liability (tangerine x reader, 18+)
my boy (tangerine x ofc)
dating tangerine headcanon
daisy jones & the six
stay with me (daisy jones x reader)
good 4 u (graham dunne x original female character)
the history boys
asexual scripps
your beautiful song
what do i know? (scripps x posner)
u.n.i (scripps x posner)
go on mate (dakin x male reader)
twilight
not like us
la tua cantante (marcus x original female character x spencer reid)
you've got us (cullen!reader x avengers)
brooklyn nine nine
captain peralta & his lieutenant (jake peralta x reader, 18+)
mary & amy's song (jake peralta x reader x amy santiago)
csi
the way out (don flack x original female character, unfinished series)
what if i stay (nick stokes x reader)
doctor who
how would you feel (eleven x reader)
i love you, yasmin khan (thirteen x yasmin khan)
all i ask (eleven x reader)
the doctor and the gentleman (eleven x ofc x benedict bridgerton)
full house
no boys allowed (jesse katsopolis x reader)
jesse's girl (jesse katsopolis x reader x joey gladstone)
#1 competition (jesse katsopolis x reader)
sounds good to me (jesse katsopplis x reader)
best of a bad situation
for the better (jesse katsopolis x becky donaldson x female reader)
gilmore girls
comfortable (luke danes x lorelai gilmore)
jess' dad (jess mariano x reader)
new girl
different for girls (nick miller x reader)
last christmas (nick miller x reader)
what a man gotta do (schmidt x cece parekh)
dating nick miller would include
the office
late to the party (jim halpert x pam beesley)
office pda (jim halpert x pam beesley x reader)
speak now (jim halpert x pam beesley)
dating jim halpert headcanon
saved by the bell
zack's worst scheme (zack morris x ofc x kelly kapowski)
never happened (zack morris x reader)
friends
santa stole my girlfriend (chandler bing x ofc x joey tribbiani)
dating chandler bing headcanon
dating joey tribbiani headcanon
dating ross geller headcanon
others
meanwhile back at mama's (darry curtis x reader)
old flames and new pains (sam malone x original female character)
toothbrush (barney stinson x reader)
flowers (deacon claybourne x reader)
come on over tonight (steven hyde x reader)
eighteen inches (stiles x reader)
moving on (frank delfino x reader)
bad days (peter kavinsky x reader)
play it again (frank adler x reader)
not in that way (richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak)
gray mornings (grayson betournay x reader)
more than my hometown (vinnie o'neil x erin croft)
He didn’t expect to even have his cell phone on him, let alone be able to put a signal through.
He felt it in his pants when he dug out the bubblegum that was plugged into his ears. The air was thinner now that he had turned that damn light off for good, he was having an easier time thinking despite the throbbing pain splitting his skull apart just as his lips and nails were splitting too. He kept swallowing his own saliva as shaky fingers dialed the only number he figured could help—he didn’t bother calling 911, he had nothing to tell them.
But Warrick? He could tell Warrick everything. Part of him not only hoped, but knew that the team was out there looking for him by now. That dumb cop had to have reported it when he stopped puking. He could almost hear Brass giving him the verbal beating of a lifetime.
Maybe he could give Warrick some clue that’ll solve the case. He could be rescued before the battery of the phone drains entirely.
Or. He couldn’t. He couldn’t bear the idea of making Warrick feel more guilty than he probably already was; Nick knew how he’d feel had the coin flip gone differently, had Warrick ended up scrunched in this much-too-small box. It’d be scorched earth on the streets of Las Vegas until he found his partner, with a bonus if he got to confront the son of a bitch that put him here in the first place.
He hadn’t gotten any closer to solving that part of the case just yet.
Besides, he’d have to be careful. His battery had already drained just sitting idly in his pocket, straining to get the signal from above just as Nick was straining for an ounce of fresh air.
He resolved to text instead of call; he had a feeling it wouldn’t go through and would just make the battery drain faster.
It was the most awkward text he had ever sent. He didn’t even know where to begin.
Warrick.
Seriously, what was he supposed to say? “Hey bro, I’m stuck in a box can you come get me?” “Where are you?” “Help me, Warrick Brown, you’re my only hope.” “Are you guys even looking for me?” “Help me.” “Get me out of here.” “I’m gonna die down here.” “I need to tell you—”
The text came almost immediately, leaping across an expected lag.
Who is this, and where is Nick?
In quick succession, trying to type and send his thoughts to ease the panic Warrick was likely feeling, but also express what is happening, Nick responded:
Warrick, it’s me.I’m here.Somewhere.
Nick didn’t know how to ask for help. He never did. Made him feel…small, somehow. And especially here, and especially now where he was trapped in an endless ocean of dirt, stagnant. Unforgiving. In a way it was almost better to see it with the light on—The world was still as harsh and paralyzing as the sudden bursts of light were, but it was at least knowable. Now without the light, as the glowstick started to fade, all he could see were the cracks in the earth around him daring to pull him further into an uncertainty of what was real, and if he was still alive. His own reflection, distorted and shadowed behind all of the scratches.
I don’t know where and this is gonna sound fucking crazy but I’m trapped in a box underground.Got a fan giving me air but don’t know how long it’s gonna last.
He didn’t know how long it was going to last. He didn’t know how long it was going to last.
I don’t know who did this to me. I don’t know why I'm here.
He wanted to admit it. But not yet. Not now.
He had kept track of time since he woke up, testing his mentality by checking with his internal clock that one hour was one hour, one minute was one minute.
Because it felt far longer than the fourteen hours than it had been.
Or was it fifteen? Or more?
We can see you.
His ears rang as his body quaked through a new wave of drowning terror.
I’m sorry.
Sorry? What’re you sorry for?
The light.
I shot the light. Connected to fan.
We were the light.
His breath hitched. He squeezed his eyes hoping the tears that mixed into a cocktail with a fresh shower of sweat was not visible to however they could see him.
It was the only way we could see you. There was a
Nick waited. The sentence never finished.
Was a what?
There was a ransom. We paid it but didn’t get told your location.
Who did this?
We don’t know. He blew himself up.
Did anybody get hurt?
Gris got banged up a little. He’s okay.
Ok.
Shit, that didn’t make sense.
I mean not okay that he got hurt but okay that he’s fine.
I knew what you meant, buddy.
Sorry i’m just hungry
Bet you are.
Bastard took the jerky I had in my pocket.
He had only joked it. He needed something to cope with, and the thought of getting a smile out of Warrick had given him hope that maybe things would be alright. They’re on their way.
I’ll get you a nice juicy steak over at the strip-o-rama when this is over
Nick smiled too, he somehow felt safer knowing that Warrick was watching him.
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Nicky, it’s us. We’re coming to you.
He could hear them. He heard the thudding of a shovel, felt it hit the box.
He started to get greedy with the air, took a few long, relieving sighs that he’d get out of this hell.
He had lost track of time in this wave of euphoria, but it felt long enough for them to have reached him by now.
He cracked open a new glowstick, screamed to let them know he was there, they were close, just come get me
Attacked by panic he started typing shorter, as short as the breaths he was taking.
Where r u
I’m here. I’m right here
He started singing his song out loud. His voice cracked out over the first inklings of the physical cracks forming around him.
RICK WHEREHELP
I’m sorry.
Those damn words again. The earth split around him, a new level of pressure compacted down onto him, squeezing the air out of his chest. He forgot to turn caps lock off.
I’M SCARED.
Me too.
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He paused the tape recording. A new incoming text. The ID was Grissom.
You never did.
The last three words he saw before he had to shut his eyes through short screaming bursts of pain, and shut his mouth to keep the ants from eating him from the inside out.
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The phone kept his mind alert with constant alarm, countless messages he couldn’t look at without having his eyes gouged by hundreds of tiny pincers.
He knew someone must have been asking, prayed he was pressing the right buttons as he typed out
HurtsFireFuckingAnts
Hopefully it’d give them a clue. He remembered they weren’t as common in Nevada.
The phone twitched out of his fingers in a sudden exploding spasm.
He also remembered he just had to keep still. It won’t hurt as much, don’t bother it and it won’t bother you.
What a load of bullshit, but he had to do something.
He buried himself further, plugging his frigidly cold but burning body. He had to hold on just a little longer.
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He didn’t want to tell him. Didn’t want to get his hopes up, not like before.
Because now if there was a sliver of doubt that they chose the right X to follow, he’d never forgive himself if they made the wrong choice. He refused to accept that they didn’t.
Catherine delivered the news through the pipe. They knew Nick couldn’t hear them.
He’s nearly six feet down when the phone beeps, and within seconds a haunting text that came with the same calculation they both arrived to on their own, refusing to accept the reality.
It had been 90 minutes.
It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t a warning. It was an apology.
TIME’S UP
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Sara brought him his phone when she got to the hospital. He had thrown it down when Grissom told him to get out of the hole, to walk away from his dying best friend who had been holding a gun to his own head—something that he’d have a hard time forgetting for years to come. He knew Nick would send a message accompanying the sheer horrific screams that were louder than the sirens around them.
He scrolled past it. He wanted to take this relief for what it was, and put off the crushing weight of truth off for a little while longer. He knew Nick did, too.
They would never directly talk about it anyway. The deep cuts were rare in their relationship, and he’d do anything to help Nick forget as he fed into his subtle signs of repression of the impossible trauma that happened, that probably nobody else on the planet could even relate to.
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He had gotten a new phone out of a random panic attack of paranoia that it wasn’t Walter Gordon that had kidnapped him and buried him alive, but his stalker Nigel Crane. A completely irrational, annually celebrated conspiracy that would keep him awake for days straight, gun at his side even while taking a shower.
Maybe if he had gotten one night’s sleep before, he could have stopped what happened.
Maybe Warrick would still be—
He had scrolled through Warrick’s phone record, desperate for anything that could indicate who murdered him.
He found his deactivated phone number still in his messages. Whatever vein in his heart that was still left stopped pumping, a cold deep flatline shot as a looping arrow through his head.
He’d stay strong. He knew the breakdown would come. He didn’t think it would be Grissom’s eulogy that would trigger it.
He’d whisper the three words to the casket, echoes of the missing piece of him that was still buried six feet under in that last message he sent from that version of himself.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sara Sidle & Nick Stokes
Characters: Nick Stokes, Sara Sidle, Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Sickfic, Episode: s04e15 Early Rollout
Series: Part 8 of Missed and Potential Scenes
Summary:
Already not feeling 100% when they get called back in, Nick wears down quicker than the rest of them. Fortunately Sara's there to watch out for him.
(Because why was Nick asking Sara for one of her cough drops at the scene ;) )
Hello! I hope you don’t mind me messaging out of the blue - I am looking for a copy of your CSI fic series Conundrum, which I remember reading about 15 years ago back when CSI was first airing! I loved it a lot and have often thought about it over the years - but it doesn’t seem to be available online anymore, as your Caffiends website is offline. If there was any way you might be happy to share a pdf copy with me, I would be very grateful! I of course understand if you’d prefer not to, but I hope there is no harm in asking 😅
So, that's on my list of things to put up on AO3 this holiday! I'll prioritize that and try to get it up in the next few days!
I'm one of those barely operating garbage fire authors, and it has been a full on problem the last two years. Sometimes a nudge really helps!
Request: this is a special request from my friend @micheleamidalajedi ! She asked me for some fluff between the amazing bullet girl from Miami Dade department and a female reader. I really hope you will enjoy it! This is the first time I'm writing on Calleigh, but I know her very well. I basically grow up with all the CSI world and she is a tough girl. Let me know if you have enjoyed this, everybody!
Couple: Calleigh Dusquene/Female!Reader
Category: Tons of fluff!
Content Warning: relationships between two girls. Perfect to end the Pride Month! 🏳️🌈
Summary: y/n is a full time employee and she is dating miss Dusquene, a CSI from Miami crime lab. They both are carrer women and the time they can spend togheter is never enough. Maybe Calleigh will be able to solve this problem ;)
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It's time to call the day for you. It was so intense. Tons of things to do in the caffé, spoiled clients all over the place, many of them complaining about the quality of the service or the waiting time.
This is not even your dream job. You're just saving money to start your own activity and change your life. Moving to Miami from your hometown was really expensive and it is hard just to pay the rent now.
You eventually started to believe that would be better to go back home, to your relatives, because living in a big, caotic city as Miami is overwhelming for a lonely girl with few friends.
It was thanks to one of them that your life changed. Speed is an affectionate client and he is the one who introduce you to his co-worker, Calleigh. Beautiful, sunny - blonde girl from the south. Her way to talk catches you every time you heard their story on cases or suspects.
Little did you know that she was into girls as you are. You misunderstood her smiles and believed that she was in love with another colleague of them, Eric Delko. Who wasn't? Cool guy, bronze cuban skin, funny.... a total catch.
But she asked you out only a week after the two of you met and now it's official amoung her co-workers. They became your family here in Miami and you met them almost every day at the coffee shop.
Today was different. No one shows up till the closed timeand when it happend, it was just Delko. 《 Rough case. 》
You have no idea of how you should react. You have never faced a rough case situation before. You and Calleigh are dating since six weeks and even if it seems like a lifetime to you, you also know that it isn't enough to force her to go out after a bad day.
《 I think she will appreciate if you call the day for her too. She is still in the ballistic lab and she doesnt want to go home and take a nap. Maybe you will be able to convince her, (y/n).》
《 Erik.... This was a plan? bring me to the department, right?》
《 Yes but we are desperate.》
《 We?》
《 Well, me and Speed. So? What do you think about it?》
You try to figure out if it's a good idea. Invading her personal space this way....
But she need to rest, she works too much and it's not healthy. Also, not helping to solve a case, you guess according to the small amount of information you have about criminalistics.
《 Okay, let's give it a try》
《 You are the best, (y/n)!》
• ° • ° •
《 I didn't know that a lab rat could be that sexy.》
Calleigh almost jumps on her spot when she heards you. Tim smiles malicious, crossing is arms on his chest. 《 We warned you that we were going to ask for a backup!》
《 I can't believe you two conspired behind my back! With my girlfriend!》
A soft smile rise on your lips while you approach her, gently moving her beautiful long hair behind her shoulders. 《 They are just worried for you 》
《 I know, (y/n)... but there are still so much work to do! Horatio asked me to-》
《 Don't eat properly or sleeping enough? I highly doubt that》 , you finish the sentence for her, waving a "bye" to Speed that is leavinh you to some privacy. 《 Cal, just tell me what's wrong.》
She lower her glaze for a second, before meet your (y/e/c) eyes. 《 I think I fucked up the evidence.》
《 No way you fucked up your job. The probability is too low.》
She smolders, getting a look at all the bullet in line, on the huge table in the middle of the lab. 《 I feel like I'm lost.》
Your hand reaches her cheek and, with a smile, you ask her to come closer. 《 Just come at my place. I'll prepare you a nice dinner, we can chat and cuddle a while and after a night of good rest, you'll figure out the issue. I'm sure about that. 》
She looks pale and tired, but always so beautiful. She is perfect to you and little do you know that she is thinking the same about you. 《 I wasn't able to see you for breakfast, this morning. I'm sorry.》
《 You are so full of responsibility. It's okay, Cal.》
《 No, (y/n). It's not. I want to see you every day. You make me feel much better with your own presence..... let's move in with me.》
With surprise, you look at her. 《 Do you mean... leaving togheter? Isn't too soon?》
《 Not for me》 She reach your lips and kisses them with a soft touch. 《 I already know that you are the one.》
A/N: I hope this is ok! I don’t so ‘sexy’ very well 😂😂
Request: Can you do a Nick Stokes/Reader fanfiction that is sort of sexy? - Anon
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It had been an incredibly slow day at the lab. It was as if the hands were dragging themselves at a snail's pace around the clock.
You looked up from your desk and through the glass window to see your boyfriend Nick in the opposite room. The man smiled and winked at you before diverting his attention back to the work at hand.
You sighed. God you’d do anything to kiss that man right now. This morning, well what the two of you would say was morning, he brought you ‘breakfast’ in bed. Previous to that the two of you had had an exhausting weekend with friends which had you falling asleep as soon as you both got home.
The day was finally over. The two of you practically ran out of the lab and sped home. As soon as the front door closed the man started to kiss you. Gently pressing you up against the door.
He shrugged off his jacket and felt you smile against his lips.
He pulled away and kissed you on the forehead before walking away to the kitchen
You rolled your eyes and a slight smile pulled at your lips. You took off your own jacket and hung it up before heading towards the kitchen. You could already see Nick grabbing things from cupboards to make dinner.
You grabbed yourself a drink “Want a hand?”
“Nah. Nah. I’m going to cook for you.”
“Who am I to argue with that?” you slid onto a stool at the breakfast bar and watched the man move around the kitchen in silence.
The man was hard at work cooking but every so often he’d give you a lingering look or a wink and every time you couldn’t help smile back.
He placed the dish into the oven before coming over to you. He stood opposite you on the other side of the breakfast bar and leant forward on his arms. “So.”
“So?” you replied with a raise of an eyebrow.
“You were pretty amazing this weekend.” his eyes were sparkling.
“And so were you Mr Stokes.”
He did his typical shy smile and looked away “I’m sorry for falling asleep in the middle of our conversation last night.”
You laughed, “Don’t be sorry. Anyway that breakfast sure did make up for it this morning.”
He inched forward towards you “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah it did.” you leant forward “But if this dinner is bad you’re going to have to make it up to me again.”
“I’ve never cooked you a bad meal.” he chuckled.
“Remember when you burnt the entire meal that one time and over seasoned it to try and cover it up?”
“Alright that was one time.”
Your lips were millimeters apart and you leaned forward to press yours against his. He leant into the kiss and raised his hand to your jaw to deepen it. The alarm on his phone going off is what separated the two of you.
“Looks like dinner is ready”
He brushed some hair behind your ear before taking the meal out of the oven and plating it up. He placed a plate in front of you on the breakfast bar and the other next to you. Coming around he pulled out the stool and angled it towards you slightly and brought it closer.
He sat down with his legs touching yours as the two of you ate together in silence.
You both finished at nearly the same time, he took your hand in his and leant back against the stool back. “How was it?”
“Really good.” you admitted before leaning forward and capturing his lips in a kiss. His hands came to your hips to support you as you transferred your weight from the stool below you and leant into him.
He pecked your lips a couple of times in a row before pulling away ever so slightly, your foreheads leaning against one another and his one hand came to your cheek to lightly caress it. “We need to do the dishes.” he breathed out.
“The dishes can wait.” and with your words his lips were crashing to yours again with a smile and the two of you were moving away from the kitchen.
I'm over here watching old CSI episodes and just getting WRECKED by Catherine and Sara and what could have, should have, might have been. Anyone have fic recs for me?
