The Writ of Kat (sparkleblsm) wrote in sparkle_stories, @ 2009-01-08 20:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabbles100, fandom: csi, rating: pg, type: slash |
Inside My Head . PG
Fandom: CSI. Nick/Greg
Warnings: Spoilers for ‘Play with Fire’
Words: 326
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish.
Author’s Notes: Written for drabbles100 on LJ. Prompts: #1 Beginnings, #37 Sound, #82 Deaf.
Summary: An alternative to how ‘Play With Fire’ could have changed Greg.
It still echoes in my ears sometimes, the explosion at the lab.
Catherine still feels guilty, she says it was her fault.
Greg still reassures her that it wasn’t.
When I saw Greg, lying unconscious in the rubble, my heart sank.
The lab should have been safe for him.
At the hospital, when we were finally allowed to see him, we were told that the worst injuries Greg had suffered were not the surface damage of cuts and burns, but he had lost his hearing, permanently.
Several of us were too stunned to speak, Catherine started crying as Warrick just held onto her. None of us had expected this.
He was awake when we went in, even though he was heavily drugged for pain.
We used a notepad to talk to him, and even though he still spoke alright, you could see him struggle a bit as he wasn’t used to not hearing himself.
He was happy to talk idly with us for a while but when the conversation lagged, he acknowledged it.
“It’s alright guys, I know. I know I’m deaf.”
That moment hurt us all.
After he was released for the hospital, he worked with Grissom alot. He picked up sigh language fairly quick, as did we all, or at least we tried to.
And after all of this, Grissom and Greg spoke with the CSI higher-ups and after a lot of convincing, Greg was finally allowed to work back at the lab.
On occasion, he still gets angry about what he lost. But though speaker vibrations he is still able to enjoy his music and video games. In that way he still is our same ol’ Greg.
A soft poke to the stomach snaps me out of my memories.
“What were...you thinking...about?” He asks me.
I smile and rest my finger on his nose, I silently mouth the word, ‘you’. He smiles and snuggles against my chest.
Yeah, that’s my Greg.