A/N: Okay this one is kinda sad, just a warning.
Disclaimers: Don't own it.
Summary: The last straw.
Nick sat down on his couch. He laid his head back and sighed. He sat up and flipped on the television. He lay down on the couch and sipped the beer in his hand.
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Nick woke up to the sound of his cell phone. He pulled it out from his jeans pocket and pressed the talk button.
"Stokes," he said into the phone.
"Nick, where are you?" Grissom's voice came through the phone.
"At my house," Nick replied hesitantly.
"Why aren't you at work?" Grissom asked.
"Huh?" Nick asked glancing at his watch, "Shit! Ok, I'll be there in 40 minutes."
"Yeah," Grissom replied before hanging up.
Nick sat up quickly. Not a good idea, he thought as pain seized through his back.
He quickly got off the couch and dashed to the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and jumped into the shower. He was in and out in less than 5 minutes.
He walked to his room and dug out a pair of jeans and a shirt from his dresser. He tugged on some boxers then the jeans and shirt. He threw the towel onto the ground and grabbed his cell phone, CSI vest, and his gun and he was out the door.
He jogged up to his Tahoe and reached for the door handle. He yanked on it, but it wouldn't open.
"Damn it," he whispered harshly as he dug his hand into his jeans pocket for the keys. When he didn't find them there he dashed back into his apartment and rummaged for the keys. 5 minutes later he finally found them under the sofa.
He jogged back out side, by this time out of breath, and opened the Tahoe. He started up the engine and pulled out of the driveway. It took him under 10 minutes to get to the crime lab.
He parked his Tahoe and hopped out. He practically ran to the entrance and walked past the receptionist's desk.
He kept walking until he reached Grissom's office. With a deep breath he knocked on the door.
"Come in," came Grissom's muffled voice.
Nick opened the door and stepped inside.
A/N: If you haven't figured it out by now, Nick is my absolute favorite CSI. I probably wouldn't be watching CSI anymore if I hadn't happened to see the cute guy standing off to the right hand side of the screen in "Chaos Theory." Anyway, sorry this chapter was short and didn't really go along with the summary, but wait til the next one. It will be up soon, I just had to post this one tonight, or this chappy would've included the stuff in the next one, sorry I'm rambling. Anyway, please review, and I hope you like it so far.