Ok, here it is...my very first fan-fic ever. Actually my very first story ever. This is my first and I have done this secretly not knowing how addicting it would become.

I have only been a lurking reader here. Today, I am making my leap into writer.

Apparently I have to say I don't own any of these characters, except for Jules and any other ones I made up in my head. I don't own CSI and all that? Ok, there it is.

This is a story with a twist (kinda) and it involves mainly Warrick, Jules, and Nick. Some other characters may pop in here and there. Warning, aside from profanity that is sprinkled throughout, in the chapters that follow there will be SMUT so this is rated M for a reason.

Oh, and I read people asking for reviews so while I am not sure how that works, I would definitely love to hear some thoughts...Be kind; I'm a newbie.

Ok, without further ado, I introduce to you my first story.

Chapter 1

It was close to 1:00 in the morning when Warrick called asking her to meet him at the lab. He knew she would be awake. Jules answered the phone knowing who it would be, figuring he just wanted her to bring him a double espresso to keep him going. She did that for him every now and then. Without a hello she began her greeting with,

"Oh, c'mon, Warrick! I'm watching a movie and am in my pajamas already!" she whined before he even told her what he wanted .

"No, no just I need to talk to you and since it's a rare thing to have a night this quiet, I was hoping you could come meet me now," he said.

"Oh yeahhhh, whaddya need to tell me? Who is she this time?" Jules laughed with her eyes rolling.

"Hey - just tell me when can you get here! Can you be here in 20 minutes?" he asked ignoring her comment.

"Ugh," she groaned getting up from the couch, "Allll right, all right! I'll meet you, but you gotta give me at least 40," she negotiated.

"Yeah, that's good but…um, can you pick me up a double espresso on the way here?"

"Yes, I will," she agreed.

Walking into the kitchen, Jules dumped her drink in the sink and put her glass in the dish washer. On her way out of the kitchen she pulls a few grapes out of the fruit bowl on the table and eats them on the way up the stairs. Jules knew she could get there in 40 minutes; it wouldn't take her long to get ready. She wasn't the type who needed an hour or two to get it all together. Glancing into the bathroom mirror she decided to just leave her hair clipped up and let the pieces, that had long since fallen, frame her beautiful face. She did however, decide to put some lipstick on to brighten herself up a bit. Jules had always been unaware of how pretty she was or what little effort she had to put in to look that way.

Jules shuffled down the hall to her room, pulling her pajama cami over her head as she went. Once she was in her room she threw it onto the chair in the corner, where a mound of other items were piling up. Scooting out of the matching pale yellow boy shorts, she added them to the collection as well. She glanced at the pile, remembering how she had meant to organize it today, but never did seem to get around to it. And now, as usual, she would just have to do it later. She dug around in her top drawer to find some underwear. She didn't care if they matched her bra, she just needed a pair. But, as it so happened, she found the match and slid them on. After choosing an Ed Hardy "Love Hurts" tee from her selection, she placed it over her head hoping it wouldn't pull at her hair clip since she didn't feel like fussing with it. Quickly pulling on a pair of faded blue jeans, which happened to be her favorite since they were "broken in" so perfectly, she grabbed her car keys off her dresser, and sprayed herself with her favorite perfume as a last minute thought. After making sure all the doors and windows were locked up tight, something Warrick always drilled into her head, she jumped into her car and in a flash she was on her way.

Smiling at the security guard as he held the door open for her, she balanced three cups of coffee in a little cardboard holder.

"Hey Bill, what's the good word?" she chirped.

"Not much, Sweetheart, how 'bout you?" he cheerfully replied.

"Oh, same old, same old. Hey, you see that cup right there?" her eyes directing him to a large Dunkin' Donuts cup that had an L/S written in black marker on its white plastic lid.

"Uh huh," Bill nodded.

Looking back up at him she whispered "It's yours…shhh! Don't let Sheila know how I spoil you. Still like it light and sweet?".

Bill smiled from ear to ear. Jules was the sweetest little thing he ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"You know me too well, kiddo," the gray haired man gushed, "You do know how much I love you for this, right?".

Jules gave him a wink and replied back, "I'm countin' on it Billy Boy."

Jules exited the elevator and turned right toward the lab. Warrick heard the elevator and walked into the hall to meet her. She smiled when she saw him waiting for her.

"You know it took you an hour, right?" he informed her.

"Whatever. Here's your coffee." she said.

He took the cup on the left leaving the other cup with the FV written on the lid for her. He knew she was a French Vanilla fiend and that one would be hers.

"Thanks, Girl," Warrick said and held her shoulder as the walked into the empty lab. He closed the door for privacy even though the whole room was made out of windows. He didn't do it to hide anything other then his words. He had something to tell her and he knew it would upset her. He leaned against the lab table and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Before he could speak, she looked around and said,

"Why is it so cold in here?" grasping her coffee cup with both hands.

Without answering her, Warrick handed her his jacket and at the same time began the conversation he had rehearsed all day to himself. He tread softly but he knew no matter how he said it, it would drop the floor out from under her.

Jules walked past the break room without making it her usual pit stop. Nick was drinking a mug of coffee, but looked up in time to see her walk by. Nick hoped she would stop and come into the break room to talk.

"Hey, hey Jules", he yelled out.

She froze hearing Nick's voice. She closed her eyes tightly. She wanted to see him but her head hurt and her brain was on overload. She also worried that if she saw him she might cry and that was not something she ever wanted to do. Strangely, she felt a connection with Nick even though she had only known him for a few months. She wasn't sure why or how, but that night at the club, when she met him for the first time, she was drawn to him. She felt like she knew him for a lifetime. She wasn't sure if it was because she had heard so much about him from Warrick; knowing he was his best friend, and his partner at work. She wasn't sure, she just knew she felt tied to him somehow. Of course, she didn't actually tell anyone that, but she knew she felt it.

Jules opened her eyes, turned, and put on a fake smile, as she walked into the break room. Nick took one look at her and furrowed his brow.

"Jules, are you ok? Is something wrong?" he inquired.

He had instantly recognized that she didn't look like her normal happy self to him. She looked almost scared. Jules worried that if she spoke her voice would crack so she just stared back at him remaining silent. Nick quickly got up and touched her arm as he lead her over to the table. Pulling out the chair he asks her to please sit.

"I know it's 2:30 in the morning but…do you want a cup of coffee?" he offered. "Sorry we don't have French vanilla creamer but it's fresh."

She smiled slightly at him, mostly because he remembered she liked French Vanilla creamer in her coffee.

Nick bashfully added, "The diner…you always get it at the diner when you come along for breakfast."

"No, no, Nick. Actually I just had one but thank you.", she managed to answer.

Jules propped her elbow on the table and rested her cheek in her hand, feeling very tired. Nick suddenly asked,

"Did you talk to Warrick? He told me you'd be meeting him here. He said it was important and he needed time to talk to you."

Jules nodded but again didn't speak.

"What happened? Do you wanna talk about it?" he questioned.

"No, no," she said shaking her head, "I'm fine, it's ok. I just want to go home. I'm ok, really. I'm uh, I'm just gonna go. "

She tried to sound cheerful and faked a smile. He sighed and leaned in toward her.

"Jules, you do realize I'm an investigator, right? I know when people are lying and I know when smiles are for affect. Something's wrong, Darlin'!" Nick paused and then continued,

"I hope you know you can talk to me. You do know that right?"

She nodded, stood up and walked toward the door leaving Nicky behind looking concerned and confused. With one last glance, she looked back and whispered,

"Thank you, but I'm fine," before walking out to the elevator.

All the way down in the elevator she hoped Security Bill wouldn't be in the lobby. She got lucky and she scurried out the door before he returned. With her mind numb, she had to think about where she parked her car. When she found it she could not believe what she was seeing. Was this a joke? Her back tire was completely flat.

"Oh no, no, no, no, not now, no!" as if demanding it to go away.

She looked in her purse to get her keys to open the trunk, but they weren't in there. Things flung to the ground as she dug frantically.

"Where the fuck are they? Are you fucking kidding me?" she said out loud.

She shook her purse from side to side and dug around again, although she knew darn well they weren't in there. She felt the burn in her eyes and a lump form in her throat as she realized she had left them in Warrick's pocket when she wore his jacket in the lab. Warrick had left with her keys.

"Ok Jules, no worries," she said to herself. "Just call a cab to take you home. She froze. And she said aloud two simple words: "House Keys."

She didn't have her keys to get into the house! This was the last straw. She kicked her car. She kicked it again. She wasn't sure how many times or how long she'd be kicking it, but she did know she just allowed the flood gate of tears to open wide.

In the locker room, as Nick packed up his stuff from his locker, he was still wondering what Warrick had told Jules to get her so sad. He would have to wait to ask him since he was taking some very uncommon time off. He had to use some of his sick days or he would lose them and he figured he might as well just allow himself to relax. He grabbed his stuff and sighed. He was happy to be leaving but he also hoped he wouldn't miss any good cases while gone. He leaned into Grissom's office and rapped on the door frame.

Grissom looked up from his file and Nick gave him a "so long" salute. Grissom took off his glasses and said,

"Nicky my boy, you better not even think about coming back here early. Enjoy that time off. And if you get bored or lonely…then go out!! Just don't come to this lab!"

Nick beamed a "Stokes smile" and said, "No problem there, Boss."

He knew he was half lying. He would get bored and probably lonely but he knew better than to come back after Griss gave those orders. As Nicky walked to his truck he could hear a commotion across the parking lot. As his eyes scanned the lot he immediately knew the car and who it was kicking it. He shook his head smiling until he came closer and saw she was not only serious but crying. He came up behind her and inherently wrapped his arms around her. For a split second she melted backward into him but soon stiffened up and pushed him away.

"Get off of me!" she yelled elbowing him in the chest.

He let go and she turned and pushed him again. She tried again to push him and he put his hands up to surrender but she pushed him anyway. She hit his chest again and then again until he leaned forward and held her tightly whispering,

"Jules, no. Just stop. You're okay. It's ok. It's ok.. Everything will be ok. Let me help you."

He felt her body droop under his arms as she stopped fighting and succumbed to her sadness. She buried her face in the crook of his arm and cried. Nick waited. He knew she needed to let it out. Finally he gently brought her face upward and pushed back her hair to look into her teary eyes. He stared at her staying silent. He knew he needed no words to relate what he wanted her to know - he was there for her and she could trust that. Jules nodded looking ashamed. Nick held the sides of her arms holding her at arm's length and said,

"Ok Darlin', now do you want to tell me what's got you so sad & angry?"

Jules wasn't one to let someone comfort her. Nick had no idea how he was actually one of only a special few right now. She looked up at him to answer his question and boldly replied,

"Who the hell knows! Where do I even begin?" She felt angry, but still continued.

"Warrick is being the big man of wisdom, my supposed voice of reason, my rock and my hard place. He brought me back to a place I'd rather forget. I have too many thoughts and feelings racing through my brain. Never mind that my back tire is flat and for the grand finale I left my keys in Warrick's pocket! So, yeah tonight just ain't a good night, Stokes!"

Nick stared at her a few seconds before asking her where Warrick was. This time she calmly answered him,

"He and Catherine had a scene on Richmar Ave. that they had to leave quickly for. I guess that's what he gets for saying it was a slow night!"

That made them both smile.

"But, I gotta tell you, I was actually happy he had to go…to give my mind a break. I just don't want to hear him, Nick. I can't. I can't do this. I can't go there!" she protested. "Why is this happening to me?"

He knew it was a rhetorical question so he didn't even attempt to answer it.

"You know what, I just want to go home.", she sighed. "I want to go home and I fucking can't!"

She bit the inside of her cheek and frowned. She was getting fired up again. Nick couldn't let that happened so he took control and just told her what she was gonna do.

"Listen to me, Jules. I just got off shift. I'm headed home and you're gonna come home with me tonight."

She backed up a bit and started to protest by shaking her head while saying "No but thank…", but he spoke over her…

"aaaannnd after a good night's rest you will be able to think clearly and maybe I can even help you figure whatever it is all out."

Jules was still shaking her head when he had no choice but to pull out his ace in the hole.

"Well Darlin', let's face it, at this point, ya really have no choice!"

His Texan accent comforted her in a strange way and she knew she couldn't argue with him. Secretly she actually wanted to go home with Nick. She didn't really want to be alone.