Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: General : Nick-centric.
Author on LJ: N/A. Tell me if there is.
Author Website: Account at ff.net.
Why this must be read:
Okay, let's tell the truth. There isn't usually (maybe never) very good stuff posted at ff.net, but this happens to be one of the best I've read
anywhere. Truly. It's not just because I love Nick's character, but because of how
she portrays him and his emotions and how he gets so fed up with the team ignoring everything going on with him after his burial. (Like they did this season? *shrugs*) She makes him snap at the simplest things, but for good reason, and makes the situations in these 21 chapters so intense and so incredibly real, it's hard not to love it.
So quiet and it wasn’t even that late. He would have at least expected a random bark from one of the neighbors’ dogs, but his ears weren’t even picking that up. There was just nothing.
It wasn’t as though the quiet was extraordinary or anything, it was just something that one noticed. Usually it takes awhile for it hit you – you’re sitting in your living room and all of a sudden you think ‘Wow, it’s pretty quiet around here’, and feel the need to get up and move around or just make noise of some kind.
This is how Nick felt. He started to jiggle his keys in his hand, the metallic rattle sounding much too loud, as though the small sound was bouncing off of every flat surface along the street. Nick pushed the oddly unnerving silence out of his mind. It was just a calm, quiet night, and there was nothing wrong with that, and certainly nothing important enough to warrant too much thought. He could really use a calm, quiet night.
Nick started his vehicle and headed for the crime lab, feeling the need to turn his radio up just a little louder than normal.Just a B and E; chapters 1 through 21 posted there.
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