CSI fic

Nov. 13th, 2003 09:40 am
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OK, Here's what I have of it so far. I'm still in chapter two, so don't expect too much right now. This is still Scribe's falt.


Title:
Author: Sarah R.
Rating: PG at the moment, will hopefully go up to NC-17 later.
Fandom: CSI
Disclaimer: I own no one here within these texts except for the main female lead, that is a Mary Sue. Lyrics are not mine either. They belong to Tori Amos
Warning: None as of yet. Trying to get it to be a loving/sexual relationship with an m/f pairing.
Author note: The name Donovan is Irish and is a combination of the words Brown and Black(If you go by the original spelling). Lyrics can be found in between here **....**



Chapter One


I knocked on the door that I had not seen any of the people that were bothering me come from. I was hoping it was their boss or leader. Maybe he can make them stop interrupting me.

I hear a faint "Enter." from the inside and open the door. A very nice looking older man was sitting behind the desk. "Yes," he asks. "How may I help you?"

"Are you the leader or boss of the people that work in these offices?"

"Yes.." He's confused. I understand completely. He's never seen me before, and I'm asking about this place and it's people.

"I was in one of the smaller labs and a few of your people asked me to do something for them, and I'm not a technician or scientist and I'm just here to clean and they're bothering me every few minutes asking about their stuff, and no one explained what they wanted and I just want them to leave me alone to do what I came here to do and can you make them stop bothering me?" I said all of that in one breath and very fast. I waited while he processed what I had said and waited for his response.

"You were in one of the smaller labs on this level?"

"Yes."

"You were cleaning?"

"I was trying to."

"And a few of my people are the ones bothering you?"

"I think they're yours. I'm not to sure but one was a skinny brunette lady with an annoying voice and she just asked if I was new here, and when I said yes, she handed me some files and stuff in bags and asked me do work on that and then a tall brunette guy came in and asked me the same thing that the brunette lady did and asked me to do some stuff for him as well and they won't leave me alone and I want them to."
"Was there anyone in the larger lab?"

"I didn't see anyone, but I'm not sure."

He stood up and came out from behind the desk. "Why don't you come with me and we'll see if we can find these two and I'll tell them to stop bothering you."

"If they would have just told me what they wanted, and explained I probably could have done some of it, but I'm not a scientist or technician and I don't know how to work te equipment and it's not mu job anyway."

"As I said, we'll find them and I'll make them stop bothering you."

"Thanks um.. If you don't mind, what's your name, sir?"

"I'm Gil Grissom. And you?"

"Sarah Donovan."

"It's nice to meet you Miss Donovan."

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you as well, even if it isn't under the best of circumstances."

He leads me out into the hall and we run into one of the people that has been bothering me.

"Mr. Grissom, there's one of them."

"Thank you. Oh, Nick! Could you come here a moment?"

"Hey Gris. Oh, hi to you too.."

"Sarah, Sarah Donovan. Your newest cleaning lady."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought you were one of the techs. I'll take my stuff to one and be out of your hair."

"Does that mean you'll stop bothering me every few minutes now?"

Nick chuckles. "Yeah, I'll stop botherin' you now."

"Good! Thanks. Bye!" I drag Grissom off so we could find the other person that's been bugging me.

"Where do you think we'll find the other one?" I ask.

"If she isn't in the room you were in, she will probably be talking wit the other members of our team."

"And who are they?"

"The one we are looking for is most likely Sara Sidle, the one you just met is Nick Stokes, there is also Warrick Brown, and the last of my team is Catherine Willows. And our regular technician is Greg Sanders. He can usually be found in the larger lab. Our boss is Captain Jim Brass. And last, but not least, is our Forensic pathologist is Dr. Al Robbins."

"I'm not going into the morgue, but thanks for the name of the man that runs it."

"You're welcome. And this is Catherine Willows. Catherine, this is Sarah Donovan, our newest cleaning person."

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well."

"Catherine, do you know where Sara is?"

Catherine blinked at that. She must be trying to remember that there is another Sara here. "I last saw her going to the labs."

"Thank you. I'll be back in my office in about fifteen minutes if there's anything that is needed." The two then left Catherine and headed back to the labs. They found Sara heading out of the smaller lab with an angry look on ger face. When she saw them it disappeared.

"Ah, Sara. We were just looking for you."

"You found something?"

"No. I'm not a lab tech. I'm the cleaner."

"Sara Sidle, Sarah Donovan."

"Sara, Sarah needs to get back to her cleaning, could you stop bothering her now?"

"Uh, yeah. I'll give the stuff to Greg, now that he's back in the lab. But thought you..."

"That I was a lab tech? Sorry, no."

"But you were waring gloves and had one of the tubes..."

"It was lying in the middle of the counter and it didn't have a label. It also looked like there wasn't anything in it, I was seeing if that was true. I was going to find someplace to put it until I had finished cleaning the table when you came in and handed me your stuff."

"Oh. Well, 'll just get that and go then. Sorry for bothering you."

"That's ok. Bye."

After Sara ad left Sarah turned to Grissom. "Thank you for helping me find those two, and for listening to me rant."

"It was my pleasure. Is there anything else you need?"

"Need? No. I think that about covered all that was bugging me. Anyway, thanks again. And if there's anything you need from me, just come calling."

"I'll be sure to do that." Just as he had reached the door, Sarah asked one last question.

"Mr. Grissom, if you don't mind me asking something personal, who named you Gil and why?"

"My father. He and I like to fish, so he named me Gil."

"That makes scene. Thanks for answering. I get te feeling not many people ask, and that you don't explain it much."

"You're quite right, I don't explain it much. Good evening, Miss Donovan."

"A good evening to you as well, Mr. Grissom. Mayhap we'll see each other again at a later date."

"Maybe we will." he says as he walks out the door and back to his office.



Chapter Two


~a few days after the incident above~


Nick pops his head in Grissom's door, "Hey, Gris, do you know if either of the girls sing in second soprano? And do it well, for that matter."

"Not to my knowledge, but I haven't heard any of them sing before. Why do you want to know?"

"Someone's singing in that recently closed off room."

"Really, how interesting. I'll check it out." Grissom heads off to the room Nick indicated. He knocked first, but the person didn't even pause in their singing, or acknowledge the knock. He opened the door to see Sarah Donovan scrubbing down the walls, with headphones on as she sang along with what she was listening to.


**From in the shadow she calls
and in the shadow she finds a way finds a way
and in the shadow she CRAWLS
Clutching her faded photograph
My image under her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart
yes with a message for my heart

chorus: she's been everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybode else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own


and in the doorway they stay
and laugh as violins fill with water
screams from the bluebells can't make them go away
We'll I'm not seventeen
but I've cuts on my knees
falling down as the winter takes one more cherry tree


Chorus


rushin' rivers thread so thin
limitation dreams with flying pigs
turbid blue and the drugstores
too safe in their coats my dots

and in the mist there she rides
and castles are burning in my heart
and as I twist I hold tight
and I ride to work every morning
wondering why "sit on the chair and be good now"
and become all that they told you
the white coats enter her room
and I'm callin' my baby
callin' my baby callin' my baby callin'


Chorus

**

As the song ends Grissom clears his throat. Sarah pushes the headphones off as she turns toward the door. "Oh, hi. Did you need something?"

"No, not really. Nick was wondering who was singing and I needed to see who was in this room."

"Ah. Well, as you can see, it was me on both counts. I was told to get tis room clean before people started doing things in here in the hopes that they won't make too gig a mess for the clean room."

"Clean room?"

"Yeah. This is supposed to be a clean room for computers."

"Ah. So we're finally getting our own computer tech. Good, we need one."

"Is there anything else you want to know? I need to get back to cleaning."

"I believe that was all I needed. Thank you."

"No problemo. If you want another free concert, just come back in and stay by the door. If you'd like to go out with me to breakfast or dinner I'll be here for another three hours."

"I'll keep that in mind." he said as she put her headphones back on, and turned back to the wall.

He left the room as she started another song.

**Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again...**

As Grissom heads back to his office, he runs into Nick. "The person you heard was Sara Donovan. She was told to clean that room."

"Ah. OK." He looks over Grissoms shoulder, "And here she comes now. Hi Sarah."

"Hi, guys. **So I ran faster
but it caught me here
yes my loyalties turned
like my ankle in the seventh grade
running after Billy
running after the rain...**"

They lose the rest of what she was singing because she was walking away from them.

Catherine comes up to them a few moments after Sarah had left.

"Why was Miss Donovan singing "Precious Things" by Tori Amos wile looking for more gloves?"

"She's cleaning a room that is going to be converted soon."

"That doesn't explain the singing though."

"Maybe she sings while she works, instead of whistles."

Sarah comes back into view, still singing. "**Snow can wait I forgot my mittens
wipe my nose get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter
I put my hands in my father's glove
I run off where the drifts get deeper...**" and goes back into the room she was cleaning.

"She's good. What's she doing as a cleaner when she should be a recording artist? Or at least work in the recording industry."

"I don't know, Nick." Catherine says. "Maybe she hasn't been in the right place at the right time yet. Or maybe that isn't what she wants to do."
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