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crack_van2004-01-24 07:34 pm
kerlin.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2004-01-24 07:34 pm
Splendor in the Grass by Midnight Caller (PG-13)
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chili_powda
Author website: archive on g&s.com
Why this must be read:
It's Grissom and Sara bonding over science and over their reclusiveness, with deft characterizations and smooth dialogue. It's a situation we've all been in at one time or another: just lying back and looking up at the stars, pondering the universe, and Midnight Caller very nicely interpets it through the lens of the two Geeks.
And I'm a sucker for good summaries; this fic's is "Catherine throws a party. Too bad it sucks."
"You alright there, Grissom?" One of the joke-tellers slapped him on the back. "You need another drink!"
"Good idea," he smiled politely, and slipped out of the circle, pushing his way through the crowd. Catherine had too many friends, and most of them were in his path to another beer. When he finally reached the fridge he yanked open the door and pulled out a longneck. He popped the cap and took a long gulp. Oh, the sweet nectar of forced social situations.
Splendor in the Grass
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Author on LJ:
chili_powdaAuthor website: archive on g&s.com
Why this must be read:
It's Grissom and Sara bonding over science and over their reclusiveness, with deft characterizations and smooth dialogue. It's a situation we've all been in at one time or another: just lying back and looking up at the stars, pondering the universe, and Midnight Caller very nicely interpets it through the lens of the two Geeks.
And I'm a sucker for good summaries; this fic's is "Catherine throws a party. Too bad it sucks."
"You alright there, Grissom?" One of the joke-tellers slapped him on the back. "You need another drink!"
"Good idea," he smiled politely, and slipped out of the circle, pushing his way through the crowd. Catherine had too many friends, and most of them were in his path to another beer. When he finally reached the fridge he yanked open the door and pulled out a longneck. He popped the cap and took a long gulp. Oh, the sweet nectar of forced social situations.
Splendor in the Grass
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