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The Ruse by Em Brunson (R)
Fandom: CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION
Pairing: Nick Stokes/Gil Grissom
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
janissa11
Author Website: Emland
Why this must be read:
Continuing with the lighter theme, I bring you this funny piece by Em Brunson. Em's usually better known for her hurt comfort and her angst, which is dark and bitter sweet, but this one makes me smile. It's a standard trope - the CSI equivalent of 'aliens made them do it' - but it's handled well with Em's deft touch. It's told from Nick's perspective, and Nick is severely out of his depth, but that just makes it funnier. This is early CSI, when Nick was desperate for Gil's approval and Gil was more indulgent than bitter about it.
"I’d never do this if I didn’t think we were probably going to die in the next two minutes. Understood?"
Die? Grissom thinks they’re going to die? It’s one thing if Nick thinks it; he contemplates his own demise at least four times a day, and eight on Saturday nights. But Grissom, the all-powerful wizard of - Odd? No. No, so that means this is serious, baby, this is as serious as it gets, not just good old jumpy Nick flinching at shadows, this is the real deal, Neal.
He tries to agree, but all that comes out is a high little squeak of air, like somebody playing with a balloon.
Grissom reaches out and yanks Nick’s shirt half out of his pants. Nick looks down stupidly, and then resumes his open-mouthed gape.
"Were you ever in any plays in high school?" Grissom scrubs his hand over Nick’s hair. It obliges by standing straight up, like he’d just hooked Nick to an electrical socket. "College?"
"Yes," Nick squeaks.
"Good. Then think of this as playing a role. Except the reviewers have guns. Okay?"
"Okay."
"It’ll be better than dying. Right?"
"What -"
Grissom leans against him and kisses him right on the mouth.
Well, there’s one thing to be said for unorthodox methods. They certainly get one’s attention.
The Ruse
Pairing: Nick Stokes/Gil Grissom
Author on LJ:
janissa11Author Website: Emland
Why this must be read:
Continuing with the lighter theme, I bring you this funny piece by Em Brunson. Em's usually better known for her hurt comfort and her angst, which is dark and bitter sweet, but this one makes me smile. It's a standard trope - the CSI equivalent of 'aliens made them do it' - but it's handled well with Em's deft touch. It's told from Nick's perspective, and Nick is severely out of his depth, but that just makes it funnier. This is early CSI, when Nick was desperate for Gil's approval and Gil was more indulgent than bitter about it.
"I’d never do this if I didn’t think we were probably going to die in the next two minutes. Understood?"
Die? Grissom thinks they’re going to die? It’s one thing if Nick thinks it; he contemplates his own demise at least four times a day, and eight on Saturday nights. But Grissom, the all-powerful wizard of - Odd? No. No, so that means this is serious, baby, this is as serious as it gets, not just good old jumpy Nick flinching at shadows, this is the real deal, Neal.
He tries to agree, but all that comes out is a high little squeak of air, like somebody playing with a balloon.
Grissom reaches out and yanks Nick’s shirt half out of his pants. Nick looks down stupidly, and then resumes his open-mouthed gape.
"Were you ever in any plays in high school?" Grissom scrubs his hand over Nick’s hair. It obliges by standing straight up, like he’d just hooked Nick to an electrical socket. "College?"
"Yes," Nick squeaks.
"Good. Then think of this as playing a role. Except the reviewers have guns. Okay?"
"Okay."
"It’ll be better than dying. Right?"
"What -"
Grissom leans against him and kisses him right on the mouth.
Well, there’s one thing to be said for unorthodox methods. They certainly get one’s attention.
The Ruse
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