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An Interval of Dreams by keiko_kirin (R)
Looks like I'm back for August :D drove for CSI in June, it was great, and nobody had signed up for this month, so here we go again!
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)
keiko_kirin (thanks)
AUTHOR WEBSITE: Website.
WHY THIS MUST BE READ:
It's not what you expect, or certainly not what I expected. If I say much more, it'll give everything away.
Greg woke up twisting in the sheet, clawing it from his clammy skin. He wrestled with the grip of deep sleep until he could squint his eyes open and read the blurry LCD numbers of the alarm clock. Damn. Same dream again, same waking up early. Same hollow pit in his stomach as he tried to shake off the dream's imagery and couldn't.
He dragged himself from bed to shower, from shower to kitchen, where he finished off an open 2-liter bottle of Diet Pepsi for his pre-Starbucks caffeine fix. He rested his hands on the counter, yawning and stretching and shaking water from his hair, and he wished he didn't still feel the spinal creep of uneasiness and cold prickling of anxiety.
It was only a dream, he told himself. Nick wasn't really in danger. Wasn't really going to die suffocating.
An Interval of Dreams
FANDOM: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
PAIRING: Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders
AUTHOR ON LJ:
keiko_kirin (thanks)AUTHOR WEBSITE: Website.
WHY THIS MUST BE READ:
It's not what you expect, or certainly not what I expected. If I say much more, it'll give everything away.
Greg woke up twisting in the sheet, clawing it from his clammy skin. He wrestled with the grip of deep sleep until he could squint his eyes open and read the blurry LCD numbers of the alarm clock. Damn. Same dream again, same waking up early. Same hollow pit in his stomach as he tried to shake off the dream's imagery and couldn't.
He dragged himself from bed to shower, from shower to kitchen, where he finished off an open 2-liter bottle of Diet Pepsi for his pre-Starbucks caffeine fix. He rested his hands on the counter, yawning and stretching and shaking water from his hair, and he wished he didn't still feel the spinal creep of uneasiness and cold prickling of anxiety.
It was only a dream, he told himself. Nick wasn't really in danger. Wasn't really going to die suffocating.
An Interval of Dreams
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