TITLE: Story of an Enigma
AUTHOR: Jess (Penname: Jessica-Rae Szmanda)
GENRE: CSI
SUMMARY: Nick's niece Norah comes to Vegas for a second chance at her acting career, with secrets being unearthed and crushed being revealed can Nick and Norah's relationship hold strong?
MAIN CHARACTERS: Nick Stokes, Norah Stokes, Greg Sanders, Lydia Bennett, Warrick Brown
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, I don't have much time to write anymore (BLAME IT ON ERIC'S HAIR! HAHA KAYLA!) because of freakin' midterms but I've been trying. Please review. Muchas gracias to my bestest bud Kayla for being one of the very few people who actually accepts my love for CSI, and is also a fan. HOW MANY DAYS UNTIL CALI?! ;) Be sure to read Kayla's story, The Truth behind the Paperdoll, which is about Lydia, and is a sibling story to Story of an Enigma (STORY ID: 1351071)
Chapter One:
The Enigma Formally Known as Norah
Nick and Sara walked over the pliable, polyethylene-looking, green astro- turf. "There's our guy," Sara replied looking at the lifeless corpse on the parched soil by home plate.
"Looks like a home run," Nick quipped. He picked up the baseball mitt, worn and dusty, lying by the body and placed it in an oversized brown envelope. He walked over to a puzzling wet spot on the arid baseball diamond about five feet away from the body. "What the heck?" Sara looked up and walked over to him. She crouched next to him.
"Get a sample," she said while standing back up. She looked across the field. "David's coming to pick the body up the body, check if he has a wallet for an I.D." Nick nodded and reached into the corpse's back pocket of his denim jeans.
"Paul Garland. Blue eyes. Blonde hair?" He looked at "Paul" in confusion. "He doesn't have blonde hair," Nick noted.
Sara shrugged. "Maybe he dyed his hair," she suggested. "I'll make a note of checking his original hair color when we get back to the lab," she announced while plucking a hair from the victim's head with a pair of tweezers. She dropped the dark brown string of hair into a little envelope.
David finally approached the two CSIs after the long walk from the parking lot of the baseball park.
"Hey David," Sara smiled, shielding her eyes to get a closer look at him, almost blinded by the Nevada sun. She always hated sports for that reason- no trees-not admitting she actually touched anything but a beaker in school, let alone a baseball.
Nick, on the other hand, was quite the jock in school. He especially liked football, but to keep occupied on the off-season he swung a couple of bats, and tennis rackets, but don't think he will confess that to just anyone.
"Sara, Nick," David nodded. "Is he ready?" They nodded in unison at David as he took the corpse's temperature to let the anxious duo know the approximate time of death. The way Sara looked both irritated at the sun in her eyes and impatient because of the heat, made him work faster. That may have been the result of the fact that everyone and their teddy bear had a crush on Sara-David included.
While David was occupied with checking out a certain female CSI and other various things, most involving dead bodies, Nick saw something in the dirt of the diamond. "Hey Sara, check this out," he said, his eyes set on the colossal shoeprints.
"Whoa," Sara choked out. The prints were about 3 times the size of Sara's size 7-and-a-half foot. "Those are the biggest feet I've ever seen," she continued, "And you know what they say about big feet, right?" She smirked as both men looked down at their feet, "They get caught faster."
Nick acted natural, "Oh yeah, Grissom says that all the time." Sara laughed and David shook his head and smiled.
"Well, that's good because unless Bigfoot tripped over Paul and accidentally," David started, putting invisible quotes on the word 'accidentally,' "Stepped on him they got involved in a pretty rough fight. Feet included." He lifted up the dulled and discolored printed T-shirt to reveal a dusty shoe print, apparently Bigfoot's, taking up most of the body's chest cavity, which seemed sunken in. "I'm thinking broken ribs and punctured lungs but I'll let you know more when I get him back and find out for sure."
"Thanks, David," Nick said. "Sara, I'm going to go back to the lab and process this evidence, can you make a cast of the print and meet me at the lab?" Sara nodded and reached for her field kit, still staring at the shoe print, but now sitting on the grass of the field. Her demin jeans being the only thing protecting her from the prickly, artificial grass. Nick laughed and headed out toward the parking lot.
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Greg paced the break room with Nick's ringing cell phone, which flashed 'NORAH' more furiously than the first sixty-three times.
Greg fought with himself. 'Answer it, maybe Norah will fall in love with your voice and ditch Nick, I mean you're cuter and funnier and more spontaneous and....' Greg's other side interrupted, 'Yeah right, girls don't like brains, they like muscles.' Greg lifted his arm and squeezed his almost non-existent biscept. It fell back to his side with a slap and he sighed. 'It might be important.' 'Nick'll kill you.' 'Why did the dummy leave it here in the first place?' Greg's internal combat came to an abrupt end when the phone ceased to ring its overly cheerful jingle.
Greg pouted at his Inner-Selves for their conflicts. He had an idea: call her back. He beamed at the notion and patted himself on the back for being so clever.
He reclined upside down on the couch in the room. His feet in the air, his head not quite touching the ground. He held the phone in front of him and swallowed his fear for his Inner-Selves to gnaw on. Maybe they would be too occupied to fight. His mind was clear, even though the blood was rushing to his head, as he searched for the enigma known as 'Norah.'
"Hello? Nick is that you?" The female voice said as Greg again gulped and tried to choke out something, anything. "Nick! Answer me, it's not funny!"
Greg cleared his throat. "Hi," was all he could stifle out of his tight throat.
"Nicky?"
"Actually," Greg said, "this is his very cute co-worker-Greg Sanders." Greg became less tense.
"Why are you on his cell phone?" She asked with suspiciousness and cautiousness.
"He left it here. He's out-" Greg stopped as he saw Nick walk though the door of the break room.
"Greg, have you seen my cell?" Nick asked.
Greg's Adam's apple bounced down and back up to it's rightful spot on his neck as he gulped once again. "Yeah...um...Norah?"
"Hello? How do you know? Is Nick there?" Norah asked as Greg looked up at Nick, thinking of some excuse for why he's talking on his cell phone. "Hello?"
"Norah?" Nick excitedly snatched the phone from Greg.
Greg set his hands firmly on the ground as he brought his feet over his head and flipped off the couch onto the floor. He cleared his throat and picked up a newspaper he had kicked off the end table in his attempt to be a gymnast. The table held magazines-mostly science-related, of course-five different worldly newspapers and coasters, although no one used them and it was visible from the annoying circles from the coffee cups. Even though the table seemed to show them off proudly, Brass thought they only showed that the scientists were slobs when not on the job.
Greg sat on the couch and eavesdropping into the conversation, which must have been more interesting on the Norah-side of the phone because the only thing he heard was "yeah," "okay," and laughs from Nick. He could tell she was talking about him when Nick glanced at Greg and laughed. And maybe it was good, but probably not. Greg knew he had made a bad first impression but didn't care, as his Inner-Self #2 said: girls like muscles, not brains, he had no chance with Norah--not while Nick was around.
Nick gave a final laugh and replied casually into the phone that he'd "be there in fifteen minutes." Greg looked at his watch. 2:51. Why was he going on a date so early? Nick hit a button on his phone and Norah was gone.
"Stay off my phone, man," Nick warned and was gone. Greg got off the couch and walked to the doorframe.
"Sorry," he shouted down the long hall at the back of Nick's head. "Have fun on your date."
"I'd explain why it's not a date but I don't have time," Nick yelled back at the assumption the lab tech threw at him. "I have to pick up my niece at the airport." He turned the corner and glanced back at Greg, grinning like a ninny at the thought of a single woman. Nick couldn't help but cringe at what was probably running through Greg's mind. Something about lacy underwear or new pick-up lines, no doubt.
AUTHOR: Jess (Penname: Jessica-Rae Szmanda)
GENRE: CSI
SUMMARY: Nick's niece Norah comes to Vegas for a second chance at her acting career, with secrets being unearthed and crushed being revealed can Nick and Norah's relationship hold strong?
MAIN CHARACTERS: Nick Stokes, Norah Stokes, Greg Sanders, Lydia Bennett, Warrick Brown
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, I don't have much time to write anymore (BLAME IT ON ERIC'S HAIR! HAHA KAYLA!) because of freakin' midterms but I've been trying. Please review. Muchas gracias to my bestest bud Kayla for being one of the very few people who actually accepts my love for CSI, and is also a fan. HOW MANY DAYS UNTIL CALI?! ;) Be sure to read Kayla's story, The Truth behind the Paperdoll, which is about Lydia, and is a sibling story to Story of an Enigma (STORY ID: 1351071)
Chapter One:
The Enigma Formally Known as Norah
Nick and Sara walked over the pliable, polyethylene-looking, green astro- turf. "There's our guy," Sara replied looking at the lifeless corpse on the parched soil by home plate.
"Looks like a home run," Nick quipped. He picked up the baseball mitt, worn and dusty, lying by the body and placed it in an oversized brown envelope. He walked over to a puzzling wet spot on the arid baseball diamond about five feet away from the body. "What the heck?" Sara looked up and walked over to him. She crouched next to him.
"Get a sample," she said while standing back up. She looked across the field. "David's coming to pick the body up the body, check if he has a wallet for an I.D." Nick nodded and reached into the corpse's back pocket of his denim jeans.
"Paul Garland. Blue eyes. Blonde hair?" He looked at "Paul" in confusion. "He doesn't have blonde hair," Nick noted.
Sara shrugged. "Maybe he dyed his hair," she suggested. "I'll make a note of checking his original hair color when we get back to the lab," she announced while plucking a hair from the victim's head with a pair of tweezers. She dropped the dark brown string of hair into a little envelope.
David finally approached the two CSIs after the long walk from the parking lot of the baseball park.
"Hey David," Sara smiled, shielding her eyes to get a closer look at him, almost blinded by the Nevada sun. She always hated sports for that reason- no trees-not admitting she actually touched anything but a beaker in school, let alone a baseball.
Nick, on the other hand, was quite the jock in school. He especially liked football, but to keep occupied on the off-season he swung a couple of bats, and tennis rackets, but don't think he will confess that to just anyone.
"Sara, Nick," David nodded. "Is he ready?" They nodded in unison at David as he took the corpse's temperature to let the anxious duo know the approximate time of death. The way Sara looked both irritated at the sun in her eyes and impatient because of the heat, made him work faster. That may have been the result of the fact that everyone and their teddy bear had a crush on Sara-David included.
While David was occupied with checking out a certain female CSI and other various things, most involving dead bodies, Nick saw something in the dirt of the diamond. "Hey Sara, check this out," he said, his eyes set on the colossal shoeprints.
"Whoa," Sara choked out. The prints were about 3 times the size of Sara's size 7-and-a-half foot. "Those are the biggest feet I've ever seen," she continued, "And you know what they say about big feet, right?" She smirked as both men looked down at their feet, "They get caught faster."
Nick acted natural, "Oh yeah, Grissom says that all the time." Sara laughed and David shook his head and smiled.
"Well, that's good because unless Bigfoot tripped over Paul and accidentally," David started, putting invisible quotes on the word 'accidentally,' "Stepped on him they got involved in a pretty rough fight. Feet included." He lifted up the dulled and discolored printed T-shirt to reveal a dusty shoe print, apparently Bigfoot's, taking up most of the body's chest cavity, which seemed sunken in. "I'm thinking broken ribs and punctured lungs but I'll let you know more when I get him back and find out for sure."
"Thanks, David," Nick said. "Sara, I'm going to go back to the lab and process this evidence, can you make a cast of the print and meet me at the lab?" Sara nodded and reached for her field kit, still staring at the shoe print, but now sitting on the grass of the field. Her demin jeans being the only thing protecting her from the prickly, artificial grass. Nick laughed and headed out toward the parking lot.
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Greg paced the break room with Nick's ringing cell phone, which flashed 'NORAH' more furiously than the first sixty-three times.
Greg fought with himself. 'Answer it, maybe Norah will fall in love with your voice and ditch Nick, I mean you're cuter and funnier and more spontaneous and....' Greg's other side interrupted, 'Yeah right, girls don't like brains, they like muscles.' Greg lifted his arm and squeezed his almost non-existent biscept. It fell back to his side with a slap and he sighed. 'It might be important.' 'Nick'll kill you.' 'Why did the dummy leave it here in the first place?' Greg's internal combat came to an abrupt end when the phone ceased to ring its overly cheerful jingle.
Greg pouted at his Inner-Selves for their conflicts. He had an idea: call her back. He beamed at the notion and patted himself on the back for being so clever.
He reclined upside down on the couch in the room. His feet in the air, his head not quite touching the ground. He held the phone in front of him and swallowed his fear for his Inner-Selves to gnaw on. Maybe they would be too occupied to fight. His mind was clear, even though the blood was rushing to his head, as he searched for the enigma known as 'Norah.'
"Hello? Nick is that you?" The female voice said as Greg again gulped and tried to choke out something, anything. "Nick! Answer me, it's not funny!"
Greg cleared his throat. "Hi," was all he could stifle out of his tight throat.
"Nicky?"
"Actually," Greg said, "this is his very cute co-worker-Greg Sanders." Greg became less tense.
"Why are you on his cell phone?" She asked with suspiciousness and cautiousness.
"He left it here. He's out-" Greg stopped as he saw Nick walk though the door of the break room.
"Greg, have you seen my cell?" Nick asked.
Greg's Adam's apple bounced down and back up to it's rightful spot on his neck as he gulped once again. "Yeah...um...Norah?"
"Hello? How do you know? Is Nick there?" Norah asked as Greg looked up at Nick, thinking of some excuse for why he's talking on his cell phone. "Hello?"
"Norah?" Nick excitedly snatched the phone from Greg.
Greg set his hands firmly on the ground as he brought his feet over his head and flipped off the couch onto the floor. He cleared his throat and picked up a newspaper he had kicked off the end table in his attempt to be a gymnast. The table held magazines-mostly science-related, of course-five different worldly newspapers and coasters, although no one used them and it was visible from the annoying circles from the coffee cups. Even though the table seemed to show them off proudly, Brass thought they only showed that the scientists were slobs when not on the job.
Greg sat on the couch and eavesdropping into the conversation, which must have been more interesting on the Norah-side of the phone because the only thing he heard was "yeah," "okay," and laughs from Nick. He could tell she was talking about him when Nick glanced at Greg and laughed. And maybe it was good, but probably not. Greg knew he had made a bad first impression but didn't care, as his Inner-Self #2 said: girls like muscles, not brains, he had no chance with Norah--not while Nick was around.
Nick gave a final laugh and replied casually into the phone that he'd "be there in fifteen minutes." Greg looked at his watch. 2:51. Why was he going on a date so early? Nick hit a button on his phone and Norah was gone.
"Stay off my phone, man," Nick warned and was gone. Greg got off the couch and walked to the doorframe.
"Sorry," he shouted down the long hall at the back of Nick's head. "Have fun on your date."
"I'd explain why it's not a date but I don't have time," Nick yelled back at the assumption the lab tech threw at him. "I have to pick up my niece at the airport." He turned the corner and glanced back at Greg, grinning like a ninny at the thought of a single woman. Nick couldn't help but cringe at what was probably running through Greg's mind. Something about lacy underwear or new pick-up lines, no doubt.