crack_van recs: CSI and CKR/HD
May. 26th, 2006 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
visionshadows
Fandom: Callum Keith Rennie/Hugh Dillon RPF
Pairing: CKR/HD
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
buzzylittleb
Author's Website: All are linked in her journal, but this is the direct link for her RPF.
Why this must be read: This story is about the biggest thing to hit the CKR/HD fandom since Hugh told a DJ that Callum has one of his songs as a ringtone on his phone - Hugh shaving his head. If anyone remembers back in popfandom all the drama that surrounded the changing hairstyles of boyband members, you have insight into why people were gobsmacked when photos of Hugh Dillon sans hair surfaced on the 'Net. But I digress. This story is about Hugh showing up at Callum's hotel room sans hair and Callum's reaction to it. And then sexing occurs where Callum realizes that yes, soft, fuzzy hair is fun, but a shaved head is just as fun.
"Rennie, what's wrong with you? Holy fuck, it's like you've seen a motherfucking ghost or something. Christ, Callum man, tell me you didn't fall off the felching wagon?" Hugh's getting in his face, trying not to sniff for alcohol, all tough concern with no motherfucking charity, and Callum's getting a really good look at Hugh's ear.
Fuck.
"Hugh."
And yeah, the original classy motherfucker's smiling, a little, clearly still thinks his man Callum is hammered, but yeah, recognition's good.
"Your hair."
Hugh blinks.
"Where the flying fuck is your hair, you fucker?" and it all suddenly spills out and Callum isn't stuck for words no more, not stuck for words at all, there are so many of them swirling around in his head, and yeah, it's hard not to let them out. Not here anyway. Needs to leave "were you fucking insane?" out of it, and "fuck, you're using again aren't you?" and "what the fuck am I meant to stroke when you suck my cock?" is definitely not one suitable for all audiences.
Tangles
Fandom: CSI: LV
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Author on LJ:laurelgardner
Author's Website: Laurel's Memories
Why this must be read: This story takes a very hard look at Grissom and focuses a lot on his inability to connect with people, even his friends, in a meaningful way. Greg has ended up stepping into Catherine's shoes as Grissom's minder after she gets married and moves away. He's the first to notice that Grissom is slowly fading into the background and growing steadily more and more depressed. Sofia steps in and essentially orders Grissom to either go into therapy or step down as supervisor. The story follows Grissom's therapy sessions and his growing relationship with Greg. It's a long, in-depth story that really shows what could happen if Grissom's left adrift for too long.
The confusion on Gil's face continued unabated, but Sofia merely leaned back in her chair. "Gil," she said, "Did you know that one of my degrees is in psychology?"
Gil nodded. "I knew that."
"Forensic psychology, to be specific," she continued, "but with it comes a fairly comprehensive understanding of the basics."
Greg listened with a nervous kind of interest. He had the feeling that this was a preamble to something, something sensitive that Gil would be uncomfortable having him hear. He wished he had left the room.
"I've had my eye on you for a while," she continued. "And I'm concerned."
"About what?"
"The signs I'm seeing. You avoid communicating. Socializing. You put in so much overtime you don't even bother to put in for it anymore. And you don't smile." The words seemed like those of a concerned friend, but the way she spoke them was brutally serious. She was coldly and precisely analyzing him, and judging by the look on his face, he didn't like it at all. "I don't know what's going on in your life, but - "
He raised a hand, palm flat, to stop her. His eyes held a warning look. "Sofia," he said, "my private life - "
"Is your own business," she finished. "But not when it interferes with your work."
Grissom's shoulders sagged. Elbows resting on the table, he clasped his hands together for a moment, then splayed them wide in a gesture of futility. "If you have some complaint..."
"I do," said Sofia. "You're not leading your team anymore."
Of Life and Living: Book 1 and Book 2
This link is directly to Laurel's memories on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
grisslash. At this time, I don't know of any place this is archived. If anyone else does, please point it out to me so I can change the link. I promise this story is wonderful and is worth taking the time to scroll through her memories.
Pairing: CKR/HD
Author on LJ:
buzzylittlebAuthor's Website: All are linked in her journal, but this is the direct link for her RPF.
Why this must be read: This story is about the biggest thing to hit the CKR/HD fandom since Hugh told a DJ that Callum has one of his songs as a ringtone on his phone - Hugh shaving his head. If anyone remembers back in popfandom all the drama that surrounded the changing hairstyles of boyband members, you have insight into why people were gobsmacked when photos of Hugh Dillon sans hair surfaced on the 'Net. But I digress. This story is about Hugh showing up at Callum's hotel room sans hair and Callum's reaction to it. And then sexing occurs where Callum realizes that yes, soft, fuzzy hair is fun, but a shaved head is just as fun.
"Rennie, what's wrong with you? Holy fuck, it's like you've seen a motherfucking ghost or something. Christ, Callum man, tell me you didn't fall off the felching wagon?" Hugh's getting in his face, trying not to sniff for alcohol, all tough concern with no motherfucking charity, and Callum's getting a really good look at Hugh's ear.
Fuck.
"Hugh."
And yeah, the original classy motherfucker's smiling, a little, clearly still thinks his man Callum is hammered, but yeah, recognition's good.
"Your hair."
Hugh blinks.
"Where the flying fuck is your hair, you fucker?" and it all suddenly spills out and Callum isn't stuck for words no more, not stuck for words at all, there are so many of them swirling around in his head, and yeah, it's hard not to let them out. Not here anyway. Needs to leave "were you fucking insane?" out of it, and "fuck, you're using again aren't you?" and "what the fuck am I meant to stroke when you suck my cock?" is definitely not one suitable for all audiences.
Tangles
Fandom: CSI: LV
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Author on LJ:
laurelgardnerAuthor's Website: Laurel's Memories
Why this must be read: This story takes a very hard look at Grissom and focuses a lot on his inability to connect with people, even his friends, in a meaningful way. Greg has ended up stepping into Catherine's shoes as Grissom's minder after she gets married and moves away. He's the first to notice that Grissom is slowly fading into the background and growing steadily more and more depressed. Sofia steps in and essentially orders Grissom to either go into therapy or step down as supervisor. The story follows Grissom's therapy sessions and his growing relationship with Greg. It's a long, in-depth story that really shows what could happen if Grissom's left adrift for too long.
The confusion on Gil's face continued unabated, but Sofia merely leaned back in her chair. "Gil," she said, "Did you know that one of my degrees is in psychology?"
Gil nodded. "I knew that."
"Forensic psychology, to be specific," she continued, "but with it comes a fairly comprehensive understanding of the basics."
Greg listened with a nervous kind of interest. He had the feeling that this was a preamble to something, something sensitive that Gil would be uncomfortable having him hear. He wished he had left the room.
"I've had my eye on you for a while," she continued. "And I'm concerned."
"About what?"
"The signs I'm seeing. You avoid communicating. Socializing. You put in so much overtime you don't even bother to put in for it anymore. And you don't smile." The words seemed like those of a concerned friend, but the way she spoke them was brutally serious. She was coldly and precisely analyzing him, and judging by the look on his face, he didn't like it at all. "I don't know what's going on in your life, but - "
He raised a hand, palm flat, to stop her. His eyes held a warning look. "Sofia," he said, "my private life - "
"Is your own business," she finished. "But not when it interferes with your work."
Grissom's shoulders sagged. Elbows resting on the table, he clasped his hands together for a moment, then splayed them wide in a gesture of futility. "If you have some complaint..."
"I do," said Sofia. "You're not leading your team anymore."
Of Life and Living: Book 1 and Book 2
This link is directly to Laurel's memories on
grisslash. At this time, I don't know of any place this is archived. If anyone else does, please point it out to me so I can change the link. I promise this story is wonderful and is worth taking the time to scroll through her memories.