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This Can’t Be The End Pt. 1

Nick Stokes X Reader

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Post Date: November 22nd 2022

Post Time: 11:09 pm

Summary: When Nick gets kidnapped, the reader is forced to fear the worst for her husband as she and the team work the case with hopes of bringing him home safe.

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Nick’s Pov:

I close my locker after grabbing my gun along with my extra clips. I sit down and start the process of reloading the clips as Warrick walks in. He smiles at me before walking to his locker and taking his shirt off.

“So I took my girl to that ultimate fight championship on Saturday night,” Warrick tells me as he clips his gun on his hip, then reaches into his locker to get a shirt.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, down over at the, uh, spur? I was tellin’ y/n about that the other night. We were thinkin’ about going, but she ended up working,” I reply as I reload my gun clip while Warrick puts his shirt on.

“Yeah. Almost ended up getting into a smack down of my own,” he tells me and I look up at him from the bench.

“No way. You almost got into a beef?” I ask and he looks at me before nodding as he rolls his sleeves up.

“You know, Tina doesn’t like me carrying a gun. I play down the fact that I’m a cop when I’m with her anyway,” he tells me and I go back to loading my gun clip as he turns back to his locker.

“Yeah, yeah, you play the scientist card. I don’t have to do that,” I joke and he scoffs as he grabs his gun.

“That’s ‘cause your wife works with you,” he says with a smirk and smile.

“And I love it. I can see her whenever I’d like. You’re a ‘copologist,’” I joke and he nods his head, laughing and I laugh too.

“Man, you’re whipped, man,” he tells me and I chuckle with a smile.

“Hey. If it’s y/n, I don’t mind being whipped,” I reply with a shrug.

“So, umm, we’re standing out in front of the hotel, making out and this guy walks up to me, gets in my face, and asks me how she is,” Warrick explains to me as he loads his clip into his gun then cocks it.

“No, he didn’t,” I say in disbelief and he nods as he puts his gun back in his holster.

“So?” I prompt him to continue.

“I tell him to get lost,” he says with a wave of his hand. “He says, ‘make me.’ So I took a step forward and out of nowhere, his big, fat bodyguard, looking like wimpy from Popeye, walks up and starts to close in on me.”

“This fat boy is looking like he’s obviously carrying some sort of weapon and I'm standing there naked as a porn star with my girl,” he finishes his story and I look up at him.

“Did you tell them you’re a ‘cop’?” I ask him as he now starts to roll his other sleeve up.

“They didn’t seem to care,” he tells me as he shakes his head.

“One of the guys sounded Russian, like he was wanna-be mafia,” he tells me like it’s a matter of fact as he finishes rolling his sleeve up.

“Fat boy was obviously his bodyguard,” he says and I hum in agreement before looking back up at him.

“So, uh, you know, I wasn’t physically afraid of the guys, but something was kind of sinister about them,” he tells me as he leans his hand on the shelf part of his locker and puts his other hand on his hip.

“They were provoking me, but they weren’t making a move. It was almost like they were waiting for me to make a move. Say if I smacked big-mouth, fat boy would’ve come over and stabbed me or something,” he explains and I let out a puff of exhortation as I turn and pick up my gun.

“Even fat boy was vibing me not to take the bait,” he says as I put my clip into my gun.

“So what happened?” I ask as I turn to look at him again.

“Well, valet finally brought Tina’s car up,” he tells me. “So, I maneuver her around these guys and I put her in her car, and I turn my back to them and let ‘em talk this smack,” he explains to me as he turns towards his locker, demonstrating what he did.

“I’m calming Tina down. Tell her everything’s fine, she drives off and I walk away,” he continues as he turns back around now and I mess with my vest pocket.

“I called Tina later on,” he explains as he grabs his jacket from his locker then closes it.

“And I tell her, uh, you know, if she got any problem with me being a cop, she needs to get over it, ‘cause now I’m packing,” he finishes and I look up at him as I readjust my holster on my hip.

“Yeah. Yeah,” I agree with him as I continue to readjust.

“What’d you do on Sunday?” I ask him as I lean back and look at him again.

“Scoured the hotel looking for these punks,” he tells me with a chortle before he turns and starts to put his jacket on as I get up to walk with him, letting out a laugh as I do.

“Well, hey, I don’t blame you. I probably would’ve done the same if it was me and y/n,” I tell him as we walk out of the locker room.

“No. You probably wouldn’t have waited to beat on them,” he says while rolling his eyes and I chuckle.

“Nah, that’s where you're wrong, buddy. Y/n would’a beat me to it,” I say as I clap him on the shoulder while we walk through the halls of the lab and he chuckles.

“You're probably right on that one. Y/n got a really good uppercut,” he agrees with me and I laugh.

“Oh, my two favorite guys,” Cathrine says as she comes out of her office as we just walk into the hall.

“So, I’ve got an assault at stripperama and a trash run at Flamingo and Koval. I’m too busy to play favorites so duke it out. I gotta go meet y/n at our scene,” she tells us as she hands Warrick the slips for each scene before starting to walk off.

“Tell y/n I told her to call me!” I shout out to her and she smiles while nodding at me before fully walking off.

“Duke it out! Boy better flip a coin. I’ll hurt you,” I say as I turn back to Warrick as he looks over both slips. I put my hand in my pocket to grab a coin.

“Yeah, you better flip that coin,” Warrick jokes with a smile as I pull the coin out.

“Call it in the air,” I tell him as I flip it.

“Heads,” he says and I catch it before flipping it onto the back of my hand.

“Have fun at the trash run,” he tells me as he rolls his tongue in his cheek and I grab my slip.

“You know, I’d do two out of three, but you got a gambling problem,” I joke with him as I walk backwards away from him.

“No, hey, you know what?” I say as I turn away from him.

“You keep this,” I joke as I turn back around to face him with the coin held up.

“It’s bad luck,” I finish off before tossing him the coin and he reaches up to catch it.

I chuckle as I turn back around and head to my GMC SUV to head out. I hop in the car and my phone starts to ring. I pull it out of my pocket and smile when I see my wife’s number.

“Well, hello, sweetheart,” I croon with a grin as I answer the phone and I hear her chuckle.

“Hello to you too, my love. Cath told me you wanted me to call you?” she parrots my greeting and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Yeah. I just wanted to hear your voice. Haven’t seen you since you went into work this morning,” I explain and she giggles.

“Aw, Nicky. It’s nice to hear your voice too. Are you on a case?” she asks and I hum as I put my key into the ignition.

“Yeah. Just got into my SUV to drive to it,” I muse and I hear her hum.

“Are you on your own for this one or are you with Warrick?” she asks and I sit back in my seat for a moment.

“I’m on my own, babe,” I admit to her and I hear her sigh. I imagine her shaking her head.

“Be careful, then. Ok, honey?” she asks me and I chuckle, nodding even though I know she can’t see me.

“I promise I will be. You be safe out there too, ok?” I tell her and I know she nods even if I can’t see her.

“I will. I’ll see you back at the lab, yeah?” she asks and I grin, imagining her leaning against a wall.

“Of course you will,” I promise her and she giggles again.

“Ok. Well, I have to go, hon. Cath needs me back in there. I love you,” she tells me and I smile again, nodding even though she can’t see me.

“I should go too. Gotta get to that scene. I love you too,” I respond and picture her smiling.

“Ok. Bye, baby,” she says and I parrot her before we both hang up.

Once I’m off the phone with her I buckle my seatbelt before setting my phone in the cup holder. Turning the key makes my SUV come to life and the music from earlier comes on. With a smile on my face I pull out of the parking space and start to drive to the scene.

♪ It was Christmas in Las Vegas,

when the locals take the town ♪

♪ Theresa hit a streak And laid her waitress apron down She’d been playing penny poker over at the old gold spike she’s won at Texas hold ‘em So she switched to let it ride ♪

♪ Then over on Fremont street, Six pits won her a car

She rode it up the strip to where the flashy hotels are

At first, she hit a royal, Not a dirty one this time

And then she drew four deuces… ♪

I sing along with Bob Neuwirth as I drive, drumming my fingers on my steering wheel. About half way into the song I arrive on the scene and turn my car off. I put my camera around my neck as I get out, grabbing my CSI case from the back seat before starting to walk over to the officer on scene.

“Nick,” the officer addresses me as I walk up to him.

“D.A.,” I greet him back as we continue to walk.

“What’s going on out here?” I ask and look at him.

“Well, anonymous, 911 caller reported body parts in this area. I rolled and find this,” he explains until we come to a stop and he lifts his flashlight on the supposed body parts.

“Hmm. Tasty,” I sarcastically joke before setting my case down and lifting my camera for a picture of what seems to be a pile of intestines.

He keeps the light on it as I take a couple photos before bending down to my case. I start to throw out the cones I use and get ready to work.

“Have any idea how long it’s going to take you to get this stuff out of here?” he asks me as I look up at him for a moment.

“Well… I can’t move the, uh… the ‘body’ until the coroner releases the scene,” I tell him as I pause to look over it again.

“It’s a busy night. It’s probably gonna take a while, man,” I explain as I lift my camera up to start taking more photos of the intestines and blood.

“Great,” he replies in an annoyed tone as I continue to take photos.

“Hey, you mind if I step away for a second?” he asks and I stop what I’m doing to look at him.

“I need to get some fresh air…” he expands and I look back at the scene.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, take your time,” I tell him and he walks off as I continue to take pictures.

I let out a puff of air at the smell and just as I do, the officer lets out a retching sound and I turn around as he pukes. I watch for a second, making sure he’s okay before pulling some gum out of my pocket.

“Hey, you uh… want some gum?” I ask him as I hold the gum out.

“No, thank you!” he tells me as he waves me off.

I smirk as I turn back to the scene, taking the piece of gum out and sticking it in my own mouth. I then bend down and grab one of my small orange cones before lifting my flashlight up. He continues to cough as I start to walk around the scene, looking for any clues.

I walk a small ways away before finding a smashed cigarette bud. I stop and put a cone down before taking another picture. I stand back up again and start to walk around some more before finding tire treads. I put the cone down again along with my flashlight before taking pictures of the treads and I look up to where they lead.

When I look up, I see what seems to be a bag with a cup in it and I turn my gum over in my mouth. I pick my flashlight back up and shine the light over at the bag in confusion. I look at the bag, trying to figure it out for a moment before setting my flashlight back down. I pull some gloves out of my pocket and put them on before walking over.

The officer coughs again, making me stop and look at him for a moment. I turn back the other way as I shake my head in amusement and continue walking.

I walk over to it and bend down, setting my camera aside to look over how oddly placed it is. The officer coughs again and I turn back for a moment to look at him again before turning back to the item. I pick it up and look closer at it.

“Well, that’s peculiar,” I think out loud before suddenly everything goes dark.

Reader’s Pov:

“No. I’m telling you he really wants to go away for the weekend,” I tell Sara as we walk into the lab, both looking for Greg.

“I don’t believe that for a second. Nick barely takes time off,” she disagrees with me, shaking her head as we walk through.

“No. I’m telling you. He told me himself this morning that we're going to finally get our honeymoon that we didn’t get,” I explain and she shrugs as we walk into Greg’s office.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Sara replies coyly and I shake my head.

“Believe what when you see it?” Greg asks as he looks up at me and Sara.

“Y/n here says that ol’ Nicky promised her to take time off so they could go on the honeymoon they never got,” Sara explains as she jabs her thumb over at me.

“I fully believe him! Nick just wants me to take time off is all,” I argue back with a shrug, even though I know that isn’t really one hundred percent true.

“Sorry to tell ya y/n, but Sara’s right. Nick really doesn’t take time off. Heck, you should know that. You’ve been married since high school. You’ve been with him since you both started working here,” Greg sassily chimes in and I let out a huff as I cross my arms.

“I’m telling you guys, Nick means it this time,” I promise them and they both just hum at me.

“Anyway, Greg, were you able to find anything off the clothes?” Sara asks, changing the subject as she walks over to look at her victims' clothes.

“And have you done the test on that paint found at our scene?” I ask him and he nods as he rolls over to get the paper and hand it to me.

“Well, I went over them like you asked me to. The paint at first wasn’t matching too much, but I figured it out for you,” he tells me before walking over to Sarah as I look over the paper.

“The blood on the shirt was a little weird looking, but I figured it out. I also found-” Greg explains to Sara but gets cut off when Catherine walks in.

“Y/n, can we talk?” she asks as she looks at me.

“Umm… sure. Can it wait like two minutes?” I ask her as I look at Sara, who shrugs and gives me a look begging me not to leave.

“No. It can’t wait,” Catherine replies as she puts her hand on the table.

“Really, Catherine, I need-” Sara starts, but stops when Catherine holds a hand up.

“It’s about Nick…”Catherine speaks up and I freeze.

“What about him?” I ask and she pauses as if trying to think of how to say it.

“He’s disappeared from his crime scene… Grissom and I are about to go out and look it over,” Catherine breaks it to me easily and my heart drops.

“I’m coming with you guys,” I immediately reply and she shakes her head.

“Gris says you're off the case. You're too close to this one,” Catherine tells me with a shake of her head.

“Where is he?” I ask her and she shakes her head.

“He’s in his office getting his case,” she tells me and I bolt out of the room in a fast walk.

I walk quickly through many corridors and labs before coming to his office. I storm in and he looks up at me from his desk.

“I’m coming to the scene with you,” I demand and he shakes his head.

“I can’t let you do that. You know how that would look,” he tells me, shaking his head and I sigh dejectedly as he looks at me from over the top of his glasses.

“Gris, this is my husband. Let me at least come out to the scene, then I’ll stop,” I plead with him and he sighs before pausing to think it over.

“Ok. Just to the scene. Then you’re done for tonight,” he pointedly tells me as he raises an eyebrow at me over his glasses.

“Ok. I can do that, but I’m not going home. I wouldn’t be able to bear being there alone without him,” I admit and he nods in understanding.

“Of course. Stay here or go home with one of us for the night. Warrick should be back in when we get back, maybe you can stick with him,” he tells me and I nod as I start to back out of his office.

“I’ll go get my case. Are we all going together?” I ask and he nods.

“Yeah. That might be best,” he agrees and I nod before walking completely out.

I walk to my GMC SUV that exactly matches Nick’s and click the unlock button before opening the back door. Next I pull my case out and close the back door just as the door to the garage opens. Warrick walks through the door and looks over in my direction.

He makes eye contact with me and then stands up from leaning on the door. He immediately rushes over to me before pulling me into a much needed hug.

“I just heard. Just got back. How are you doing, sweets?” he asks me as he pulls back to look at me and tears make way to my eyes.

“I'm scared, B. Really scared,” I tell him, using the nickname I know is reserved solely for me.

Ever since I’ve known him, I had tried to find a nickname that would fit him well, but I couldn’t so together we decided that I’d call him B. It’s the first initial of his last name and when I had started using it, it just stuck.

“I know. I know. Nick’s going to be fine. I’m sure he’s off somewhere and his phone just died again,” he sympathizes with me and I shake my head.

“No. This is different… he would have found another way of communicating. You know that…” I reply and he sighs, nodding as he sticks his hands in his pockets.

“I do know that. I’m sorry. I just thought it’d reassure your mind to think positively,” he explains and I smile softly at him.

“And I thank you for that B, but unfortunately my mind can only think something bad has happened…” I trail off and he looks down at my hand.

“Gris is letting you go on the scene?” he asks as he points down at my case.

“He’s letting me come out to the scene, but that’s it. He told me I’m strictly off after. Told me to go home and obviously I told him I’d just stick around here. I’m not leaving and going home to a Nickless house,” I point out and he nods.

“You can always hang around me. I’ll probably be here for most of the time,” he notes with a shrug and I nod.

“I know, B. Thank you,” I tell him just as the door opens again.

“Anytime,” he promises as Gil and Catherine walk through the door and over to us.

“Ready to go?” Catherine asks and I nod, standing up as straight as I can.

“Yeah. Let’s go…” I breathe out and they all give me sympathetic looks.

“I’ll see you when you get back. Come find me if and when you need me, ok?” Warrick asks me and I nod as I purse my lips.

He then pulls me into a hug and I melt into the brotherly embrace that I know so well. He holds me for a moment, rubbing my back lightly like he knows Nick does, but it only makes me choke up a little more. I hold back my tears as he pulls back and gives my arm one last squeeze before he walks back into the lab.

Catherine walks over to me and wraps her arm around my shoulder. Together we walk over to Gil’s SUV and she clicks the unlock button. She opens the trunk door and slides her case in first.

I then slide mine in after hers and she goes around the front to the passenger side. I follow along, but stop at the passenger side back door. She gets into the passenger seat and I get in behind her just as Gil walks out the garage door.

He looks around for a moment before he makes eye contact with us and then he starts to come over to the SUV. He gets into the driver's seat and it’s quiet as he puts the key into the ignition, effectively starting the car up. After driving for a little while we arrive at the same scene Nick was supposed to be at.

Together we get out of the car before going to the back to get our cases. Once we have our cases, we all walk up to Jim Brass, who’s already on scene.

“Think. Did you see anybody else in the area?” Jim grills an officer before looking away from him.

“I didn’t see anything, sir,” the officer tells him and Jim sighs, rubbing at his face before turning back to the officer.

“I mean I only took my eyes off him for a couple seconds…” the officer explains and anger courses through me.

“You’re not supposed to take your eyes off him ever,” Jim tells him in a very strict tone and I go to talk to the guy, but Catherine puts a hand on my arm to stop me.

“Just be calm…” she softly tells me and I sigh.

“How can I be calm, Cath? He took his eyes off him. He’s the reason my husband is missing and possibly even worse…” I choke out and she nods.

“I know honey. I do, but you have to remain calm,” she reminds as she rubs her thumbs over my forearm in a soothing manner and I nod at her while wiping just under my eye.

“He’s been gone maybe 25 minutes,” Jim tells us as he walks past us with anger clear on his face.

Catherine keeps her hand on my arm as Grissom reaches up and puts his hand on her upper back as he nods at Jim. Grissom leads Catherine and Catherine leads me as all three of us walk over to the “crime scene.” We stop at the intestines and Grissom takes his flashlight out to shine it on them.

He then moves the light up as we all notice a cone by some tread marks. Catherine and I look at each other and nod. Together we get our flashlights out as well and we all slowly start to follow the tread marks.

We follow them some more and find more cones laying out, telling us that Nick indeed was here. We keep walking until we come up to his vest laying on the floor and I let out a small gasp. Catherine bends down and sets her case down as she shines the light on his name tag, the one that exactly matches mine.

I let out a puff of air and Grissom looks at me. He grabs my arm and rubs it for a moment as Catherine takes some gloves out.

“You gonna be ok? Or do I need to get Jim over here to take care of you?” Grissom asks me as he rubs my upper arm lightly.

“I’ll be ok…” I promise him and he nods before letting go.

Catherine starts looking at his vest as Grissom continues to walk farther away from us. Catherine seems to find something so she pulls her tweezers out and grabs it.

“I got some white fibers on Nick’s vest,” Catherine tells us as she pulls it off and looks closer at the fiber.

She smells it before pulling it away from her face and looking at it some more. She looks up at me before turning back to her case.

“Smells like alcohol,” she comments before she pulls out a bag and bags it up.

Grissom walks a little further before coming to a stop and looking at something. I anxiously watch as he walks over to something else before bending down to it. Catherine looks up and over to Grissom as well.

She then looks at me with confusion and I shrug. She stands up and together we both walk over to Grissom. As we get closer, we can see him holding a crime scene evidence bag up with a cup in it.

“Why’d you bag that?” Catherine asks as we get a little closer to him.

“I didn’t,” Grissom tells her and she looks at me again.

“It’s the wrong color tape,” Catherine points out as we both bend down next to Grissom.

“No initials on the seal… that’s not Nick's evidence,” Catherine continues to point out issues with it all as Grissom keeps it held up.

“Maybe it’s a message…” Grissom observes as he looks over the evidence bag.

“I’ll go try the garbage can,” Catherine chimes and Grissom nods.

She walks over to the dumpster and I let out a sigh. Grissom looks up at me before turning around for a moment. He looks like he’s contemplating something before turning back around. He bends back down and I look with him, trying to see what he’s seeing, but all I can think about is Nick and tears well up in my eyes for a moment.

I take a small step away and try to get my emotions under check. Once they are, I turn back to Grissom who still looks over the intestines very thoroughly. He keeps his light on them as he tries to figure something out.

“Dumpster’s clean. No apparent blood or body parts,” Catherine announces as she stands fully upright inside of the dumpster before getting out and coming over to us.

“Take a look at this…” Grissom tells her and she bends down next to me.

“This seems contrived to me. The blood pool is too perfect. There’s no splatter. Like somebody placed these entrails,” Grissom points out as he shows us what he means with his flashlight and I gasp quietly.

“You think…” I trail off, unable to ask what I know he’s saying.

“A lure. To grab Nick…” Catherine confirms and I choke on air.

“You’re saying you think they wanted Nick?” I ask and all goes fuzzy for a moment.

“David, get this stuff to the doc,” Catherine declares as she turns to David, who’s behind us.

“Look, I’m… I’m really sorry I didn’t get here sooner. Maybe if I had…” David apologizes, looks at me and I put a hand over my face.

“Is she doing ok?” he asks when he sees me sway a little bit.

“She’ll be fine. Don’t worry about her. We’ve got her and we’re gonna get him back,” Catherine promises as she wraps her arm around my waist to help steady me.

“Gil, Catherine, what is she doing here? She’s too close to this, Gil,” comes the voice of Conrad Ecklie, making us all look at him as he walks up to us.

“She’s only here for this. Then she’s done,” Gil explains and Ecklie sighs.

“Ok. Only out here though. No farther…” he demands as he points at me and I nod.

“Anyway, I want you all to know as far as I’m concerned, labs only got one case tonight. Same for the rest of the department,” Ecklie tells us and some relief makes way to me.

“Thanks, Conrad,” Gil replies and I just nod at him.

Another GMC drives up and Warrick gets out. He slams his door shut and quickly walks over to us.

“Hey. You texted! What do you need me to do?” he asks as he stops in front of me and Catherine.

“We need you to follow the dogs. Y/n needs to leave, she isn’t doing too well. Me and Griss are going to drive her back and let her sleep for a bit in the break room,” Catherine explains to him and Warrick nods before coming over to me.

“Hey. Go sleep. I know you won’t probably be able to, but just try, ok? I promise we’ll find him,” he reassures me and I nod at him.

He sighs before pulling me to him and giving my forehead a light kiss. He holds me in a tight hug for a few minutes before the K9 officers walk over with the dogs. He pulls away and looks at me for a moment and I nod lightly at him to tell him I’ll be ok.

He finally pulls away and walks over to the K9 officers. Catherine slowly starts to lead me away and back to the GMC. She helps me get in, seeing as I’m in a daze and then she and Grissom are putting the kits in the back. Once the kits are in the back, both her and Grissom get in.

Grissom drives us back and when we get to the lab, Catherine leaves our kits in the GMC. She helps me in and walks me to the break room.

“Here, try to get some sleep while we go over some of tonight’s evidence. Do you want to be there when I tell his parents?” she asks me and I sigh, nodding my head.

“His… his mom… she’ll feel more comfortable with me in the room. His dad… he’s like my dad too. So yes, I want to be there please,” I tell her and she nods as she rubs up and down my back.

“Well, I have to go see Dr. Robbins, then I’ll come get you when they get here, ok? Feel free to walk around if you can’t sleep,” she tells me and I nod numbly at her.

She gets up and walks away, leaving me with a light blanket and small pillow. I sigh as I grab the pillow and lay the blanket over me. I curl up into a small ball and that’s when the tears start.

I cry until slowly I can feel myself slip into a light sleep. It’s only a little while later that I wake up and blink my eyes. My eyes are sore and most likely red, but I don’t care as I stay laying on the couch for a bit.

To Be Continued…

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munsonlovers · 2 years

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being his outlet - greg sanders

being a csi can be hard especially when children are involved. there are some cases that affect some more than others.

this case was a hard one for greg because he found the little boy shoved in a box down an alley while investigating another case. he couldn't believe why someone would treat a little boy like that. he was treated like trash and he was able to be thrown away and not be remembered.

it was a hard case but one he wouldn't forget. that poor kid had no one when he was being hurt by his people he was supposed to call his family. he didn't have anyone to remind him that it was going to be okay and that he wasn't going to be in pain anymore.

greg didn't know how to handle a case like this but all he did know was anger. he yelled at all his co-workers and at all the lab assistants. he wasn't normally like this but the case really got to him. gil tried to talk with him and even nick and sara but he just yelled and to them to leave him alone.

there was only one thing that nick and sara had to do, call you. you were the only thing that could calm greg down when he was struggling with a case.

"hey, what's going on?" you said softly.

nick pointed at greg in the lunch room, where he was pacing and throwing things.

"the case was a hard one, it involved a kid." sara said.

you walked over to the lunch room and knocked on the door frame. he looked up at you and he kept pacing.

"sweetheart, hey." you said softly. you walked up to him and stood in front of him to stop him from pacing.

he didn't look at anything but the ground. he didn't know what to say to you especially after he knew you saw how he was acting.

"what can i do to help you." you said softly rubbing his arm.

he didn't know what to say, all he did was hug you. you hugged him back so tight that all he did was break down. he was so upset from working the case with that little boy in his mind. he wanted to scream and kick but he just cried. you held him until he was ready to talk and be open with you.

"i-i just looked at him and wanted to hurt the people who hurt that little boy." he said still crying.

you put your hand on his face and rubbed your thumb on his cheek.

"love, you have such a big heart and i know you wanted to help that little boy. you did everything you could, you helped put the people who did this away." you smiled at him.

you could see that he was hurting and in his eyes you knew that whatever you said wasn't going to change how he was feeling.

"i-i know but just seeing him reminded me that i can't help every child that lives in a horrible house where they feel unwanted and not loved." he said wiping his tears.

"you helping this boy showed others that they aren't alone and that if they need help, they can come to someone they know they can trust. that boy is watching you help find who did this to him and you helped get justice for that little one." you said smiling at him.

you kissed him on the forehead and held his face in your hands and smiled at him.

"you did good my love, you helped someone today and he knows you will do the same thing for another little one. im so proud of you." you said pressing your lips to his.

"i love you darling, thank you." he said smiling.

"i love you too greg." you said smiling at him.

everyone looked at the two of you, they knew that only one person could make greg smile even after a hard case like today. calling you was one of the best decisions they made today and they felt happy to know that greg was happy and not angry or upset.

you were his outlet, his person and the only one that could keep him in line when his day went horrible.

#greg sanders imagine #greg sanders #eric szmanda #csi crime scene investigation #csi imagines #catherine willows #warrick brown #nick stokes #greg sanders x reader #csi #gil grissom #greg sanders imagines #george eads

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imagine-all-the-imagines · 6 years

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Listen up.

I need your help finding CSI imagines. Preferably from the original show. I just need more Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders in my life. Please, it's so hard to find anything.

#csi imagines #nick stokes #greg sanders #nick stokesxreader #nick stokes x reader #greg sandersxreader #greg sanders x reader

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chaostheoryy · 6 years

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You nearly jumped when his hand struck the table with a loud smack.

“Dammit!”

Never before had you seen Greg so frustrated by a case. You couldn’t blame him either. What was once a single homicide had escalated to a triple and every crime lab member was working around the clock to insure the suspect would be found before three became four.

“He’s getting farther and farther away from us every second!” Greg grit his teeth and paced the room. “If I don’t figure this out now, another innocent girl is going to die.”

You sighed. “This isn’t just your responsibility.”

“Yes, it is,” he argued, guilt straining his voice, “I’m the one who processed Stacy Fenton’s scene. I’m the one who missed a major piece of evidence. Two young women are dead because I screwed up!”

You shook your head. “We all missed it, Greg.”

He was unmoved by your reassurance. Muttering under his breath about his “mistake”, he continued pacing the room.

You frowned. You hated seeing him like that. Greg Sanders was usually a walking ray of sunshine. However, this case had him spending every waking moment drowning in thoughts of self-doubt and regret. It seemed that, no matter how many times you or Nick encouraged him to clear the negativity from his head, Greg couldn’t shake the feeling in his gut that the blood of the victims was on his hands.

You stood up abruptly and slipped around the other side of the table to cut his path off. He came to an unexpected stop and jerked his head back in surprise. Then, upon realizing your intention, he furrowed his brow and turned away.

“Look,” he mumbled, “No matter what you say, I can’t shake this off, okay? I messed up and I know it.”

“Fine,” you replied almost stubbornly, “Then let me drive something into that thick skull of yours.”

He peeked over at you from the corner of his eye, no doubt surprised by your statement.

“You can blame yourself all you want but pacing the lab like a madman and calling yourself a failure isn’t going to solve anything. There is a murderer out there who keeps getting ahead of us because we can’t seem to pull our heads out of the dirt. Whether you like it or not, the only way we are going to stop him is by moving on.”

Greg clenched his jaw and lowered his head. You reached out and cupped his face in your hand, guiding his gaze toward you.

“Look at me...” You smiled softly. “I know you might find it hard to believe right now, but you’re smart, Greg. Smarter than you ever give yourself credit for. If anybody in Vegas is going to figure this out, it’s you. Trust me.”

A tiny grin tugged at the corner of his mouth in response to your words. “I did go to Harvard,” he joked quietly.

You laughed. “I know you did.”

The two of you exchanged smiles before you pulled your hand from his cheek. “I'm gonna check up on CODIS and see if it’s got any matches for those prints from the handrail,” you said as you headed for the door.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

You stopped in the doorway and looked back to find him gazing at you with soft eyes. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

You let your mouth curl into a warm grin. “Of course. Just know, you owe me a personalized pep talk for this.”

A brilliant gleam returned to his eyes and suddenly every shadow of self-doubt and guilt disappeared. The sun was shining once again.

Author’s note: I really wanted to have a go at writing for Greg so I threw this thing together. Definitely going to need to hash his character out some more but I really enjoyed this first go! Let me know if you wanna see more Greg stuff on my dash!

Tagging: @5teacherdream

#Wow my first Greg content!!#Greg Sanders #Greg Sanders X Reader #Greg Sanders Imagine #CSI Imagines #CSI: Crime Scene Investigation #Imagine #Imagines

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imagines4days · 9 years

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Imagine working in the lab with Hodges

#CSI #csi imagines #imagines #gif #gifs #hodges #david hodges #gif imagines

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scarletttries · 11 months

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Hello there. May I know if you write for Gil Grissom?

I've never written for him before, but send it through and I'll see what I've got ☺️❤️

#csi imagines

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munsonlovers · 2 years

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i almost lost you - greg sanders (csi)

being a csi wasn't the worst job in the world. especially with where you are working. you felt so welcomed to the team, they started to feel like family.

you'd always dreamed of working under gil grissom but you never thought it would actually come true. when you got the call, you moved out to vegas and wanted a fresh start.

you'd always been into criminalistics and science. you went to stanford and got PHDs in chemistry, physics and biology. you were very smart in school and ended up flying through university like it was no problem. when you got to vegas, it was definitely a different scene than it was back in virginia.

you'd been working for a few years now with grissom and his team. you've become very close with greg. he was working in DNA but decided he wanted to go out in the field. everyone always teased the two of you because of how close you two had become and the past few years. you never acted on any feelings that might have surfaced.

when you walked into the lab. everything seemed normal until you saw warrick and nick in the lunch room.

"hey guys, what's going on?" you said cautiously

"you didn't hear?" nick said questioning you.

"hear what? did something happen?" you said softly.

"you might want to sit down for this" warrick said while guiding you to the chair.

they looked at you with soft eyes like someone killed your dog. you were scared and they could tell.

"it's greg. he was out in the field and was proccessing a scene and someone shot him..." warrick said softly.

"no... you're lying. i just saw him this morning. h-he was happy and ready for the shift. h-he's dead isn't he." you said with tears running down your face.

"he's in surgery and grissom is at the hospital. he's going to be okay." nick said while rubbing your back.

all you wanted to do was cry and leave but all you did was fall to the floor and cry as hard as you could.

"hey, i'll drive you to the hospital to see him after surgery" warrick said while holding you.

it was a silent drive to the hospital. all you could think about was greg. about all the memories you guys made since you started. you guys clicked instantly. you both went to stanford and somehow you never seen each other on campus. he was your best friend and even though you felt different, you never let it affect your workplace and how you worked together.

when you arrived at the hospital, you barely let the car stop until you jumped out and ran towards the entrance. you saw grissom and ran up to him.

"how's he doing griss?" you said softly.

"he's going to make it, he's strong you know that." he said while he put his hand on your shoulder.

moments later, the doctor came out and asked for greg sanders family. he looked at you both and you thought he died.

"the surgery was successful but he did have some complications but he was a fighter. he hasn't woke up yet but he will soon. you are able to see him now." the doctor said while nodding his head at you and walked away.

you looked at grissom and he nodded his head towards greg's room. you smiled at him and walked towards greg's room. you looked at him and all you could do was cry. you walked over to greg's bed and sat on the chair beside him.

you couldn't believe that this was happening to the one person who never failed to make the team smile. he was the goofiest and happiest guy in the lab even though what he did for a living wasn't a walk in the park. he was the wednesday of the csi family, he was the glue to the family.

"greg, come back to us. we need you here with us. everytime i think about you there's never a smile that doesn't come to my face." you said with a smile on your face.

you grabbed his hand and kissed the back of his hand. you were hoping he'd come back to you but you didn't think he was until you felt his hand move and saw his eyes open.

"greg? hey brainiac." you said smiling at him. you sat on the side of his bed beside his legs.

"hey... what happened?" he asked.

"you were shot while processing a crime scene." you said softly.

"did you find them?" he said looking out the window.

"yeah, greg. we did. as soon as brass told them that they'd be serving a life sentence for attempted murder on a cop, they confessed. you're safe now, i promise." you said softly.

you knew by the look on his face that he didn't believe you so you did what you had to in order to show him that you meant it. you put your finger on his chin and moved his head to make sure he was looking at you.

"sweetheart, look at me. everything will be fine, i promise. i won't let anyone come near you and hurt you again. you are okay, and will always be protected by not only me but everyone else. you know you are the most important person in my life greg." you said softly.

he looked at with a smile on his face like nothing happened. you sat there for a while until greg spoke up.

"come here." he said as he pulled you down next to him.

you couldn't hold it in anymore. you cried on his shoulder. he hugged you as tight as he could.

"breathe baby, breathe." he said and kissed you on your forehead.

"i almost lost you greg, i-i don't know what i would have done without you." you said softly.

you looked at him and rested your forehead against his. you never talked about your feelings about him but right now it was out in the air.

the next thing that happened was what you've been dreaming of since you met him. he kissed you and it took you a second to realize what was happening but you kissed back. you placed your hand on his cheek and he put his hand on your waist.

"i-i love you, i really do. i have since i met you. i fell in love with the way you talked to people and the way you were with me even when i wasn't the nicest to you." he said softly and quiet.

"i love you too, you can't scare me like that again. i though i wasn't going to see you again." you said rubbing your nose against his.

"i'm not going anywhere sweetheart, i promise" he said softly.

he kissed you again and your world stopped each time after that. he was your best friend and your lover at the same time. you got everything you wanted in life, your lover and your dream job.

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chaostheoryy · 6 years

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Three Bodies and a Breakfast Burrito [Nick Stokes X Reader]

Summary: The lovely @5teacherdream requested a Nick X Reader where the “Reader has been working at the crime lab a little while and they’ve always had a crush on Nick, but they’re too afraid to talk to him unless it’s work related. But they get partnered together and Reader has a difficult time with it! Maybe Nick catches on?”

Word Count: 1,582

Rating: General

Notes: I was dwelling on this one way too long. But now that I’ve managed to piece my thoughts together, I gotta say I really enjoyed writing this. Hope y’all enjoy reading it too!

You were well into processing the paint chips for Catherine’s 401A — a brutal hit and run where a pedestrian was bashed into a guard rail and nearly split in half by the now-missing vehicle — when Grissom poked his head in the room.

“You busy?”

You looked at the paint chips in their containers in front of you then back at him. “A little. Why?”

He waved a briefing folder in the air and strolled over to drop it on the empty counter behind you. “LVPD responded to a 407A at a strip mall. By the time they got there, three employees in the store were dead and all that was left of the perpetrators were some tire tracks.”

“I doubt that’s all that they left behind,” you remarked.

Grissom grinned. “Oh I guarantee it.” He pat you on the back. “Come on. I’ll have Greg pick this up,” he said as he made his way for the door, “Nick’s already waiting out front.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the mention of Nick’s name. You forced a smile to hide your nerves as you tore off your gloves and lab coat. “Better not keep him waiting too long then.” You cleared your throat and slipped past Grissom, muttering “‘scuse me” before hustling down the hall to the locker room.

You threw open your locker and grabbed your stuff with the fury of a tornado tearing the roof from a house. You could already feel your heart racing in your chest. Of all the people you worked with, Grissom just had to pair you up with Nick for the night. You, of course, couldn’t blame the head of the department for your inability to keep your composure around Nick. It wasn’t Grissom’s fault you were crushing harder than a fourteen year old girl…

With your gear on, you hustled out to the front lot where you found Nick patiently waiting in his car. The second he spotted you, a massive smile grew on his face and just like that your heart was in your throat.

Here goes nothing, you thought to yourself as you climbed in the passenger’s seat.

The ride to the crime scene on the other side of town was almost unbearable. Being the charming, bright-eyed guy he was, Nick would constantly ask you questions about your day or make a snarky comment about one of the signs you passed along the way. You felt like a blubbering idiot who was only capable of giving one to two word replies to keep from embarrassing yourself and Nick, of course, took notice.

“You okay?” He asked at one point, looking over at you, “You seem nervous.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a smile. “I’m not,” you said quickly -- and hopefully not too quickly, “Just keep getting lost in my thoughts is all.”

He side-eyed you for a brief moment, his dark eyes studying you like evidence. Lord did you wanna get out of that car and breathe the night air... “Look, I know you and I don’t exactly spend a whole lot of time together, but if you ever wanna talk about stuff, I’m all ears.”

You hesitated, desperately wishing you could bare your soul to him. But, of course, confessing that you had fallen head over heels for the guy was probably not the smartest things to do, especially when you were about to spend the next 8 hours or so at his side. “Thanks, Nick. But I promise, it’s nothing.”

He nodded, smiling softly at you before turning his attention back to the road.

Fortunately for you, it didn’t take long after the conversation to arrive at the scene. Several officers were fighting back the crowd of press and curious pedestrians at the tape. You watched from the car as an older woman pushed through the mob to one of the officers and began pleading with him to get through. Muffled slightly by the closed car window, you could still hear her as she screamed, “Please! My son! Let me see him!”

You sighed. “No matter how many crime scenes I investigate, it never gets any easier seeing this shit happen to people.”

Nick parked the car just beyond the tape and cut the engine. He looked out your window and watched as the woman fell to her knees, tears streaming from her eyes. “I know what you mean,” he murmured before throwing his door open. You followed suit.

Processing the scene was as smooth as could be. The armed robber, who had clearly taken down all three of the now-deceased employees, had left behind loads of trace for you and Nick to analyze. Footprints, fingerprints, fibers — everything you could possibly ask for was found at the scene. Even all the shells from the shots were accounted for.

After reviewing security footage with one of the officers and an extremely cooperative store owner, you were able to create a profile for the suspect. White male, dark beard, mid-to-late 20’s with size 11’s in blue jeans and a UNLV hoodie. With word put out by Brass and his team back at LVPD, there was no doubt that the suspect would be in custody within the next 12 hours.

With the scene fully processed and the bodies long-since transported to the coroner for further examination, you and Nick exited the store around 4am. You collapsed into the passenger’s seat with a sigh. You were exhausted — hard not to be when you worked long nights like this — but you were also relieved at how well things had gone inside. With work to keep you tied up, it was easy to keep from getting lost in your thoughts. Every moment you were tempted to watch Nick do his thing, you reminded yourself about the minute details of the case. But now, with the scene itself behind you, you were at risk of losing yourself again.

“You wanna grab a quick breakfast before we head back to the lab?” Nick asked once he was settled in the driver’s seat, “I know a great 24 hour taco shop down the street with killer burritos. My treat.”

Oh good. More time alone with Nick. How could you possibly mess this up?

You nodded in response. “Why not?”

The car pulled up to the taco shop no more than five minutes later. Being the Texan gentleman he was, Nick insisted you let him pay and let you wait in the car while he ran inside to order. You watched him through the window, silently admiring that brilliant smile of his and wishing you had the guts to just grab him by the collar and plant a kiss on his lips. There was no doubt he was way out of your league. Hell, he probably couldn’t even consider the possibility of seeing you in the light of a romance. But that didn’t stop your imagination from running wild. You wanted him more than any man before and you’d be damned if your brain didn’t remind you of that fact every time you came in contact with him.

You cleared your throat and straightened up in your seat before he slipped back into the car. The smell of freshly cooked bacon and potatoes wafted out of the plastic bag in his hand. Your stomach growled in response.

“Here ya go.” Nick beamed as he passed you your burrito. “Now I know this place looks crummy, but trust me, they’ve got the best breakfast burritos in Vegas.”

He watched eagerly as you unwrapped the burrito. Under his gaze, you wanted nothing but to hide, to avoid somehow making a fool of yourself. But in the confined space of the car, it was impossible. So you took a bite — a dainty nibble that didn’t even fill your mouth — and were immediately delighted by the delectable combo of bacon, egg, cheese, and potato. Your brow raised and you nodded to show your approval.

Nick’s smile widened. “Good, huh?” He chuckled. “I knew you’d like it. Guess I’m gonna have to bring you here more often.”

You blinked at the statement. There was nothing sarcastic about it, nothing to indicate that he was joking. He meant what he said. He wanted to bring you back here, wanted to spend more time with you outside of work. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I’d love that.”

“Yeah?” He raised his brow slightly and you were surprised to see a soft grin tug at the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t one of his signature glowing smiles or charming smirks. It was a gentle curve of the mouth, an expression of undeniable affection and genuine content. “Me too.”

A blanket of silence draped over the car as the two of you ate. It was strange. For the first time since meeting Nick, you didn’t feel completely awkward around him. Even though you’d never spent time with him outside of the crime lab or beyond the tape of a crime scene, there was something familiar about the moment. It felt domestic, like you and Nick had done this a hundred times before. Hell, maybe you would. Maybe this would become a routine. Maybe you two would get partnered up on cases more often and celebrate your successes by swinging by this tiny taco shop on the other side of town. Maybe chowing down on breakfast burritos at four in the morning would be your thing.

#Nick Stokes #Nick Stokes X Reader #CSI Imagines #CSI Imagine #Request #Reader Insert #Nick Stokes Imagine #5teacherdream #CSI: Crime Scene Investigation #My fic

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chaostheoryy · 6 years

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Popping the Cherry [Nick Stokes X Reader]

Summary: @5teacherdream requested a Nick X Reader where “you’re new to the team(?) and Grissom was training you. But then he decides you’re ready to work on an actual case so he pairs you with Nick and the two of you get really close.”

Word Count: 987

Rating: General

Notes: Oh man, I was so eager to write this baby. I love me some introduction stories, especially this one since I got to throw Grissom (and a bonus Warrick) in this piece. Hope y’all enjoy!

“Y’know, when Grissom told me I was gonna be headin’ this case, I didn’t think it meant I’d be waist deep in a pile of casino leftovers.”

Nick sighed and reached down to pry an old banana peel from his jumpsuit, tossing it to the back of the dumpster he was reluctantly wading through. Warrick snapped another photo of the severed hand lying no more than six feet from the garbage heap. “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta do the dirty work,” he replied, throwing a taunting smile Nick’s way, “’Sides, that trash suit looks far better on you than it does me.”

“I’ll take that as a well-deserved compliment, thank you very much.” Nick said with a coy grin of his own before returning to his search. No doubt, if the killer was lazy enough to leave a key piece of evidence this close to the scene of the crime, he was stupid enough to leave something else behind as well. Whether it was a discarded weapon or biological evidence, it was bound to be there and Nick was going to find it.

A few minutes later, he heard a car approaching and looked up to see Grissom’s car come to a stop on the other side of the tape. Nick furrowed his brow. “What’s he doing here?”

Warrick shook his head. “I don’t know. Let’s just hope he’s bringing some good news,” he said as he slung the strap of his camera over his shoulder.

Nick’s interest was peaked as Grissom made his way over with an unfamiliar figure at his heels. He had never seen you before and boy was he disappointed this was only the first time. You were gorgeous, even dressed in the baggy unflattering CSI vest.

“Couldn’t keep yourself away from the fun could ya, Grissom?” Nick teased as he climbed out of the dumpster and removed his gloves.

Grissom grinned. “Actually, I’m here to deliver the fun to you,” he replied. He gestured for you to step forward. You flashed Nick a smile of your own. “Nick this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

Nick stepped forward and shook your hand, pleasantly surprised by your firm grip. “Nick Stokes. Nice to meet ya.”

“You as well, Agent Stokes,” you replied.

Like a proud father, Grissom’s hand found its way to your back as he began explaining the situation. “(Y/N) here has been training with Catherine and I for quite some time and the two of us thought it fitting that you be the one to supervise her first day in the field. Pop her cherry, so to speak.”

Nick nearly choked, brow raising at Grissom’s comment. His cheeks felt warm despite the amused smile on his face. “Sure,” he said with a nod, “I could definitely use an extra hand wading through this garbage. Literally.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Grissom reached out to firmly pat him on the shoulder before addressing you. “I’m going to head back to the lab but if you have any questions, feel free to give me a call. You’re in good hands though, I promise.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you replied with a soft laugh.

Nick couldn’t help the adoring look that came across his face as he watched you smile at Grissom. There was a unique sense of familiarity and trust between the two of you. No doubt Grissom had already taken you under his wing and made you a member of his big, strange CSI family just like him and the rest of the team.

With Grissom headed out, you turned back toward Nick just as Warrick strolled up to see what was going on. Upon spotting you, his eyes lit up and his lips pulled into a wide grin. “Well, well, well, look who it is,” he said playfully, “Miss Bourbon, in the flesh.”

Nick furrowed his brow in confusion and watched as he engulfed you in a tight hug, eliciting a wave of giggles from you.��“Hold on a sec,” Nick blurted, gesturing between you and Warrick as he spoke, “You two know each other?”

Warrick released you from the massive hug and hooked his arm around your shoulder like a big brother tugging his sibling against his side. “(Y/N) and I were buddies in high school.” He beamed down at you with familial pride. “Girl used to drink my ass under the table like it was nothing.”

Nick could see your cheeks flush. “That was a long time ago. Besides, you make me sound like an alcoholic,” you said, hitting him gently in the chest.

Warrick laughed and gave your shoulder a squeeze. “Miss Bourbon’s a CSI now, huh? Who would’ve thought?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him away. “Keep calling me Miss Bourbon and I’m gonna start thinking early retirement, you jerk.”

Nick was blown away by the excitement in Warrick’s face. It was like seeing him reunited with a best friend after years of being separated. You were like a light in his life he didn’t even know he was missing and now it was clear that there was an even brighter world around him to enjoy. Frankly, Nick was jealous. He hated to think that you were going to be preoccupied catching up with your old pal and not even pay him any mind.

“Agent Stokes?”

“Hm?” Nick blinked out of his daze to find you looking at him curiously. “Oh. Please. Just call me Nick.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Nick it is. So, Nick, what can I help you with?”

“Well, we’ve got a severed hand we need to run prints off of and a big ol’ dumpster full of crap to sift through. Where’d you like to start?”

“No offense, but I think I’ll take the hand,” you replied coyly.

Nick chuckled. “Wise choice. Come on.” He gestured for you to follow and turned toward the scene. “Let’s pop that cherry of yours.”

#Thank you so SO much for this prompt #I loved this #Nick Stokes #Nick Stokes X Reader #CSI Imagines #CSI Imagine #Nick Stokes Imagine #5teacherdream #Reader Insert #My Fic

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