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Cold Comfort by Luna (R)
Hi, I'm Alyse and I'll be your CSI crack provider this month. I tend to read a wide variety of fic, so my recs will cover gen, het and slash, but will most likely be Nickcentric.
Fandom: CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tangleofthorns
Author Website: sparkgirls
Why this must be read:
In keeping with the month of December, this story is Nick, at Christmas time, but far from being schmaltz this is Nick reflecting on the reality of dealing with death every day. There are hints within the show of a darker side to Nick, a world weariness and sharp temper that contrasts with his normal sunny disposition, and yet so much of the fiction out there only includes Nick the nice guy, and often, unfortunately, Nick the nice and dumb guy. But this piece is different - it's intelligent and well-written and examines a side of Nick that we don't get to see often enough, showing the effect that working day, in day out in a very stressful job, dealing with the most depressing of subjects and the worst that the human race can do to each other can have, even on someone as resolutely upbeat as Nick.
Most of all, however, the language flows beautifully and there are some stark and lovely images that stay with the reader.
Nick hasn't been laid in six months, and he knows why. Yes, you *do*. He can peel his gloves off at the end of a shift, but the dust of the latex stays on his skin. The things he's seen, things he's smelled and touched, stay with him, too. When he looks at a woman, the first flare of attraction is drowned in the flood of too much vision, too much knowledge.
When he looks at a woman, he sees dermis, hair follicles, fingerprints, two hundred and six breakable bones. Blood, saliva, secretions, chambers of the heart, tissues of the cervix. Almost as soon as he wants someone he sees them stripped to a state of raw fragility. Mortality. No mystery at all.
It's unrelenting and unremitting and yet still Nick. Well worth a read.
Cold Comfort
Fandom: CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
tangleofthornsAuthor Website: sparkgirls
Why this must be read:
In keeping with the month of December, this story is Nick, at Christmas time, but far from being schmaltz this is Nick reflecting on the reality of dealing with death every day. There are hints within the show of a darker side to Nick, a world weariness and sharp temper that contrasts with his normal sunny disposition, and yet so much of the fiction out there only includes Nick the nice guy, and often, unfortunately, Nick the nice and dumb guy. But this piece is different - it's intelligent and well-written and examines a side of Nick that we don't get to see often enough, showing the effect that working day, in day out in a very stressful job, dealing with the most depressing of subjects and the worst that the human race can do to each other can have, even on someone as resolutely upbeat as Nick.
Most of all, however, the language flows beautifully and there are some stark and lovely images that stay with the reader.
Nick hasn't been laid in six months, and he knows why. Yes, you *do*. He can peel his gloves off at the end of a shift, but the dust of the latex stays on his skin. The things he's seen, things he's smelled and touched, stay with him, too. When he looks at a woman, the first flare of attraction is drowned in the flood of too much vision, too much knowledge.
When he looks at a woman, he sees dermis, hair follicles, fingerprints, two hundred and six breakable bones. Blood, saliva, secretions, chambers of the heart, tissues of the cervix. Almost as soon as he wants someone he sees them stripped to a state of raw fragility. Mortality. No mystery at all.
It's unrelenting and unremitting and yet still Nick. Well worth a read.
Cold Comfort