October 23rd, 2005

Theatrical Muse: Week 96: Question 96

Name: Conrad Ecklie

Fandom:
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Word Count: 287


What is your favourite thing to do to relax?


There is often not time in my life to spend relaxing. If I ever have spare time, I will usually spend it doing work related things or keeping my life outside of work in order. On my days off I pay bills, tend to the garden, cook and clean. I also keep up appearances my visiting some aging contacts of mine, an activity which I would most certainly not call relaxing. There is nothing relaxing about seeing someone who used to baby sit you sitting in a wheelchair staring vacantly into space. But, time moves on, people die, it’s not my fault, just merely my duty to make sure people only see what I want them to see. And I want people not to worry about me, so I go out and visit and sit down with those who have helped me in the past. It’s the least I can do, after all.

Yet, there do come times when I have attended to everything that needs attending do. I never have as much paperwork to do as Grissom, so whatever work I do have is quickly finished. So, when time appears in my busy schedule, for me to do something of a relaxing nature, there are things I will do. I drink, sometimes, I go out and dance, I read and do puzzles. I do a lot of relaxing things if and when I have the time to do them. I deal with death every single day of my life, whether I am at work or not, but I don’t let that affect me. I just move on, and if continuing means sitting down to watch the news with a glass of scotch, then I’ll do it.
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Theatrical Muse: Week 97: Question 97

Name: Conrad Ecklie

Fandom:
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Word Count: 260


Talk about something you did that made you feel ashamed of yourself afterwards.


Twelfth question, twelfth question. My, my, you are an idiot.


They’d looked at each other all day, sneaking secret glances, giving secret messages. She was getting off early, so they’d planned to meet in the afternoon at home. And when she did open the door, he was waiting, and he scared her a little when his head emerged from the closet door. But she chuckled, and scolded her husband for his love of surprising her in his own quirky little ways.

“Is this your wife?” the coroner asked, bringing the man out of his apparent day dream.

“Of course it’s my wife.” Ecklie spat back.

“I found her, you idiot.” his lip curled upwards in a sneer as he looked at the man.

“I want this done quickly, but carefully. Everything to me as soon as possible.”

He shouldn’t have been working on the case, but he was anyway. He was trusted and they barely had enough staff to run a one man circus let alone a whole dayshift.

She smiled and paused, watching him as he emerged from the cupboard, brushing the dust off his shoulders with a mock look of disgust on his face. He was always to cute when he was angry, especially when he tried to be angry around her, because she knew he could never mean it.

“Dusty hiding place.” he said and shrugged.

“Dusty man, silly man. Here, you’ve got it all over you, let me help.”

A cheesy line, but when they kissed, nobody cared a single bit how cheese like it was.
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