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11.02 Pool Shark

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Goofs

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★

★ what was the scene you most wanted to write in [fic]? what was the hardest scene to write?

Hello hello! <3 Oh man this is so dumb, but I really couldn't wait to write Andy and Nicky's little "cage fight" scene in Chronos. Idk, something about the energy and the body language and the parallels between Nicky and Nile (plane fight scene my beloved) just made me really hype. Close runner-up would be the scene at the end of chapter 2 of Tangerine and Roc, wherein shit gets real and the stakes raise for the mystery. Not spoiling anything, but my mental image of Nicky's blown-out pupils is still so clear. Also, I totally know how natural sedatives work dw.

Hardest scene to write also came from Chronos... that fic nearly gave me a stomach ulcer I swear. There are short little flashbacks where Andy remembers details and sensations of an event that occurred thousands of years ago. It was genuinely hard to keep those scenes vague enough that it wouldn't be obvious as to what was going on, but still clear enough that it wasn't just nonsensical. I still don't think I did a great job on those, hence it was hard lol. Andy's POV is just hard in general, because I want to capture how ancient she is and... that's a lot. Runner-up would be a few different scenes in The Falconer (like, training the sparrowhawk and also weaving in the real history and historical figures) because I knew absolutely nothing about falconry and I was so afraid people would be able to tell dfghfd.

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#thank youuuu <333 #i need to write new stuff so i can shut up about my old mystery series lol #there are a lot of scenes from a lot of fics i really wanted to write. i can never pick just one im sorry dfghfd #but i figure it's better than self-deprecating. i was so stoked to write this one scene in perfero #where nicky has a really fucked up nightmare. begins with him being led into a tunnel by will-o the wisps #yeah that mental image still fucks. #at the top of the list of scenes that were hard to write... i would put every scene in my current wip 'axis' #lmaaaooooo

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Nicki really be telling on herself in her songs...

Knowing her history she probably hangs with Chris Stokes herself. Prob is willing to bail him out if he ever got arrested.

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[mj-thrush-gxn]

Hi!! I absolutely adore your art style and am so stoked you drew a scam likely based on my prompt!! <3

I humbly request a Taylor/ Nicky / Glenn / Jodie interaction (as chaotic as you choose). ty!!

this was fun but i drew nicky weird-

AND YEAH THE PROMPT WAS SUPER COOL, I JUST HAD TOO!!! IT WAS SO FUN!!

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Somnophilia

Request: Yes / No kinktober day 12

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Nick Clark x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 883

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Somnophilia

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*Nick’s POV*

Y/N and I were at her pace alone. I was staying the night since we were dating for a year now. My mom was happy that I was with someone that wasn’t into drugs. We were on her couch and cuddling. We were watching a movie and the guy was currently fucking his girlfrend who was dead asleep. My eyes widened and I glanced at Y/N who looked almost excited about the scene. I watched for a few more moments and glanced back at her. She was rubbing her thighs together and I looked at her shocked. 

“I-Is this turning you on?” I asked and she jumped slightly. She blushed and looked up at me. 

“Uh… N-No…” She stuttered, blushing deeper. 

“Babe, are you into the idea of someone fucking you while you sleep?” I asked and she turned away from me. 

“What? No! That’s crazy!” She laughed, unconvicingly. 

“Hey, there’s no reason to be embarrassed.” I said and pulled her into my lap. 

“Are you into this?” I asked. She shyly nodded and looked up at me through her lashes. 

“So… if you were ever dead asleep, I could play with you? You give me permission?” I asked and she nodded. 

“Yes I give you permission.” She smiled and I smiled. 

“Do you wanna try tonight?” I asked and her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. She quickly got up and ran to her room. I looked at her confused, but she came back quickly with two melatonin tabs. 

“Aren’t you supposed to just take one?” I asked and she nodded. 

“Yeah, but I wanna make sure I’m asleep.” She answered. 

“Y/N, I don’t want you to get hurt.” I said worriedly. 

“Nicky, I’ll be fine. Trust me.” She said and downed the two tabs. We continued watching the movie, but I couldn’t focus. I was so hard thinking about fucking my girlfriend while she was sleeping. I never even thought about something like this before, but I was into it. 

Y/N’s head lulled onto my shoulder after maybe ten minutes. Her eyes slowly closed and I took a deep breath. I lifted her up after I turned off the movie, and took her to her room. I laid her on the bed, she was completely dead weight. I took off her shirt and looked at her full breasts and hardening nipples. I touched her breast and felt myself hardening more. I caught her nipple between my two fingers and stoked my cock. I was very horny. She was uncoscious and oblivious to the world around her. I was suddenly aware that I could do anything. She was in my power. I pulled her shorts off along with her underwear. I reached over to her drawer and pulled out the lube. I squirted a little on the end of my dick. The thought of what I was about to do ecited me more than I thought it would. I spread her legs and ran my hand up her smooth thighs. I brushed against her pussy and she didn’t even move. I slipped one lubricated finger into her and pushed up to find her g-spot. I rubbed the area slightly and she started moving against me. I thought she was waking up, but she wasn’t. She moaned a little and seemed to be dreaming. I could feel that she was getting aroused. I knelt between her legs and brought it to the point where my tip was nudging into her, easily slipping inside. We’ve done this before, but it felt new and exciting. I was taking my time, watching her sleep and be unaware that I was inside her. I was sliding rhythmically in and out of her. At first I was putting most of my weight on my arms above her head, but gradually my weight shifted and I was laying on top of her. She moved under me, but still not waking up. It was almost like she was dreaming of being fucked. I pulled out of her and turned her over. I pulled her hips ip so that she was sort of on her knees. I had to support her and it wasn’t easy, she kept falling to one side. I knelt behind her and pushed my cock into her again. That’s when I had an idea. I grabbed the lube and squirted a good amount onto her puckered up asshole. I pulled my cock from her and put it against her ass. I pushed inside her and her ass stretched to acomidate my size. She started moaning a little in her sleep so I stopped. I pushed a little more, but the tight feeling was too much and I came hard. I pumped into her before pulling out. I settled her in a more comfortable position on her side for sleeping and got off the bed to go wash up. I threw some cold water on my face and just sat in the bathroom thinning about what I just did. I quickly got a wash cloth and did my best to clean Y/N up, then laid down next to her. I pulled her close to me and kissed her head. 

“God I love you.” I murmured and fell asleep alongside her.

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[scarletttries]

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 :)

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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A/N: Well, my loves, here's the first Scarf Universe exclusive!! 🔥🧣🔥 It is part of the Pink Scarf Universe and takes place in 1972, in the year after Something Blue. (You don’t need to read SB beforehand, but little Nicholas is mentioned briefly.)

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TW: SEXXX, ’72 dom E, praise kink, light bondage, cussing, baby talk, fingering, p in v, anal play/fingering, surprise consent, creampie, lots of whimpering and moaning, you know the drill…

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Graceland, 1972

“What are we going to do with all these scarves?”

There are just so many of them. You had no idea just how many Elvis had amassed in the past few years. Scarves in every color of the rainbow, some solid, some patterned, some short, some long. A veritable smorgasbord of silk. No wonder his closet was bursting at the seams.

You lean in, drawing in the distinctly spicy scent of him locked into the soft fabric, running your fingers through them hanging in his large closet.

“Oh, I can think of a few things we could do, darlin’,” he breathes in your ear, voice smooth and buttery as he wraps his arms around you from behind. Pulling you into him, you feel the roaring heat of him against your back, blazing through you, stoking warmth low in your belly.

“E, we’re supposed to be cleaning things out and here you are being distracting,” you attempt to scold him, but it comes out as a breathy sigh instead. He nuzzles into your neck, his pillowy lips lighting fires across your skin. A tiny gasp falls from your lips, turning into a hum when he flattens a palm over your hip—a gentle press backwards that he meets with his pelvis.

“What about Nicky?” you whisper, your hand reaching up to graze Elvis’ jaw and your body responding in an almost Pavlovian way to his touch.

Finding time for intimacy with a two-year-old toddling around could be challenging to say the least. It had certainly been an adjustment when your family grew suddenly last year, though you both always made a conscious effort to make time for each other in that way. It was nearly impossible not to. You both had so much lost time to make up for and it showed in your private (and sometimes public) moments.

“Oh, he’s fine,” he reassures you, flitting his fingers down the side of your body. “He’s outside with Patsy and Dodger and the other kids. Nothin’ to worry about. Just you and lil’ ol’ me, up here all alone.” His lip slowly quirks up into a salacious grin.

His free hand pulls one of the scarves—a fiery red one with bold, black trim—off its hanger.

Your heart flutters. This scarf sticks out in your memory because there was one time at the International when he’d worn it after a show and looked so outrageously handsome, so haughtily debonair, you’d nearly come apart just from staring at him. And if memory serves, you came apart many times that night, after all was said and done. The thought melts through you, stoking the embers in your belly.

Elvis quite deftly winds the silk over your eyes. Robbed of your sight, your lips fall open, and you are only able to get out a hushed, “What are—?” before he shushes you. His warm breath tickles the shell of your ear and sends a cascade of shivers down your spine.

There’s a grin evident in his tone when you attempt to remove the scarf that has suddenly darkened your world. “Nuh uh, no touching,” he tsks, playfully slapping at your hand.

With your sight gone, your other senses begin to go on high alert. Heat is coming off him in waves. Having showered not long ago, your nose is filled with his clean scent of Neutrogena soap and Brut cologne, but there is a sudden muskiness on his breath that unlocks something deeply primal inside you.

It sends you squirming in his arms, and you are desperate to feel his skin against yours.

Instead, he clamps his arm around yours from behind, effectively trapping you against him. “What a naughty lil’ girl,” he growls. “I guess you need some help followin’ instructions, don’tcha?”

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This Can’t Be The End Pt. 2

Nick Stokes X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,890

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Post Date: July 23rd 2023

Post Time: 12:31 AM

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. 

Based off of: Season 5 episodes 24 and 25

Reader’s Pov:

When I finally decide to get up from the couch, I wrap the blanket around my shoulders before walking out of the break room. I walk down a few halls in search of someone I can talk to and I soon find Warrick talking with Hodges. 

I walk up behind him with my blanket still wrapped around me and Warrick looks down before putting an arm around me. I lean into him and Hodges smiles at me softly before continuing to talk to Warrick. 

“I’m using your track and wheelbase measurements, plus or minus five percent to account for rain-shadowing and/or drying effects,” Hodges explains as the program does its work. 

“All right, print it out,” Warrick tells him and he nods before typing on the computer. 

“Hey. How are you doin’?” Warrick asks me and I shrug. 

“I mean, I slept. It was only half an hour, but I slept. I just want Nicky back…” I tell him with a frown and he nods in understanding. 

“I know, mamas, I know. We’ll get him back. I promise you that,” Warrick tells me as he rubs my shoulder. 

“Here’s the list,” Hodges speaks up as he holds it up and Warrick takes one arm off of me to reach for it. 

“Thanks, man,” Warrick replies as he takes the stack of the printed list. 

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever will help find Nick. What’s your next step from here?” Hodges asks as he crosses his arms. 

“Imma head over and see Rachel. She said she’d show me the traffic cameras in the area,” Warrick tells him and he nods. 

“Well, good luck. Don’t worry, y/n, we’ll bring Nick home to you,” Hodges promises me and I smile weakly at him. 

“You comin’ with me?” Warrick asks as he pulls back to look at me. 

“Yeah. I suppose so,” I agree with him and he nods. 

“Alright, then. Let’s go. Bye, man,” Warrick replies as he stands up and Hodges gives him a nod before going back to his work. 

He turns me around and together we start walking towards Rachel’s office. Soon we walk in to see Rachel typing something up on her computer. She turns when she sees movement and gives us a small smile. 

“Hi, guys. I have the footage loading up right now,” she tells us as she stands and rolls another chair over. 

“Here you are, y/n,” she says as she points down to the chair. 

“Warrick, you can take that chair over there,” she tells him as she points to one at another desk and sits back in her seat. 

“Thanks,” he says sarcastically before walking over to grab the chair. 

He walks back over, pulling it along with him before settling down to my left. He starts to look at her screens and analyze them as it seems the program is up. 

“I need you to bring up the traffic cameras in a three block radius between Flamingo and Koval in the last 24 hours,” he explains to Rachel as he stands up and leans over the table. 

“We only buffer the video for the past few hours,” she quickly informs and he looks at her. 

“I can take you back as far as 10:37pm,” she continues and he rocks back before taking his seat again bringing his hand up to his chin. 

“That’s good enough. Our guy was taken around 11:00,” he tells her as all the cameras pop up simultaneously. 

Together we all look for a few minutes and nothing really seems to jump out at us. My leg starts to bounce as I start to feel more anxious and Warrick gently puts his arm around me. Rachel then pulls up two specific cameras and we watch them. 

“Scan forward. We’re looking for a big truck,” he tells Rachel as he lets go of me to point at the screen. She types something on her keyboard, doing just as he says. 

“How about that one? Looks like a Suburban.” She brings the video on the left to a pause. 

Warrick takes a moment to look at what she points out before looking down at his list that Hodges had given to him. He flips through the pages for a few minutes before looking back up at the screen. 

“It’s on the list,” he confirms as she pushes play again. 

“Whoa, he’s really movin’,” he comments as we continue to watch. 

“Wait a moment… that one, the big Ford,” his voice escalates just a tad, making me jump lightly, but hope flows through me. 

“Follow it,” he decides and Rachel nods. 

“The expedition truck left the area around 11:15,” Warrick starts to explain as he looks over his paperwork. 

I look up around the table of people who have become my family. Sara takes a drink of her coffee and I resist the urge to cry when I think about how Nick would lean over to me to make some sarcastic comment about what she was drinking. 

“Definitely in a hurry. Took a right off Koval onto Tropicana, crossed Las Vegas boulevard onto the 15 south and then it drove off the grid,” Warrick continues to explain as I snap out of my thoughts. 

He puts his paper down and leans back before scooping my hand into his and giving it a squeeze. If Nick wasn’t the best at knowing my emotions, I’d say Warrick is a good close second. Both can almost always sense when I’m upset and need a good cuddle. 

“At least we have a general direction,” Grissom comments from where he sits. 

“Great, so Nick could be anywhere from Green Valley to Seven Hills to Arizona,” Sara comments in a very sarcastic, dead-end tone and I let out a small puff of air. 

“Sara, not really the time for sarcasm, yeah?” Catherine lightly scolds her as Warrick gives my hand another squeeze. 

“No. It’s ok. She’s right. He could be literally anywhere at this point…” I speak up and everyone nods along understandingly. 

“That is assuming he was even in that truck,” Greg adds on as he leans back in his chair. 

“Well, according to Hodges, the white fibers on Nick’s vest were cotton with traces of ether…” Catherine explains after taking in a breath. 

When she says that, I instantly close my eyes and images of Nick putting up a fight with the person plays though my mind. I feel another squeeze to my hand and it pulls me back to the real world as I open my eyes. 

I look at Warrick and he gives me a tight smile, silently clearly asking me if I’m ok. I hesitate but nod, telling him I’m fine and he turns back to the table. 

“Ether? That’s old school…” Sara comments after a moment of silence. 

“Yeah, stuff is volatile. Flammable. Outside of meth cooks, no one uses it anymore,” Warrick adds on his two scents and the room slowly gets warmer. 

“People use what they know,” Grissom adds as he starts to fidget a bit in his chair. 

“All right, so, where are we on possible suspects?” Catherine asks as she takes her glasses off and looks at Greg. 

“So far, none of Nick’s active or recent cases stand out. And his old stalker’s still behind bars,” Greg explains his findings and I start to shake my leg. 

“Are you 100% sure Nigel is still behind bars, Greg?” I ask, sitting up as I slowly seem to grow more agitated. 

“100%, y/n, I saw him on live video footage myself,” Greg replies and I sigh as I slump back into my chair. 

“Maybe it’s a random act,” Sara comments and I immediately sit back up. 

“Well, that’s possible because whoever staged the crime scene couldn’t have known that Nick was going to respond,” Catherine agrees and I shake my head in disbelief, even though I know what they’re saying is perfectly logical. 

“Yeah, it’s just bad luck he did,” Warrick agrees from next to me, making my leg bounce more. 

“Sara, what about the coffee cup?” Grissom asks as he sets his paperwork back on the table. 

“No DNA or prints on the cup or in the bag,” Sara replies in a matter-of-fact tone. Just then, we hear some sort of commotion going on out in the lobby.

“Don’t touch the edge of it!!” We all hear Hodges scream. 

“You got to sign…” another unknown voice yells out. 

“Security! Security!” Hodges yells out again and Grissom’s the first to get up to his feet. 

We all quickly follow behind him and he runs out to the lobby. Once in the lobby, we can see Hodges and a security guard fighting an individual who holds a package of some sort. 

“Get your freakin’ hands off me, man!” The individual yells out as he fights the security guard. 

Hodges clearly gets a hold of the package and moves over to the desk to inspect it. Grissom stops in the doorway, watching in confusion. 

“Hey! I told you, you gotta sign for that!” The guy that’s still fighting security yells out. 

“What are you doing, Hodges?” Grissom expertly asks what we’re all wondering as we watch from behind him. 

“Guy comes in here with a package with no return address,” Hodges tries to explain as he tries to catch his breath. 

“You’re violating my rights! I want a lawyer!” The delivery guy yells out as he continues to fight with security. 

“Shut up!” Catherine admonishes him as she points at him and he does just that, looking shocked. 

“Way the guy was pawing that envelope, I figured I better get it away from him before he wipes off all of the trace,” Hodges starts to explain himself again and Grissom looks at him, confused. 

“What trace?” Grissom asks, confusion clear in his tone. 

“Oh! It’s about Nick…” Hodges calms down right away as he breaks the news. 

We all step forward when Grissom does only to see what it says on the envelope; 

Crime lab 

3057 Westfall AVE. 

Las Vegas, NV 89109

RE: STOKES

Silence falls as I let out a small gasp when I see my own last name on the envelope. Warrick grabs me and pulls me into his side as Grissom puts gloves on. He then picks the package up very carefully and takes a second to look over the details before turning to Catherine. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out and she shakes her head. 

“Let me do this,” Grissom says before pushing past us and walking off.

Nick’s Pov: 

When I come to, I try to sit up but only end up hitting my head against a hard surface. I groan as I lift my hand to my head and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. When I do, I quickly jump and there’s a thud as my hand hits the top. 

I look around me, trying to figure out what’s going on and find a glow stick. I grab it so I can get a better look around and soon start to breathe heavily before I feel around me some more, only to find my service weapon. 

I grab it and bring it up to where I can see it. I pull the clip out and see it’s still full, making me sigh. I put the clip back in and cock the gun before setting it back down. I then pick the glow stick back up and look around some more before knocking at the glass. 

I reach down to my side again and feel something else. Once again I pull it up so I can see what it is and it’s a tape recorder. I click the play button and at first it’s just static, but soon a voice is leaving me a message. 

“Hi, CSI guy. You wondering why you’re here? Because you followed the evidence. Because that’s what CSIs do. So breathe quick, breathe slow, put your gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Any way you like, you’re going to die here. Okay,” the voice explains and then the tape shuts off. I slowly start to try and break my way out, but when I can’t I scream only to start sobbing.

Y/n’s Pov:

We all watch through the window to the lab as he walks in and starts to feel around it. When he’s sure it’s not dangerous, he fully sets it down and grabs an x-acto knife. He carefully slices into the top before putting the knife down and picking up a flashlight. 

He turns the flashlight on before holding the package open from the sides and peering into it. Confusion crosses his face before he empties the package onto the table and something falls out from it. We then watch as he looks for any sign of prints with the blue light. 

Soon he’s waving us all in, but I freeze, not knowing if I want to go or not. Catherine stops when she realizes I’ve frozen before looking at me. 

“You ok, y/n/n?” Catherine asks me, but I only shake my head. 

“I don’t know…” I tell her as I stay frozen. 

“Hey. Go ahead. I’ll get her to come, just… uhh, give us a sec,” Warrick tells Catherine and from the corner of my eye, I can see her nod before she walks off. 

“Hey. I’m sure he’s fine. I promise you he’ll come home,” he tells me as he stands in front of me and holds both my shoulders. 

“You can’t make a promise like that, Rick. You don’t know what’ll happen,” I argue back and he sighs before pulling me into another hug. 

“I know I can’t. I’m sorry, but I will promise to do everything in my power to bring him home to you,” he informs me and I sigh before nodding against him. 

“Come on. Let’s go get our boy back,” he says as he pulls back from the hug before pulling me along with him into the room where everyone stands. 

They all watch as I walk in and I give a small smile to them before they all circle around me. Grissom holds up the tape he pulled out earlier and slides it carefully into a tape player. He presses play and we all listen to a few minutes of white noise before 60’s rock music starts to play. 

♪ You can try to please me 

But it won’t be easy 

Stone walls surround me

I’m surprised that you even found me

And you don’t stand an outside chance 

Don’t stand an outside chance 

You don’t stand an outside chance 

But you can try ♪

Outside chance by The Turtles is the song that plays and we all just listen for a good few minutes. We all intently wait for anything else that could help us find my husband, but the song continues to play on. I sigh in anger and Warrick puts his hand down to rub my back soothingly. 

“Son of a bitch… he’s screwing with us,” Catherine curses out loud in anger, shaking her head. 

♪ Whatever you do girl 

You know you can’t get through girl 

Can’t bring me down ♪

The music continues to play and I can’t help, but feel like it’s mainly me the song is taunting. I let out a sigh and Warrick again rubs my lower back to try and comfort me. Grissom then picks up the flash drive that was with the tape and turns to walk over to the desk behind him. 

We all walk over with him and we watch him plug it in as the music continues to play in the background. After he plugs it into the computer, he opens the drive and words start to slide in from the left. 

‘ONE MILLION DOLLARS IN 12 HOURS,’ is the first line, making me gasp quietly and again Warrick quickly pulls me into him, but I turn my head to watch the rest of the lines slide by. 

‘OR THE CSI DIES.’ I gasp again and tears start to fill my eyes as it continues on. 

‘DROP-OFF INSTRUCTIONS TO FOLLOW.’ It continues to have words in all caps slide across the screen. 

‘AND NOW FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE…’ it reads and Warrick tries to get me to turn my head away, but I can’t bring myself to. 

“YOU CAN ONLY WATCH,” it ends off with the watch seemingly looking like a link. 

Grissom moves the mouse and clicks on the link, making us all watch with bated breath as it brings up the video. I let out a gasp when we see Nick pop up on the screen, he’s buried in a clear coffin box and clearly freaking out. The timer at the bottom of the screen clearly counts down, making me have to force myself to try and swallow, but the lump that seems to grow bigger and bigger stops me:

I push Warrick off me lightly and walk right up next to Grissom. I touch the computer screen with my thumb as tears make their way down my face. I feel Warrick put a hand on my shoulder and I close my eyes, not wanting to see his face contorting in fear any longer. I just stand there with my eyes closed for a moment as everyone else watches on in sadness. I take a deep breath hoping it’ll ground me, but it doesn’t work. 

“Warrick, get her out of here. She doesn’t need to see anymore right now,” Catherine’s voice speaks up and I feel Warrick grab me lightly by the arm. 

He drags me out into the hall and steadily holds me by the shoulders. He says something, but I don’t catch it in my panic mode and he gives me a small shake to break me out of it. 

“Why don’t you go back to the break room. I’ll come check on you in a bit,” he tells me and I shake my head as I immediately sober up. 

“No. I’ll be fine. Let me back in there,” I demand as I cross my arms across my chest. 

“Sweets, are you-” he starts as he stands big and tall in my way, but I stop him as I hold up a hand, shaking my head. 

“Let me back in there, Warrick… now…” I tell him as I cross my arms and put a scowl on my face. 

“I don’t think-” Warrick starts, but I cut him off. 

“Ok. So I had a moment of weakness, Rick. So what, that’s my husband on that live feed. It may be the last time I can fully see him. Please… I’m good now, I swear. If I get overwhelmed again, I promise I’ll go shower or something. Just… let me go back,” I beg him before casting my eyes down to the floor as they start to fill with tears again, but I will them away.

“Please… B…” I whisper out, still refusing to look up at him and he sighs, making me look up at him. 

“Ok, but if it gets the slightest bit bad, you’re out of the room, got it?” he asks me and I nod with a small smile. 

“Thank you, B…” I tell him as I walk over to him and reach up to give his cheek a kiss. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I know Nick would literally be sitting over there day or night if roles were reversed. Just don’t make me regret it,” he lightly jokes as he steps to the side to let me though and I shake my head. 

“Wouldn’t think of it. Nick would have my butt for making you regret it anyway, ” I tell him as I pat his chest as I pass him and he chuckles lightly. 

I walk back into the room just as they click on the watch link again and my smile instantly falls. I walk over next to Catherine and Warrick stops behind me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. Grissom now sits at a desk behind us all, writing something down. 

“I don’t think he knows we can see him,” Catherine comments as we all continue to watch. 

“How can we be sure it’s a live feed?” Sara asks as we all don’t take our eyes off the computer. 

“We’ve got to assume that it is,” Warrick replies grimly and I feel him rub my shoulder ever so slightly. 

“The space in that box looks like two by two by six, which would be 24 cubic feet. That would hold approximately 600 liters of air,” Grissom speaks up, getting all of our attention and making us turn to him to see him doing the math. 

“If you figure half a liter per breath… slow breathing…” Grissom continues, but pauses to look at his watch. 

“Maybe twelve breaths per minute. Panic breathing would be, what, twice that much,” Grissom analyzes more as he looks up at us, then back down to his paper. 

“Well, if the math is right, he’s got about an hour and 15 minutes of air left in that box,” Grissom finishes off and we all turn back to the screen. 

“But if they’re going to keep him alive for twelve hours, it must mean that he’s got an additional air supply,” Catherine adds on and we watch for a few more minutes until the video clicks back to the beginning page. 

“We lost the feed,” Johnson, our tech guy who stands next to Sara, tells us and we all look confused for a moment. 

Warrick pushes me slightly out of the way and grabs onto the mouse. He uses it to click on the WATCH again and the video pops up. 

“Looks like a live feed to me,” Warrick comments. “I say we keep the light on,” he continues as we all watch on. 

One by one, the others leave to try and learn more. Now it’s just me and Warrick sitting here, constantly clicking the link to watch it. Every once in a while, I find myself playing with my ring as well as the necklace that sits on my neck:

I switch off playing with my ring, spinning it around my finger over and over before letting it sit idle for a few minutes. Then I play with my necklace, moving it back and forth on my neck. I sigh and look down at my ring and I feel a hand land on my hand. 

“Stop that. I know you’re worried, that’s what you do when stressed, worried or trying to hide something. Seeing as the situation is a little difficult, I’d say it’s definitely the first two, but the more you do it, the more you freak out,” Warrick tells me and I shake my head, letting a puff of air out. 

“You’re right, I need to calm down…”I agree wearily and he nods. 

“There ya go. He’ll be home and cuddled up in your bed with you before you know it,” Warrick practically wills it in his tone and I sigh. 

“Maybe I should go-” I start, but pause when my phone goes off. 

I pull it out of my pocket and the face lights up, showing me there’s a text. Opening it, I find a text from Catherine: His parents are here. Still wanna come in with me and Griss? 

I frown lightly, but text back: Yeah, it’ll be helpful for his mom if I’m there. Which room are we doing it in? I’ll be there in a minute.

It’s only a minute later when she replies: We will be in the smaller meeting room. 

When done reading the last text over, I let out a sigh and look at Warrick. He raises an eyebrow at me and I shake my head. 

“It’s Catherine. She’s informing me that his mom and dad are here,” I explained and he nods before rubbing at his cheek. 

“Go. Come find me if you need me after, ok? I’ll drop everything if you need me too,” he promises and I give him a small, sad smile. He gets up as I do and pulls me into a hug. I sigh and sink into his warmth for a moment before pulling away. 

“Here I go. I’ll possibly see you after,” I tell him and he gives me a thumbs up. 

“You got this, sunshine,” he encourages me and I give him a half smile as well as a small nod. 

He turns back to the screen and I catch him grimacing before I turn around. I take one last sigh before starting to walk towards the small meeting room. When I get there, I can see Catherine and his parents just sitting down. 

“Y/n. Hi, dear. How are you doing? You don’t look well,” his mother comments in a concerned tone as she gets up from her seat and comes over to hug me.

“Umm, honestly Jillian, I’m far from feeling fine. But maybe you should sit back down before me and Catherine tell you what’s happened,” I tell her as she pulls back from the hug and frowns at me. 

“Of course, dear. If you think that’s best,” she agrees with me and together we walk over to the table. 

She walks around and sits next to her husband and I sit across from her. I look at his dad and give him a soft smile. 

“Y/n,” he greets with a firm head nod. 

“Judge,” I greet back the same way. 

“Where’s Griss?” I ask Catherine as I look around, not finding him. 

“He had something to look into. He’ll be here in a few minutes,” Catherine explains and I nod, taking a gulp. 

“Do you wanna break it to them or me?” she asks me and I nod. 

“I guess I can,” I sigh before turning to look at his mom and dad. 

“Mom…” I prompt as I pull my hand out and shakily hold it out to her. 

“Judge,” I prompt after she grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze while I look at her husband, who nods firmly to me again. 

“Nick’s been… kidnapped. They want one million dollars in twelve hours…” I explain and his mom immediately gets tears in her eyes. 

“Ok. We can make that money. We have starter money right here,” his dad informs us as he holds up a yellow envelope. 

“Do we at least know he’s safe? Y/n. Is my baby ok?” she asks me as she again squeezes on my hand. 

“From what we’ve seen. I think he’ll be ok. If we can get to him,” I tell her and the room goes quiet for a moment. 

“Bill…” his mom whispers as she lets go of my hand to hold onto his arm. 

It stays quiet for a moment more before we see Grissom walking up to the door. He seems to just get off his phone before coming in as Catherine clears her throat. 

“Judge Stokes, Mrs. Stokes. Gill Grissom,” Catherine introduces them as she motions to Nick’s mom and dad, then to Gill. 

“Your honor. Mrs. Stokes. I’m… uh… sorry that we’re meeting under these circumstances,” Gill gives his condolences and I pull in a rough patch of air. 

“Y/n. Honey. Come here,” his mother tells me as she holds her arms open. 

I move my chair over to her and she pulls me into her arms. I hold back my sobs as much as I possibly can as she strokes my hair. 

“Have you been able to make contact with the animals who took my son?” his dad asks Gill in a very straightforward tone. 

“No, we haven’t yet, but… they should be contacting us in roughly four hours,” Catherine explains as Gill takes a seat next to her now. 

“We were able to rustle up $20,000 cash. Our bank's prepared to wire another $100,000. Now we can sell the cars. We can hock the ranch... We can make the number, but it’s gonna take at least another day. We’ll do whatever we can to bring our boy home to his wife,” his dad explains his plan in a very detailed manner as a judge would.

“Judge Stokes-” Gill starts to try explaining. 

“Can we give them the money we have now, try to buy more time?” His mom asks as she pushes the envelope towards Gill. 

“Mom. Please listen to what Gill has to say,” I beg her and she nods as she stops pushing the money towards him. 

“I don’t think that will help,” Gill tells her honestly and she sits back in her seat. 

I take her hand that’s still around my shoulder and pull it to my front so I can hold it. She looks at me, confused for a moment, but I bite my lip as I nod my head back at Gill. 

“There’s got to be something we can do,” his dad replies in disbelief that there’s nothing that he can do to help. He’s always been the one to rush in and save Nick from anything, whether it be his own mistake or not, making me roll my eyes. 

“You’ve already done it by coming here, by showing your support for both Nick and y/n…” Catherine tries to explain and his mom squeezes my hand. 

“We’re not here to show support. We’re here to get Nick home to us and his wife. Where he belongs,” his mom cuts in with an angry tone and I squeeze her hand softly as her voice falters at the end. 

“We’re not sure who has your son… or why…” Griss tells them and his dad gives him a confused look. 

“Well… what the hell do you know?” Judge asks in a borderline angry tone and I close my eyes for a moment. 

“Judge, please…” I almost whimper out and he sighs before looking at Grissom. 

“Very little…” Grissom answers his question and his mom squeezes my hand again. 

“Let’s just cut to the gist. What proof do you have that my boy’s still alive?” he asks and I let out a sharp gasp along with his mom. 

Catherine and Gill give each other serious looks as Nick's mom still holds onto me. I shake my head when I look at Gill, but it’s almost like he ignores it. 

“Gill, don’t. They can’t see it. Jillian, tell them no. You don’t wanna see it,” I burst out, shaking my head as I frantically get up out of my seat. 

“Y/n. You're ok. Calm down, it’s going to be ok,” Jillian is quick to stand up, coming over to me and pulling me into a hug. 

“Y/n, honey, I think even if we don’t want to see it, we have to,” she tells me as she strokes my hair and I sniffle. 

“Ok… I’m sorry. It’s just very hard to see…” I reply to her and she hums, nodding. 

“No. Don’t be sorry, dear. You’re just trying to keep us from hurting more. We understand, but we have to see it,” she tells me and I sigh before pulling away from the hug. 

“Ok. Griss, let’s show them,” I whisper out with a reserved nod. Grissom nods softly before standing along with Catherine as I walk back over. 

“Judge. Mrs. Stokes, if you’ll follow me,” Grissom says as he looks at his dad and the Judge nods as I wrap my arms around myself. 

We all walk back to the room that Warrick and I had sat in earlier. Grissom leads us over to the computer and he looks at Catherine for a moment. 

“This might be a little hard to watch, like y/n said before, but it’s the only proof of life we have for you,” he explains to them and Jillian nods as she gets a little closer to her husband. 

“We’re ready…” Bill tells him and Grissom nods solemnly before pressing the watch button. It goes completely quiet in the room. 

Nick's face pops up on the screen again and I let out a shuddering breath. We watch for a few minutes as Nick keeps his arm over his eyes and away from the bright light. The countdown that beeps at the bottom of the screen stares at me, taunting me and it takes everything I have not to break down right away. 

His mom freezes for a moment, tears filling her eyes before letting out a devastating grunt. She walks off just outside of the lab, but I can’t tear my eyes away quite yet. His dad watches on with me for a moment more. 

“Oh, Pancho… what the hell you got yourself into?” Judge asks and that’s when I break. 

I walk over with him to Jillian and he pulls her off the wall she’s leaning on and hugs her from behind. I stand there and can’t help, but wish Nick was here to do the same thing with me. She turns and looks at me for a moment before holding her arms open for me. 

My lip wobbles slightly before I rush into the hug and she just holds me as her husband holds her. We stay that way for a while before I pull back and wipe at my cheeks. 

“I’ll, ahh… see you guys later. I’ve gotta go find Warrick. You guys go home and we’ll update you as soon as we can,” I tell them and Jillian reaches back out for me. 

“We’re not going home. Bill has a hotel for us to stay in. Y/n, you should come back with us,” she tells me and I shake my head. 

“No. I’m ok. Really. I’ll text you when there’s something that comes up. Please just go try and sleep,” I tell her and she sighs. 

“Ok, but please promise you’ll take care of yourself, dear,” she tells me and I nod as I purse my lips. 

“I’ll do my best. I’ll text you, ok?” I promise one last time and when she nods in confirmation, I start to walk away. 

I walk down a few halls and stop to lean against a wall when I feel like I’m going to puke. Once the feeling passes, I stand back up and continue on to find Warrick in the break room. I sigh and quickly rush over to him. 

When he hears me enter, he puts his chips down and looks up at me before getting up to come over to me, pulling me into a much needed hug. 

“Rick… he’s just so terrified… I’m terrified I won’t see him again…” I whimper out and he sighs. 

“You’ll see him again, mamas. You will. Just gotta have hope. I don’t want you watching that video again unless I’m there, ok?” he asks and I sleepily nod against him. 

He leads me over to the break room couch and together we sit down. He pulls me into a hug and just holds me as my whole resolve breaks. The last thing I remember before falling asleep from exhaustion and crying was him laying me down with a blanket over me. 

To Be Continued…

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CSI;; Nicholas "Nick" Stokes

(my beloved)

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5.05 Swap Meet

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[pilot-boi]

Wow, original flavor CSI. XD

Not at all hot take: Nick Stokes (early seasons Nicky, anyway) major Jaune vibes.

You can fit so much trauma in that boy.

Ah yes I see you have spotted with pinpoint accuracy who my favourite CSI character is

They really cast the most doe-eyed hunk, called him Nicky every episode, made him the kindest and most emotional character, and beat the shit out of him at every turn. True heroes

So yes. Very Jaune. Where do you think a lot of my Mistral AU ideas came from?

#rwby #csi #jaune arc #nick stokes #mine #asks #anonymous

[rewrittenreality]

Safe and Sound

Pairing: Nick Stokes x Reader

Word count:445

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, nightmares, and panic attacks

Summary: Your boyfriend Nick is there for you to keep you safe and sound.

Nick still remembers that day like it was yesterday, he remembers the tears streaming down your bruised face. Pulling you close, whispering “I’ll never let you go.” They beat you within an inch of your life, their shadows almost killing your light that usually shined so bright. He remembers you saying “Don’t leave me here alone, Nicky.” But all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight, the team had caught who had done this to you.

That night at the hospital you asked Nick to lay with you in your hospital bed. You didn’t want to be alone. Nick held you close as you cried into his chest. “You’ll be alright, Darlin’. No one can hurt you anymore.” He had said, leaving soft kisses to your head. You knew that you were safe with Nick. You had always felt safe with him, even before the two of you had gotten together. Come morning light you knew he would still be right there holding you.

When you were finally able to go home, Nick took as much time off from work as he could to be with you in your shared home. He knew how traumatic something like this could be. He knew from his own experience of being kidnapped, and you were right there for him as he healed. When your nightmares started, he sat up in bed, rubbing your back, telling you everything was okay. When you started having panic attacks, he held you and whispered sweet, calming things into your ear.

Nick knew how to calm the war going on inside your head. No one had ever been able to do that with you before. His every word was like music to your ears, even when there was no music to be heard. His gentle kisses like a remedy to every illness and wound you could ever possibly have. You had been there for each other in your darkest times. And you knew that you would always continue to be there for each other. 

Every time you could feel yourself slipping, you could hear Nick telling you “Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.” His voice barely heard as he held you close, calming you down. “Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.” And he was right. When you were with him you felt safe. You felt so loved. 

After all you had gone through you didn’t know if it would be possible to be you again. But with Nick, everything felt possible. Everything felt okay again. You knew that you would always be safe and sound in his arms. 

#nick stokes #nick stokes x reader #csi vegas

[sheafrotherdon]

Nicky stares at the ceiling, at the shadows that shift with every breath of wind through the open bedroom window. Their bedsheet is tangled around his thighs, and another is wrinkled at his back. For all that he’s still now, he’s been restless through the night, his brain sorting through inconsequential memories loudly enough to keep him awake. Joe is a pleasant, warm weight beside him, his face smashed into the pillow, his arm thrown across Nicky’s chest. Nicky stares at the ceiling and sighs softly, closing his eyes and wishing for sleep to come.

Joe stirs and Nicky turns his head to find him blinking back, a concerned frown on his face.

“It’s okay,” Nicky murmurs. “Go back to sleep.”

Joe grumbles softly and shifts a little closer.  “You go to sleep,” he says.

Nicky feels his lips twitch. “I must stay awake to protect you from the dark creatures beneath the bed,” he whispers.

“Rubbish,” says Joe. “Smash ‘em. Smash ‘em with my hands.”  He spreads his fingers wide against Nicky’s skin, and Nicky shivers. “Are y’cold?” Joe asks raising his head, perhaps to look for the blankets.

“Joe,” Nicky offers. “I’m fine.  You’re tired.”

Joe wrinkles his nose to show his opinion of that.  “You too.” He slides a hand down Nicky’s body, thumb catching in Nicky’s belly button as he brushes a kiss to Nicky’s temple.

The lick of warmth inside Nicky’s body is something he could stoke if he wanted. But instead he lifts his head to chase the kiss, catching a press of lips that makes Joe hum, pleased, and then he covers Joe’s hand with his own. “Sleep,” he insists, and Joe settles beside him, presses his nose to the curve of Nicky’s upper arm.  Nicky watches him as he blinks once, twice, before his eyes stay closed.  “Ya hayati,” he whispers like a blessing, chasing the words into the curls atop Joe’s head.

He looks at the ceiling.

When he opens his eyes, it’s dawn.

#joe x nicky #kaysanova #sleepy #fond #trusting #watchful #affection #i love them ma

[protectxthem]

(Catherine for Nick Stokes) "Nicky, I've got a huge favor to ask you. This new graveyard supervisor job is kinda okay. I just don't have enough CSIs. Can I borrow you if you're not busy?" Catherine Willows offers a sweet smile towards the Texan and awaits an answer. "Warwick is working tonight also. Stole Sara from Gil for a few hours too."

Nick looks up from the computer he is sitting in front of, nodding as he listens to her speak. "Yeah. I'm not busy." He pushes his chair away from the computer as he stands up with a smile. The Texan pushes his chair back into the desk and holds up his arms a bit, lowering them and putting them on his hips. "Whatcha need?"

#🌌 incoming portals #jdmorganxisxsexy #Vegas Cowboy (Nick Stokes)