Meminerunt Omnia Amantes
Title: Meminerunt Omnia Amantes
Author: mighty_quill
Rating: PG, might change later.
Fandom: CSI
Character: Sofia Curtis. Brass, Sara and Greg make cameo appearances.
Summary: When a case reunites Sofia with a man she'd never quite managed to forget, she realises that some memories are made to last.
Status: Work in progress.
His family instinct made him detour to the doctor's lounge to check on his nephew. Dr Sears' brother, Richie, was still in surgery and probably would be for a few more hours. The poor boy only had his father and his uncle in his life, both working unsociable hours, and he seemed to spend most of his free time somewhere in the hospital. Perching on the edge of the cot, he pulled the blanket a little higher and fussed with it. Satisfied that his duties as an uncle were done, he pushed himself up and left the boy to sleep. He eventually arrived at the broom closet he called an office, ignored the stack of paperwork, and started making a dent in his phone messages.
Their victim was taking longer to wake up than expected. Sofia had called Sara and was told that no, they hadn't identified him and, no, there really wasn't anything to do until the results were in on what they had. Slamming her phone shut, she went back in and returned to her private vigil. A few minutes later there was a soft tap at the door and she looked up expecting to see yet another nurse coming to check on the boy. She wasn't expecting to see Alfie back after she ignored the hell out of him earlier - she remembered that the last time she'd ignored him he'd spent a week in San Francisco and refused to speak to her.
“He should have made an appearance by now.” The doctor frowned at the monitors and then felt for the boy's pulse, “I think he's sleeping it off. Probably for the best.”
She nodded. It was going to be a tough night and she decided to clear the air, “I'm sorry about earlier. I wasn't expecting to see you here.”
He didn't look away from his patient, but he shrugged off her apology, “Rich needed help with Toby so I moved closer. I would've warned you but....”
“It's not like we kept in touch.”
He winced a little at the memory, “Right.”
“How about we catch up over some bad coffee?”
“How about we don't?” he replied.
Sofia's face slipped and she slowly replied, “Oh, okay,”
A slow grin spread across his face as he turned to her, “I will, however, spend a well deserved tea break finding out what Sofia Curtis has been up to.
She looked away and licked her lips as she fought her own grin, “I hate you.”
He waved a hand dismissively, “Yes, yes, you've mentioned that before.” He gave her a playful shove out of the door, “Nice cup of tea it is...And be nice or I won't steal you any of the nurses' biscuits...”
Dr Sears leaned back and took a sip of his tea. He and Sofia were sitting in his office with the promised tea and borrowed biscuits. “Your mother must have thrown a parade when you went back to the badge.”
Sofia snorted into her drink, “Don't....I will never understand how a police officer can think forensics is a pointless exercise. Even if it wasn't my choice either.”
He considered her as she stretched out in the chair and propped her boots up on the corner of the desk. After a few moments of study he declared, “Detective Curtis. It suits you.”
She looked across at him and then away as she teased, “This coming from a man with a uniform fetish...”
It was his turn to choke on his drink, “I do not have a fetish.”
Sofia nodded and slowly grinned, “Mm-hmm.”
“I just think there's something to be said about a uniform.” he defended. “Besides, I seem to remember someone being rather fond of hospital scrubs.”
She smiled, ready to tease the doctor but something stopped her and she stared at the rows of books on the shelves behind him. “No. I think that was more about the man wearing them.”
He had no response to that admission and studiously ignored it by straining to hear the radio they had on in the background. A smile spread across his face as he recognised the song.
She eyed him suspiciously and slowly drawled, “What?”
“They're playing our tune.”
She concentrated for a moment, then gave up and crossed to the stereo behind him. As she turned up the volume, the music blared out and she turned back to face Sears as he rose to stand in front of her.
Lying here in the darkness
Hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to jail
You find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on, tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Things can get a little strange
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
After finishing their drinks, Sears and Sofia headed back to check on 'Joe Bloggs' as the doctor had christened the nameless youngster. Another doctor stopped them in the hallway and returned Sears' wallet to him - explaining that he'd found it in one of the resuscitation rooms.
Sofia grinned as he waited for the doctor to get a reasonable distance away before flipping open the wallet and checking the contents. As he did so, she saw the picture he kept there.
“Oh wow...do you know how old that photo is?”
“Best part of fifteen years.”
She took the wallet from him and studied it further, “I remember that being taken.”
He grabbed her elbow to prevent a nasty collision with a metal trolley as they walked, “So do I...at least I remember what happened afterwards.”
They reached the nurse's station where he checked to see if there was any change and was told that his 'girlfriend' was back with a friend. He turned slightly to see where the nurse was pointing them out and then flipped the chart open.
Sara and Brass got up from where they had been waiting and approached the doctor. Sofia was still engrossed in the photograph and didn't see them, “Just out of interest...” she tapped the photo with a long finger and grinned, “You still got the Harley?”
Sears coughed and nudged her arm. She looked up to see Sara looking annoyed and Brass looking amused. She quickly handed back the wallet and pretended that her face wasn't flushing bright red.
Brass looked at the doctor and then Sofia, then back to the doctor. He realised that they were about the same age - and Sofia had only ever mentioned a motorbike to him once. The opportunity was too good to pass up and he cocked his head to one side and then asked innocently, “So you and Sofia met in college?”
Sears had no idea how the older man knew that - or why it was so funny to him.
Sofia knew exactly how he knew and flushed red once more, “I'm going to....go somewhere else now. I have paperwork to file.”
Sears watched her disappear through the main doors and then turned his attention back to the others. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Yeah, Dr Sears. There was a report filed about a week ago,” Sara fished around for the folder containing the report. She found it and handed him the hospital report, “You treated a minor for bruising and concussion.”
He nodded and frowned at the same time, “I sent that up to Child Services. Poor thing was a runaway.”
“CPS didn't follow up. Can you remember the injuries?”
“They were similar to this case...but Abbey was conscious and responsive. Nowhere near as bad.”
Brass raised an eyebrow, “Abbey?” He was making a note of the doctor's responses and left a reminder to trace 'Abbey' and interview her about her attack.
“The girl's name. It's a lot easier than 'Hey, you!' and people trust us...Can't recall the surname. You think that the two are connected?”
“The assault on the boy could be an escalation. We may get another victim.”
Author: mighty_quill
Rating: PG, might change later.
Fandom: CSI
Character: Sofia Curtis. Brass, Sara and Greg make cameo appearances.
Summary: When a case reunites Sofia with a man she'd never quite managed to forget, she realises that some memories are made to last.
Status: Work in progress.
His family instinct made him detour to the doctor's lounge to check on his nephew. Dr Sears' brother, Richie, was still in surgery and probably would be for a few more hours. The poor boy only had his father and his uncle in his life, both working unsociable hours, and he seemed to spend most of his free time somewhere in the hospital. Perching on the edge of the cot, he pulled the blanket a little higher and fussed with it. Satisfied that his duties as an uncle were done, he pushed himself up and left the boy to sleep. He eventually arrived at the broom closet he called an office, ignored the stack of paperwork, and started making a dent in his phone messages.
Their victim was taking longer to wake up than expected. Sofia had called Sara and was told that no, they hadn't identified him and, no, there really wasn't anything to do until the results were in on what they had. Slamming her phone shut, she went back in and returned to her private vigil. A few minutes later there was a soft tap at the door and she looked up expecting to see yet another nurse coming to check on the boy. She wasn't expecting to see Alfie back after she ignored the hell out of him earlier - she remembered that the last time she'd ignored him he'd spent a week in San Francisco and refused to speak to her.
“He should have made an appearance by now.” The doctor frowned at the monitors and then felt for the boy's pulse, “I think he's sleeping it off. Probably for the best.”
She nodded. It was going to be a tough night and she decided to clear the air, “I'm sorry about earlier. I wasn't expecting to see you here.”
He didn't look away from his patient, but he shrugged off her apology, “Rich needed help with Toby so I moved closer. I would've warned you but....”
“It's not like we kept in touch.”
He winced a little at the memory, “Right.”
“How about we catch up over some bad coffee?”
“How about we don't?” he replied.
Sofia's face slipped and she slowly replied, “Oh, okay,”
A slow grin spread across his face as he turned to her, “I will, however, spend a well deserved tea break finding out what Sofia Curtis has been up to.
She looked away and licked her lips as she fought her own grin, “I hate you.”
He waved a hand dismissively, “Yes, yes, you've mentioned that before.” He gave her a playful shove out of the door, “Nice cup of tea it is...And be nice or I won't steal you any of the nurses' biscuits...”
Dr Sears leaned back and took a sip of his tea. He and Sofia were sitting in his office with the promised tea and borrowed biscuits. “Your mother must have thrown a parade when you went back to the badge.”
Sofia snorted into her drink, “Don't....I will never understand how a police officer can think forensics is a pointless exercise. Even if it wasn't my choice either.”
He considered her as she stretched out in the chair and propped her boots up on the corner of the desk. After a few moments of study he declared, “Detective Curtis. It suits you.”
She looked across at him and then away as she teased, “This coming from a man with a uniform fetish...”
It was his turn to choke on his drink, “I do not have a fetish.”
Sofia nodded and slowly grinned, “Mm-hmm.”
“I just think there's something to be said about a uniform.” he defended. “Besides, I seem to remember someone being rather fond of hospital scrubs.”
She smiled, ready to tease the doctor but something stopped her and she stared at the rows of books on the shelves behind him. “No. I think that was more about the man wearing them.”
He had no response to that admission and studiously ignored it by straining to hear the radio they had on in the background. A smile spread across his face as he recognised the song.
She eyed him suspiciously and slowly drawled, “What?”
“They're playing our tune.”
She concentrated for a moment, then gave up and crossed to the stereo behind him. As she turned up the volume, the music blared out and she turned back to face Sears as he rose to stand in front of her.
Lying here in the darkness
Hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to jail
You find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on, tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Things can get a little strange
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
After finishing their drinks, Sears and Sofia headed back to check on 'Joe Bloggs' as the doctor had christened the nameless youngster. Another doctor stopped them in the hallway and returned Sears' wallet to him - explaining that he'd found it in one of the resuscitation rooms.
Sofia grinned as he waited for the doctor to get a reasonable distance away before flipping open the wallet and checking the contents. As he did so, she saw the picture he kept there.
“Oh wow...do you know how old that photo is?”
“Best part of fifteen years.”
She took the wallet from him and studied it further, “I remember that being taken.”
He grabbed her elbow to prevent a nasty collision with a metal trolley as they walked, “So do I...at least I remember what happened afterwards.”
They reached the nurse's station where he checked to see if there was any change and was told that his 'girlfriend' was back with a friend. He turned slightly to see where the nurse was pointing them out and then flipped the chart open.
Sara and Brass got up from where they had been waiting and approached the doctor. Sofia was still engrossed in the photograph and didn't see them, “Just out of interest...” she tapped the photo with a long finger and grinned, “You still got the Harley?”
Sears coughed and nudged her arm. She looked up to see Sara looking annoyed and Brass looking amused. She quickly handed back the wallet and pretended that her face wasn't flushing bright red.
Brass looked at the doctor and then Sofia, then back to the doctor. He realised that they were about the same age - and Sofia had only ever mentioned a motorbike to him once. The opportunity was too good to pass up and he cocked his head to one side and then asked innocently, “So you and Sofia met in college?”
Sears had no idea how the older man knew that - or why it was so funny to him.
Sofia knew exactly how he knew and flushed red once more, “I'm going to....go somewhere else now. I have paperwork to file.”
Sears watched her disappear through the main doors and then turned his attention back to the others. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Yeah, Dr Sears. There was a report filed about a week ago,” Sara fished around for the folder containing the report. She found it and handed him the hospital report, “You treated a minor for bruising and concussion.”
He nodded and frowned at the same time, “I sent that up to Child Services. Poor thing was a runaway.”
“CPS didn't follow up. Can you remember the injuries?”
“They were similar to this case...but Abbey was conscious and responsive. Nowhere near as bad.”
Brass raised an eyebrow, “Abbey?” He was making a note of the doctor's responses and left a reminder to trace 'Abbey' and interview her about her attack.
“The girl's name. It's a lot easier than 'Hey, you!' and people trust us...Can't recall the surname. You think that the two are connected?”
“The assault on the boy could be an escalation. We may get another victim.”