A/N:This is my first fic, I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own a Nursing liscence, a US citizenship, and a Texas Citizenship...but not CSI, unfortunatly...I also do not own Keith Urban (I swear, I'm not Nicole Kidman :P)
Greg watched as a brunette in a grey business suit walked into Grissom's office. He saw her offer her hand to Grissom as if part of an introduction. All he could think was that woman was totally gorgeous – she was totally gunna give Sara a run for her money - - at least in his mind. He also wondered why she was there; she had no escort, besides usually visitors were escorted back into the lab, unless they were previously cleared to be there. Nick interrupted his reverie.
"Hey man – my DNA results back yet?"
"Sorry Nick, I got distracted"
"By?"
"Some chick in Grissom's office"
Nick turned just in time to see Grissom walking into an empty office.
"Well she's gone now – so my results?"
"Fine" grumbled Greg as he returned to the task at hand. He couldn't believe that Mia was sick, and now he had to run the SNA instead of being in the field. He continued to wonder who this mystery woman was as strains of country music floated into the DNA lab. That was when he realized how much he missed his CD's.
"I shouldn't have left those at home" he thought with a sigh
He finished processing the DNA for Nick's case, when a flag came up…to Sara's case. They were related somehow. He paged Nick to tell him he has results hoping that would stop the music. Greg's cell phone rang; he looked at the caller ID...Nick
"Sanders"
"You paged me?"
"Nick, buddy, why didn't you just come into the lab?"
"I'm on my way back from the hospital – PD ID'ed the vic, had to verify"
"Ah…meeting the family"
"You got it Greggo"
"Well I got some interesting results; I'll tell you when you get back"
"Thanks man"
Sara heard the country music from the new nursing office they had built into the lab recently. Sara walked into the office to see if they had hired a nurse, or if Nicky had found a new place to listen to his music. There she saw a pretty brunette.
"Hi, I'm Sara Sidle" she said as she put out her hand to shake the new nurse's hand
"Angela Stokes, but call me Angie"
"Nice to meet you" Sara smiled as she thought "STOKES?"
"Hey have you seen my brother?" Angie asked
"Brother?" Sara asked confused
"Nick Stokes, he works here"
"Not recently, I think he is out of the lab with a case."
"Great. PLEASE don't tell him that I'm here" Angie sighed in relief
"Why Not?"
"He'll think I'm here to check up on him with everything that's happened"
"Well, why exactly are you here?"
"I just needed to get out of Dallas, I needed family"
"I thought your family lived in Dallas?"
"Not the most important part…I need to call Nicky and tell him I'm here."
"Yeah, it's not like you can hide from him in the lab he works in." Sara grinned
Sara's phone rang.
"Sidle"
"Hey Sar" she heard through the phone
"Nick?"
"Yeah, are you in the lab?"
"Yeah, I'm by the new nurse's office"
"Come up to DNA, Greggo here found something interesting"
"Why didn't he page me?"
"I walked in before he could"
"And you are involved how?"
"Our cases seem to be linked"
"I'll meet you there" Sara sighed
"Bye Sar"
"Bye"
Angie looked at Sara imploringly, "You promised"
"I won't say a word" Sara promised
Sara headed for the DNA lab, shaking her head – Why would Nick's sister need to escape from Dallas?
"Ok Greg, what's the deal?" asked Sara
At that moment Nick's phone rang.
"Stokes"
"Hi Nicky, it's Angie"
"Angie…what's wrong, is Eric there?"
"No he's in Dallas"
"Aren't you in Dallas?"
"I got a new job…in Vegas"
"You moved HERE?"
"Yeah I just needed to get away from him and from Mickey's crazy vendetta"
"Not that – he's not starting that AGAIN?"
"You know he never thought I was part of the family, and I needed to be with family – REAL family"
"So you're here?"
"Yeah"
"And you are staying…?"
"I got an apartment, it's a nice complex"
"I have a house; you could have stayed with me"
"I figured you had enough of me in college, you need your freedom Nicky"
"Ok, well where are you working?"
"Well I'm pretty used to what I was doing in Dallas….so…"
"You work here"
"Yeah, I'm one of the new nurses"
"Why couldn't you tell me this before you moved?" Nick sighed
"I was afraid you would think I was checking up on you, and try to make me stay in Dallas"
"I know better than to deal with the wrath of Angie, you're pretty stubborn, but I need to get to work…"
"Bye Nicky"
"Bye Angel"
"And that was?" Greg asked
"My sister, who apparently is the new nurse around here"
"Well that explains the country music I heard earlier"
"Not ghosts?" Nick joked
"I hope not" said Greg, "And to answer your question Sara, the deal is that the DNA from Nick's case is a partial match to yours"
"What?"
"Well your vic, is related to Nick's perp…7 alleles in common"
Sara sighed, "Ok Nick, what's your case?"
"A rape and battery, she fought back, and in the hospital, I hope she lives"
"I have murder, possible rape; they should be starting the post soon"
Nick and Sara headed to the coroner's office for the post of her vic.
Greg heard the country music start back up, it was an interesting song. He headed for the nurses station.
Alone in this house again tonight Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show Would it help if I turned a sad song on Cause I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show oOOo Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show mmhmm mm
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me the way that it was and should have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.
"All by Myself" would sure hit me hard, now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with this pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.
He heard a girl singing along. "Those lyrics describe Sara's personality pretty well" thought Greg. He walked into the office.
"Hey"
"Hi, I'm Angela Stokes, call me Angie"
"Not Ang?"
"No" Angie looked stricken
"Ok – I'm Greg Sanders"
"Nice to meet you" Angie recovered her smile and shook Greg's hand
A/N: The song is Tonight I wanna cry by Keith Urban off of his Be Here CD.
