| Title: Silent Stars By: OmegaWolf Series: CSI Pairing: GrissomxNatasha, former GrissomxSara Warning: Angst? AU, OOC, OC. Sap. Horny people. Done as an 'After Sex Sap' Challenge posed by DeStRuCt. When Natasha woke up, I smiled, stroking her hair out her face. "Good Evening," I said softly and she smiled back. "Hello...it's still evening?" she asked, blinking. "Around 8:30..." I shrugged. "Are you...ok?" My lover chuckled, stroking my chest. "Ok...I'm more than ok. I'm great," she answered, looking me in the eye. "Are you?" I continued to rub the strands of jet black hair through my fingers. "The same. Do we have to ask the question?" "What question?" "'Where do we go from here'..." Natasha frowned, blinking. "We go where you want..." she said, so gaurdedly I placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You...were the one that called me back and I'll leave when you send me away. I...care about you enough to do that." Blinking, I sighed, tears coming to my eyes. 'Grissom, when will you learn?' I chided myself. 'She's not like everyone else.' "I don't want you to go," I said evenly. "But you're half of this too. You have to tell me what you need, want, desire." "You," the younger girl said, voice hushed. "I want, desire...maybe even need you. Gil...know that I'm telling the truth..." I molded her body to mine, hugging her so tight I thought a rib might pop. "Natasha...I know you are," I answered. "I believe you...and I feel the same way." It was so hard to say those words, so out of character for me, my mouth almost tripping over them, part of my heart screaming "NO!" while the whole time the rest of it was saying "YES!". Tracing a line down her spine, I smelled her hair, roses and cream. "Tell me...about yourself." A snort. "There's not much to tell," she replied, looking up at me with a derisive expression. "I've only been here 19 years." Smiling, I kissed her lips gently. "Fine, I'll start," I offered. "I was born in California. My mom was deaf and my dad did export work. They divorced when I was 5. I could be called a nerd in school but I was seen and forgotten, rarely heard. I studied the art of death in animals and went to school to study entomology and became the youngest coroner in California at 22. I came here because I wanted a challenge. I like spiders and long walks in the desert night and Pink Floyd. Shakespeare is my favorite writer and I like silent movies. Now it's your turn." Natasha listening attentively, smiled at me and took a breath. "You're a very interesting man," she said, closing her eyes. "I was born in West Berlin, my mother was an Army Sergent and my father a Soviet defector. I learned English from my mother, Russian from my father, and German from the surrounding children. I came to America at 6 to my grandmother and aunt; my aunt was deaf as well and it took me a year to learn ASL. I played lacrosse in high school and in the band. Growing up I wanted to be the first woman President, a vet, a gymnast, and a MP dog handler. Now I major in physics. I love animals, the stars, techno, and old metal bands. Shakespeare is a Godsend and disaster movies are more my forte. Will that work?" *It sure will,* I signed to her and she arched an eyebrow. *You're fluent?* Pushing from me, Natasha smiled. *As fluent as I can be,* she signed back. *You left something out.* *What would that be?* *Each person is...* she paused, thinking. *Never mind.* I frowned. *What? You can ask.* *Everybody is hiding something,* Natasha replied, rushing through the sentence. *But I don't want to push you, forget I asked.* Laughing, I took her hand and kissed it. "I won't forget. You're a good judge of character," I said outloud. "I...am glad you know ASL. We may have to use it from time to time." "Why?" she asked, tilting her head, causing her hair to fall to the pillow. 'So innocent...' "My mother's deafness is...genetic. I'm already starting to feel the effects. Sometimes I lose my hearing and have to read lips. And the periods are getting longer. Someday, could be tomorrow, could be 7 years from now, I'll be completely deaf. And it's the day I won't be able to work anymore; a CSI needs all 5 senses to be good CSI. And my work...is my life. I couldn't do anything else." Small soft hands caressed my face, staring intently into my eyes. "I'm here, Gil..." she said simply. 'No pity, no "I'm so sorry"...you know, I might be closer to saying those words than I thought,' I considered and held her close. "And you...? If you're willing to share." She inhaled. "Mine is...gruesome," Natasha warned and I nodded. "I work in the crime lab. I was a coroner," I reminded her. "Oh, right. I'm an orphan," she said evenly. "My mother was deployed to Iraq during the First Iraqi War...she didn't come home. She was special ops so I don't suspect I actually will ever know what happened to her. My father owed alot of people money from before he defected. The falling of the Berlin Wall and Soviet Russia didn't help matters. They walked in and shot him, automatics, 4 men. The only other place I've seen more blood is a slaughter house. So I was sent here." Her eyes were far away, to a violent death that only she could see but I could imagine. A slight tremor was in her body and I rubbed her shoulders and arms, not being able to began to deal with what she did at 6. 'Power and frailty usually comes in the same package...' "I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories," I whispered and I felt her nod. "It's ok...I just tend to forget sometimes. Not forget them," she added hastily. "But how it happened. I just remember us a happy family." Next |