paul's neck. Gil didn't need to tell Paul the 'almost' of what had happened, didn't need to add to his stress by stating that things were almost worse. "Paul? It wasn't me. I'm okay. Fifteen stitches total. Remember the time I got myself in the leg with a rock that the lawnmower kicked up? That was twenty stitches, and we know that was nothing."
Paul shook his head. "I want you to find out what happened, how this happened, Gil," he said in a low voice. "Covallo is coming down on us hard. I suspect he'll be putting on pressure for a replacement supervisor."
"You're an excellent supervisor," Gil murmured. Paul still felt shaky, and he slouched like that when he was unsettled, until he didn't seem the little bit taller than Gil that he was. "This isn't your fault. I'll find out what happened..." He had to, because there was no way that the DNA from that hair from the Kent murder had survived. One case after another after another being terminated too short, a quick rocky track record, yes, that was enough to make Covallo cut and run, put a different supervisor in place. They were still the third best in the country.
"Brass got sidelined over Holly Gribbs. That could have easily been Sanders," Paul straightened up a little. "But you should still be at home."
"You know I'd just be at home, sitting on the sofa, watching the fish and waiting to hear what happened." Gil let him pull back, and slipped his hands to rest against Paul's belt. Catherine was coming down the hallway, looking for them, no doubt as the temporary emissary of Covallo's continuing wrath.
Paul glanced over his shoulder. "You and Willows then. And for god's sake, don't do all the bending. And under no circumstances will you pull a double."
"Can I hold you to the same restrictions? There can only be so many hours of yelling that the director and the sheriff can have in them. Think of it as a favor to them as much as for you, Paul."
"I'll be there, you can count on that," Paul said stepping back just as Catherine opened the door.
"Sorry to interrupt, but the Sheriff is asking for an update," she said looking at them both.
"I've got it," Millander replied and nodded. "Catherine, you and Gil are investigating the lab explosion. It takes priority at the moment. We have to reestablish credibility. Talk with Gil, I need to fend off the ravening hordes of bureaucracy."
"Good luck, Paul." Gil gave him a tight smile, falling back into professionalism. It was easy to switch between the two, simple as being mindful of himself. He was still leaning against the table, while Catherine entered the small evidence room, and Gil watched Paul straighten his shirt cuffs as he walked off down the hallway.
All That I Am
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