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mcflymemes · 5 months
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PROMPTS FROM CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION *  assorted dialogue from season 3 of the show, adjust as necessary
everybody knew it, and nobody came forward.
you were in the car?
why didn't you just tell the police?
so let me get this straight. you decide to become one of them.
revenge is best served cold.
i get one phone call, right?
one must lie in the bed one has made.
you all right? don't let him get to you like that.
i was scared. and i still am. don't tell anyone, okay?
this wasn't just a murder.
don't touch me.
is this some kind of convention?
i guess i realized it's nice to see eye to eye with someone.
i get the impression that's a little tough for you.
i think we look for the differences in each other to prove that we're not alone.
you know, i hate it when he does that.
you know i could do this for you.
that had to be scary, huh?
i didn't have time to be scared.
deep down we're all narcissists.
what attracts us the most is ourselves.
is that who i think it is?
i guess clothes do make the man.
the only thing between me and a wardrobe like this is a few extra zeros on my paycheck.
this... this one just felt different.
it's not fake blood. it's human.
you killed her.
you missed me by a mile.
tell me something i don't know.
in fourth grade, i dropped out of karate class because a kid half my size made me cry.
don't insult me. luck is for those without skill.
we're gonna have to dismantle this piece by piece.
i think i can handle this.
we're up in a tree, and you're quoting poe.
you are what you throw away.
heard you got to be a superhero today.
you're my hero, [name].
i like those odds.
that's for you to find out.
if you handle them correctly, snakes are harmless.
have you ever seen anything like this before?
you don't just spontaneously develop a fatal head wound.
can you prove that?
i'm so tired of hearing that. i've heard it a million times.
you gotta get a girlfriend.
i thought we had a relationship!
i have no idea what you're talking about.
the best intentions are fraught with disappointment.
i can take care of this myself.
i'm just repeating what i've heard.
you're a good listener.
you already seem to know the answers to your questions.
i'm losing my balance.
there's a sucker born every minute.
you know, guys don't like that.
what happened to your enthusiasm?
what do you think caused these marks?
i wasn't being rude. i was being curt.
i like silent movies.
you sure you don't want me to do this?
it's physically impossible to absorb a fatal dose of cocaine through the penis.
we have a bigger problem than we thought we did.
i'm not looking at you.
the schedule says you're off tonight.
would you like to have dinner with me?
let's have dinner. let's see what happens.
by the time you figure it out, it really could be too late.
i wish you had come to me sooner.
i'm not going with you.
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caps-clever-girl · 26 days
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cannot tell you how strongly i believe that every single person in the vegas lab has had a crush on greg sanders at some point. whether it lasted or not it happened. its practically an employment requirement.
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srkrause90 · 1 month
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Catherine and Warrick have been added! Nick and Greg are next ❤️. I miss my comfort characters 🦋.
Crochet patterns available on my Etsy. I also sell finished dolls (message me on Etsy for a quote).
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scarletttries · 1 year
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To See You Smile (Warrick Brown CSI Request) 
Pairing: Warrick Brown (CSI) x Reader
Word Count: 1k
Request: "Can I have Warrick Brown x reader + ❛  have i ever told you what a beautiful smile you have?  ❜ make it fluffy!
Author's note: Thank you for this adorable request from my lovely mutual, and my first crime show fic in ages! No warnings on this one, pure fluff :)
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To See You Smile (Warrick Brown Request)
Tired didn't even begin to cover it. As you collapsed onto the bench in your little team's locker room you felt as though your eye-lids had a mind of their own, begging to close and stay that way until at least next Thursday. With Nick Stokes visiting his family back in Texas, you and Warrick had been pulling double shifts together for what felt like the longest week of your life, and today was finally the last one. 
It had been the kind of week where the moment you caught a break on a case, some new twist developed, pulling you away from the lab, or your lunch, and back out to a scene halfway across the city. The only silver-lining you had been hoping to come from this week of working your butt off was that you would spend it side by side with smooth-talking sweetheart of the lab, Warrick Brown. Unfortunately fate had other plans, and your ridiculously busy caseloads had meant you'd had to settle for exhausted waves across the lab as you both worked on different investigations. Usually one of the best parts of your job was working hand-in-hand with Warrick, his easy charm and positive attitude feeling like a warm ray of sunshine every time he smiled your way. And you were sure he smiled at you just a little bit more than at anyone else, but given the high pressure world of your jobs, you'd never felt able to ask him how he felt, settling for your close work friendship instead. 
You had just about accepted that this week had been nothing but a big disappointment, pulling on your jacket and taking in your tired reflection in the small mirror that hung on the inside of your locker, when you heard the familiar chirp of the man on your mind. 
"Hey, you're still here! Good, I thought I'd missed you." Warrick said warmly, pulling off a lab coat and stuffing it unceremoniously into his locker without pulling his gaze away from you. You could feel a blushing smile creep across your cheeks from just the sound of his deep voice, giving yourself a final check in the mirror before closing your locker door to focus on him. 
"Hey Warrick, I'm glad you're done for the day too, this week has been long!" You sighed out in relief that you were finally done with it, watching Warrick's curls bounce and he laughed and nodded his head in agreement. 
"You got that right, I feel like Nicky knew something we didn't when he took this week off!" You hummed in agreement, settling onto the bench beside you to keep Warrick company as he pulled his keys and wallet out of his locker, glancing over to you every few seconds, just pleased to be in your company. 
"You know I feel like I've barely seen you this week - I missed my partner in crime scenes." He laughed at his terrible pun, but still smiled proudly as it made you laugh too, before watching your face settle back into a look of sheer exhaustion. 
"You too Warrick, it's not been the same this week." It wasn't hard to pick up on the slight hint of sadness in your voice as you spoke, Warrick closing his locker beside him and working up the nerve to say something he'd wanted to for as long as he could remember. 
"Well then it's settled. Breakfast, you and me, my treat." You looked up, a little taken aback by the suggestion, unsure exactly how much to read into it as he extended out a hand to you. 
"You know you don't have to do that?" You offered curiously, not wanting to take up more of his time after such a long work week, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach from the thought of a morning alone with him. 
"I know I don't have to, but I want to! I really did miss you this week, and what kind of partner would I be if I let you leave looking so worn out without the offer of pancakes?" He beamed at the smile that spread across your cheeks at his sweet words, knowing exactly the way to your heart like he had a personalised road map. You looked up at the overwhelming warmth in his expression and nodded, placing your hand in his, enjoying how strong and big it felt wrapping around yours. 
"Have I ever told you you're the best partner ever?" You asked softly, giving his hand a small squeeze as you rose to his side, heart fluttering as he grinned at you and leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you slowly. 
"Have I ever told you what a beautiful smile you have?" His plump lips met your cheek in a chaste kiss as you took in his words, unable to stop the smile in question as he led you out of the locker room and to a new stage in your friendship. 
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lucidlivi · 1 year
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Unholy
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Warning: mentions of violence, sexual innuendo, mentions of sex, and mentions of std
"well it looks like our priest here wasn't as godly as he appeared." Nick said looking at the body in front of us.
Nick and I were working a case on the strip. A priest was found in his office, his pants pulled down to his ankles and missing a significant part of his lower region. He was stabbed repeatedly and left to bleed out.
"that's a lot of rage, someone wanted this guy to suffer and I think I know why." I said.
I picked up the condom still in its wrapper showing it to Nick. I opened one of the drawers of his desk, the action making empty condom wrappers fall out. A smirk spread to Nick's lips.
"so you're telling me our priest was going to get it on before he was butchered?" Nick asked shaking his head in disbelief.
"a priest who was a sex addict." Nick said finding more hidden boxes of condoms.
"this priest gets more action then you do Nick." I joked.
You'd think with the way Nick looks he'd be a total man whore but that was the farthest thing from the truth. He was reserved and sweet. Which was only one of the reasons I was insanely attracted to him. Nick and I were partners, we got each other like no one else did. It was getting harder day by day not to let my feelings for him slip out. Nick was about to respond when Greg walked in to help us process the scene.
"wow that's a sight." Greg said grimacing at the bloody corpse.
"our priest here had a little problem." Nick said throwing a box of condoms at Greg, causing me to laugh, even though Greg caught them.
"I could use these more than you." Greg said tossing the box on the ground by his feet.
I cackled as Greg made the same joke I had only seconds earlier.
"you know i'm not as holy as i've led you all to believe." Nick said shrugging his shoulders.
I couldn't help the intense blush that spread to my cheeks as the intrusive thoughts entered my brain. I quickly coughed to try to cover up my uneasiness.
"sure whatever you say buddy." Greg laughed grabbing his camera to start photographing the scene.
"here's the difference between me and you Greggo, you'll screw anything within two feet of you, I reserve that for the special ones." Nick said, and for a second I thought he'd glanced my way.
"I can't help woman find me attractive and throw themselves at me." Greg shrugged.
"you attractive? please I could have way more woman if I wanted." Nick argued back. He wasn't wrong but of course I wouldn't tell him that.
I rolled my eyes, they fought like an old married couple.
"will you two shut up now and help me." I said looking at them.
Greg looked at Nick and smirked.
"alright settle it then." Greg said staring at me.
I looked at him confused. He was definitely backing me in a corner here and I didn't like it one bit.
"hypothetically of course, who would you want to sleep with, me or Nick?" Greg asked eyeing me.
"bold of you to assume, i'd sleep with either one of you." I said raising my eyebrows at him.
"that's why it's hypothetical, duh." Greg said.
"Greg leave the poor girl alone." Nick said glaring at Greg. I gave him a silent thanks.
we were all quiet as we finished processing the scene. I'd found a notebook containing the names of all the woman our unholy priest slept with in the last couple of months. I looked at the last log entry. It was from last night. I was finished collecting my evidence and was about to walk out. Suddenly I got a bold rush of confidence.
"Nick." I said glancing at the both of them.
I could see the wide grin Nick now donned.
"what?" Greg asked seeming to forget about his previous question.
"I'd sleep with Nick." I said closing my kit and leaving the scene.
I didn't know if they noticed but I intentionally didn't say hypothetically, because truth was if the opportunity arose I just might.
"hell yeah suck it Greggo!" I heard Nick scream in his thick texan accent.
It was later in the day and Nick and I were visiting the multiple ladies who had the honor to make it on the priest's list, 16 in total. It was all the same story, they came to him for advice and he'd talk his way into their pants. He made them feel special, like they were the only girl in the world and after he got what he was looking for, he'd drop them. No wonder someone wanted him dead. The last woman we'd interviewed was extra spiteful when she spoke about him.
"you think she could be our killer?" Nick asked as he hovered over me looking at the file on our suspect.
"would you blame her? he was totally sexualizing her!" I said quickly turning around in my chair.
I couldn't help the nerves that shot down my body as the heat from his radiated not far from mine. Our faces were just mere centimeters apart. I'd never been nervous about Nick being close to me before but now I had to swallow the lump that was forming in my throat. Maybe it was because I'd never thought of him in such an unholy way before. Nick furrowed his brows as if he was deep in thought. He didn't seem to notice the proximity of our bodies, but it was all I could think about. Nick finally snapped out of whatever daze he was in and looked down at my red face. He cleared his throat looking down at my small but plump pink lips. He was about to say something when Greg's annoying voice made us jump.
"that's right ladies and gentlemen aids." Greg said throwing another file in front of me.
"our priest had HIV?" I questioned opening the autopsy file from Doc Robbins.
"yeah, and get this, those condoms we found, well he wasn't the one wearing them, 16 woman visited a local clinic over the last couple of months, each one testing positive for human immunodeficiency virus, and I think if you compare my list to the one you found in his office you'll find that they're the same list." Greg said.
I was looking over the report from the clinic and sure enough every single woman we'd talked to today had been on that list. Not one of them mentioned having HIV or Aids.
"take a look at this, our priest suffered from 16 total stab wounds, a coincidence, I don't think so." Nick said pointing out the COD.
"16 angry woman, 16 stab wounds, 16 killers." I said picking up my phone to call Brass.
Captain Brass and his team started bringing in our woman. He'd brought 15 in telling us he was unable to locate the last woman we'd spoken to, she'd somehow evaded them. They were out currently looking for her. None of the women were talking.
"okay clearly our last suspect is the mastermind behind all of this." I said slamming the door of the interrogation room after another failed attempt at a confession.
"we'll find her." Nick said squeezing my shoulder.
"I think I already did, her credit card was just used to check in to the La Playa, a little run down motel just off the strip" Hodges said handing us a map.
"let's take a trip then." Nick said throwing me my vest.
Nick and I arrived at La Playa quickly, the air was eerie. Nick marched in to the front office with me hot on his trail. The person behind the check in desk was an older man, clearly intoxicated.
"well hello there, looking for a couples room for a little off duty lovemaking." the man said winking at the two of us.
I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks as it wasn't the first time in the last few hours that I'd had that exact impure thought about my partner.
"not exactly, a Allison Wyatt just checked in here, we need to know what room you rented to her." Nick spoke with authority.
I couldn't help but notice the creepy lustful stare the man was giving me. Nick must've noticed it too, he grabbed my wrist pulling me slightly behind him, my body now out of view of the drunken man.
"Allison Wyatt where is she?" Nick asked again slamming his fist on the desk.
His one hand still held me behind his back, and normally I would've protested the protection as I prided myself on being an independent woman but somehow when Nick did it, it felt right.
"room 116." He said giving us a map of the motel layout. It was a small square block of rooms with a pool directly in the center.
Ironic, 116. Nick quickly pushed me closer to the door, making me go first, and staying directly behind me so the creep couldn't get the good look he was anticipating. I blushed as Nick's hand brushed the small of my back. We reached room 216, and could hear rustling inside. Nick placed his hand on his firearm.
"stay behind me." He ordered looking down at my small stature.
I swallowed the lump in my throat nodding my head slowly. It was completely inappropriate but I couldn't help the heat that rushed through my body at his demanding tone.
"Allison Wyatt this is the LVPD we're coming in." Nick said kicking the door in effortlessly.
As soon as we were inside we saw her sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.
"Nick." I gasped quietly directing him to look down.
there were at least four gas cans discarded in the bathroom and we were standing right in the gas soaked carpet.
"Allison you don't want to do this." Nick said lowering his gun as we noticed the matches in her hand. If she lit one, this place would go up in flames in seconds.
"why don't I, there's nothing left for me." She said opening and closing the box almost as if she were taunting us.
"because he got what he deserved." I said disobeying Nick and going to stand in front of him.
Nick went to move his arm to pull me back but Allison gave him a warning look not too.
"you bet your ass he got what he deserved, that bastard ruined me, he ruined all of us. do you really think a man is going to want to touch me now? I went to him because I'd finally got the courage to leave my abusive ex husband, ha out of the arms of one abuser into the arms of another. He used me. After he finished he went to the bathroom to clean up, I rifled through his drawers and found that I was just another notch in his bedpost. I also found a note from his doctor. It had a positive test result for HIV, that bastard didn't even use a condom. I decided that I would be the last woman he'd ever hurt. I let his secret slip to the 15 others, and boy were they angry. I seduced him, and then I cut it off so he couldn't use it to hurt anyone anymore." She said as a few tears fell from her eyes.
"that's when you took turns stabbing him." Nick said trying to take a step forward but once again receiving a warning look.
"he ended us, so we ended him." She said tossing a knife on the ground at my feet. It was covered in blood.
"I understand why you did it. He was a sick man. He abused his power and hurt a lot of people. But he can't hurt anymore and we can help you so you don't have to hurt anymore either." I said taking a step towards her.
She scoffed giving me a look.
"there's no help for me, I'm already burning."
In a quick second she struck a match. Before I could process what was going on, I was being tackled out of the room. Flames engulfed her body, the heat causing blisters on my skin. Nick rolled off of me, his shirt catching flames. Nick quickly discarded his shirt, jumping in the pool. I did the same, the cool water calming my burning skin. I was having a hard time treading water because my skin was sore.
"come here." Nick said grabbing my hand and dragging me to his body.
He held me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I blushed as I ran my hand down his bare torso.
"thanks for saving me." I said smiling at him.
"hypothetically if I kissed you right now what would you do?" Nick asked brining his forehead to rest against mine.
I bit my lip darting my eyes from his down to his lips. I quickly closed the space between us, latching my lips on to his. I was now feeling a heat throughout my body for a very different reason. Nick moved a hand, gripping my head to bring me closer if that was even possible. Our lips moved in sync, a passion and hunger I'd never felt before. I wanted more of him, all of him. Nick pulled away slowly, his lips swollen, probably matching mine. He looked at me with lustful eyes.
"I think we're going to need that room now." I purred in his ear.
let's just say the crime wasn't the only unholy thing that happened that night.
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okimargarvez · 5 months
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CBS shows - parallels
Grissom and Alvez both know sign language
Sara and Pen are both vegetarian & animalist
Sara and Reid’s mother both have schizophrenia
Ryan and Warrick both have problem with bet
Greg and Pen have Nordic origin [for Pen not canon in the show]
Greg and Reid both love chess, and they are also good at playing it
Morgan and Nick were both molested when they were child
Rossi and Gibbs both married a bunch of times
Alexx and Ducky both talk with dead as they were still alive
Note: I will add other parallels any time. I accept suggestion!
All my ramblings
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fortunaegloria · 9 months
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*except The Office and Jack Ryan, because it would be obvious.
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ashes-writing · 2 years
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May I request a nsfw headcanon with Nick Stokes from csi vegas perhaps blowing off steam after a rough case? Ty!
Of course! I warn, I miiight be a little rusty with Nick because I literally haven't written for him in a loooooong time, though. But I'll happily try this for you! I hope you like it!
tag list babes || req rules / fandoms+characters; reqs open || got a req or ? || masterlist
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WARNINGS ;
minors nope. not for you, move along. Hickies, oral (m giving, f recieving) and it happens in a workplace area.
TAG LIST ;
@beardedbarba
@uncrownedmox
@justmeandanoverdrive
@louderfortheback - these are the only names on my CSI taglist. If you'd like to be on it, please click link above and add yourself.
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-- it starts with three words, no, not I love you but fuck it out. You're leaned against the door of the locker room when you say it. This shift has been one from hell and you're only half joking, but... Deep down, you mean it. You want it. And it seemed like a good idea at the time, you've been flirting back and forth for weeks by now.. It takes him by surprise and at first, he kinda blinks? Like.. did you just say that? But then, oh.. Then you wander up closer to him. Real close. And you're awkwardly melted against him, soft little laugh leaving your lips as you're bold enough to repeat yourself. "Fuck it out on me, Stokes. C'mon."
--- He's been into you for a while. A while. IIRC, he thought at one point he was 'cursed' in the romance department, so to speak. I can't remember why, but alas... Your little proposal opens the floodgates and the way you're dragging your fingers up and down the front of that brown denim jacket of his are starting to make him hard. He only gets harder when his mind fills with images, of him actually doing what you're asking of him. He blushes a little, hell. "You sure you want me to do that, darlin?" his drawl is twice as thick. Honeyed. Has you wet in an instant but that dangerous little look in those eyes, ugh.. He's got you pushed against the door and his hands pinning yours above your head after stopping to lock the door at your back. As his lips lock against your neck when he's brushed hair out of the way, he pins your hands again. "Do you know what you're tellin me t' do? Do ya?"
-- You figure out what you've just done real quick. After he's got your legs around his waist and he's reached down and tugged open your blouse, buttons spraying across hard tile with soft plinks. There's not a place on your neck, chest and throat that he doesn't leave a mark behind on. You're rubbing against him, fucked out and dripping, if the man were to stop, to feel the literal flood coating your thighs, ugh.. Oh god.
--- but then he does. Your back meets a table and he's standing between your legs, pushing them apart with rough and thick hands as he fixes a hungry look on you and the way you're rocking and squirming. He gives you that grin as he leans down, licking his lips and growling, "Fuck." quietly as soon as he sees the wet spot on your panties. Your finger s tug against dark hair as he bites his way up the insides of your thighs, groaning, grunting, growling. Your panties settle on the floor after being pulled down in haste and he stops, gazing up at you. "What if lickin you clean is better at calmin me down, darlin? That okay?"
-- You nod, whimpering when you feel his tongue circle your clit before allowing his lips to latch on. When you try to move your hips to meet his mouth as his tongue buries inside you, though, you quickly realize that Nick is the one in control here. He's got a grip on your thighs as he spreads them open as wide as he can get them and that grip will not budge. It's all you can do to tug at his hair and arch your back, squirm. And if you think he'll let you get off when you want? Nah. He's going to edge and edge until you're frantically trying to shove his head away. Spells out his first name between your thighs with his tongue too. Tells you that you two will finish this completely when the shift is over and you absolutely cannot wait.
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everynothingbr · 2 months
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me at 11 yo watching CSI for the 1st time: " Warrick is nice and kind of handsome"
me at 29 yo watching CSI: "There is no f way anyone in that lab didn't get at least sexually confused working with him"
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moonbitsys · 27 days
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She ain't givin' a DAMN!
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Fumei, host of the Moon Bits System, they/she/he
Traumaendo origin
Bodily 21
Christian, a WIP
NO DNI, WE BLOCK FREELY
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I have fictional others...
Bowsette, Super Mario
Hajime Hinata, Danganronpa
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Fandoms I'm in:
Super Mario
Demon Slayer
Danganronpa
CSI: Las Vegas
Fire Emblem
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Im making a novel!
Check out the tag #f*** love for more!
Take care y'all~
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greggodna · 8 months
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From Marg Helgenberger’s Instagram
Aug 14, 2023
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nicolethered · 1 year
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Pedro as Kyle Hartley on CSI: Crime Scene Investigation episode 12x18 Malice in Wonderland
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mrbensonmum · 23 days
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TV Show - CSI: Las Vegas IV
We did it! The middle of the second season brought the much talked about changes in the aspect ratio, and at the same time, although it was subtly hinted at the beginning of the season, the lab and the interrogation rooms also changed.
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But before we can enjoy this new, wonderful, screen-filling view, we have to go through another tough battle. Because yes, I'm harping on it, but Catherine is really exhausting at the beginning of the second season.
So far, she hasn't been confirmed as supervisor, and she graciously declined the temporary takeover by Grissom. Yet she behaves constantly like a boss, always bringing up that she's not properly appreciated, and her interactions with colleagues are just impossible; that's just not teamwork, sorry. Yes, she's supposed to be portrayed as the strong woman, and I can understand a certain gruffness there, but I find her incredibly disrespectful when working with Nick, Greg, or Sara. They're her colleagues and teammates, what's up with that??
This brings us directly to another point that struck me in the first part of the second season, namely the treatment of Greg. The impetus for this came from a comment by Grissom when Greg dared to call Paul Millander clever in his eyes. You can do that, and yes, Grissom is particularly involved in this case, but that was kind of intense. It made me realize that Greg is being treated quite disrespectfully. After all, he's a crucial point in almost every investigation; let's remember how often Grissom is with him, gets some info, and leaves with the idea to solve the case. It's no different with the others, and yes, Greg can be difficult, but he simply doesn't deserve this treatment.
Now I've watched one episode in the new format, and it feels like they've changed quite a bit here. We've already mentioned the aspect ratio, and as a result, the camera shots of the city feel much more natural and fuller. But even with the individual characters, more is revealed or they are set in scene differently. There's more play with the composition of the individual shots, and it feels like the series has undergone a facelift. The aforementioned lab has also changed; it hasn't received the full glass setup yet, but the somewhat outdated look from the first season is gone. Now, they play even more with the light; through the glass fronts, some shots can be better executed, and characters are often accompanied by the camera when walking through the facility or from one lab to another.
Other actors also have one of their first appearances here, just like back then in Dr. House. So we see an even younger Jeremy Renner and a very young Amanda Righetti, who will later become a regular on The Mentalist. What becomes of Jeremy Renner should be known!
With Paul Millander, who pulled a pretty big rabbit out of his hat in his last episode, we've also dealt with one of the first episode-spanning villains. Tammy is still around, but I found that Paul was much more present, especially because he managed to establish himself as a judge.
Meanwhile, Grissom's hearing impairment has also become noticeable, which will manifest more frequently as the series progresses. I especially like the episode where he reveals that he knows sign language because I really like Deanne Bray. She's always a ray of sunshine when I see her in a series, and it's fun to watch her speak or gesture in sign language. I just saw that she's also in Heroes for a longer period (9 episodes). Luckily, this series is also still on my rewatch list.
Now that we're practically in full throttle, because Doc Robbins and Super Dave are fully on board, along with Archie, who used to sit behind the cameras at a university and now works in his role as Archie in the CSI, we can really get started. My brain is already being flooded with wild memories, and I'm more excited than ever that I started this rewatch.
And don't worry, I haven't forgotten that we've already had the pleasure of meeting the charming Lady Heather. But I'll save that for the next post because we know there's still a lot more to come.
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turner-strait · 8 months
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CSI Las Vegas had bangers sometimes
(YES THE FILTER IS ON ME SORRY IT'S F.LUX I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF OOPS)
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peanut-booi · 1 year
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They fell asleep while waiting for the DNA results to get print out 💙
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judgementdaysunshine · 9 months
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Thank you for sending me your post! Can I request 'Kidnapping' + Greg Sanders from CSI 😍🥳
Absolutely scar! ❤️
All I could think of was you
Pairing: Greg Sanders x reader
Description: After Greg is kidnapped and everyone finds him, he tells you one reason he fought to be found alive
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"Listen to me, Greg has been kidnapped and we need you down here with us not only to help but we think who took him may be after you" 19 minutes after you get the frantic call from Catherine, you run in the lab and stop when you see Warrick outside Gil's office. You immediately tell them everything you deemed important since you and greg lived together, you try not to panic and worry even more as the hours pass with no news or leads into who would hurt or go as far to take greg without some kind of reason involved, you eventually hide in the bathroom and cry in a stall until you couldn't anymore and calm again, you wash your face and splash water in your eyes before you went back to get results from a DNA sample feeling worried when the blood was determined to be greg's and a clue of a dollar bill that had finger prints on it, you waited as AFIS searched and searched for hours as you wait anxiously as everyone else processes other evidence until it finally had a match. You yell as you run out of the lab and grab everyone to gil's office with the news, you all immediately head to the suspect's last known address but finding no one there but after finding pictures of a familiar desert you have processed other scenes near and at, you all drive as fast as you can reaching the spots in each pictures until you hear yells far off only hearing the words "He's here!" you run as you see a dazed and hurting greg in between Nick and warrick, he gets checked out at the hospital only having lacerations and a concussion which made you sigh in relief as you headed home, after the two of you are home and in your bedroom you help greg shower and change until you just hug him and cry, relieved that you all had found him and was alive "It was you" you look up at him confused as he stares at you. "When I was gone until you guys found me, all I could think of was you...how I wouldn't see you, hold you, kiss you, or ever have you if I didn't do something to fight back" you both hold each other as you feel all the fear and dread you had in your body just disappear as you hold him with his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he slowly fell asleep occasionally jumping up and looking around or squeezing you tightly as he was sleeping, you whisper to him which helped him calm down until he was truly asleep wrapped around and with you "I love you baby, I'm here and I'm not leaving" you kiss his forehead as you watch tv occasionally shedding a few tears at the pure relief of him being in your arms and asleep than dead somewhere in the desert or god knows what else.
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