Blue Fire

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Ch1: Define

A blue fire burns hotter than a red one, but anyone rarely sees a blue fire that's how you could describe their relationship rarely seen but full of passion. They walk on the dance floor of their favorite jazz club, they have a firm but gentle grip on each other's hand he twirls her around putting his other hand around on her waist pulling her closer to him. This was their favorite place to hang outside of their profession, the jazz music helped them relax and allowed them to show each other the affection that they are starved from each other during the work day. They have a deep profound love for one another but it's not allowed for them. She turns around putting her back turns him as he embraces her lovingly, he kisses the crook of her neck wrapping his arms around her as they dance.

After they dance they sit at the bar next to each other in silence just enjoying each other's company. The jazz club was dimly lit with just a couple candles and weak lights at the bar, the jazz music was quiet but soothing. They don't need to speak to feel the presence of each other they look and smile and laugh as they give each other the occasion peek. He leans across and gives her a kiss. He stands taking her hand as they walk to the car they hold hand just barely by their fingers he opens the door for her helping her inside. He drives because they are going to his house at a stop light he reaches across and holds her hand.

Once they get to his home she walks inside and places her purse on his counter, he throws his jacket on the sofa and puts his keys on the counter he pulls her towards him smiling. He kisses her and picks her up and carries her to his bedroom he lays her on the bed she starts to unbutton his shirt she was taking too long so he pulled it off and threw it on the floor. She stands kissing him before pushing him onto the bed taking off her dress. She climbs on top of him disrobing her bra he pulls her towards him kissing her. He loves the way she kisses, her touch, her beauty and the way she makes him feel inside and out. She felt the same way and more.

All of a sudden there was an abundance of smoke filling the room they both try to ignore it trying to concentrate on each other. She started to cough as did he the room was filled with smoke they both got out of the bed. He pulled up his pants as she covered her body with the sheet, he grabbed doorknob unable to open it. He felt a flash of heat he immediately pulled it away leaving some skin on the door knob. She fell off the bed grabbing his shirt he ran to the window trying to open it but it wouldn't budge finally he smashed it out with his elbow.

DB and Greg arrive on the scene of arson. DB was asking Greg all sorts of questions especially when it came out that the arson was at a fellow CSIs house… Nick's house. DB didn't really know Nick or his past troubles.

"So would you say Nick has a lot of enemies?" DB asked getting his kit following Greg as he watched fire fighters combat the blaze. The fire at its base was blue but went to a bright red at its tips as it claimed the one side of Nick's house.

"He's had his more than fair share of enemies… oh geez." Greg said rubbing his head nervous for his friend. He looked around looking for Nick and not seeing him but Brass came up to them. Greg could see IAB everywhere and knew was bad.

"This is going to be a mess," Brass said putting his notebook away.

"How's Nick?" Greg asked as the fire marshal called for Brass.

"He's fine… he's over there." Brass said being vague with his answers as if he didn't want to get involve with the train wreck that seemed to be destined. Brass walked to the marshal and Greg went to his friend as DB took photos of the fire.

"Nick, what happened?" Greg asked Nick was shirtless covered in soot and had bandages on his one hand and deep scrapes up his arm. His hair was a mess and his skin was flush and his belt was gone causing his pants to sag his shoes were gone, and he looked nervous.

"I… I can't… I can't talk about it," Nick said quietly touching his face, Greg looked confused and slightly upset with Nick.

"What? What is going on?" Greg said trying to keep his own anger in check. "Nick IAB is everywhere…"

"Dang it Greg! If I could talk about it I would!" Nick said frustrated as DB walked up on them as IAB followed.

"CSI Stokes…"

"I'm not saying anything till my union rep is here," Nick says interrupting the IAB agents. DB started to take some pictures.

"Stokes…"

"Did you hear me?" Nick said getting frustrated as another flash from DB's camera blinded him. Nick released a deep breath trying not to get frustrated but another flash just sets him off. "Stop taking my picture!" Nick said swatting the camera away Greg slightly pushed him back trying to stop the situation from escalating. Nick walked away but Greg followed as did DB.

"Nick…"

"You want to know why I can't talk?" Nick said upset moving so they could see who was in the ambulance.

"Catherine…" Greg said quietly shocked as can be.

"I have to go to the hospital," Nick said walking away towards Catherine as the ambulance was getting ready to leave. DB and Greg both saw her. She was wearing one of Nick's dress shirts and what seemed to be nothing else, her hair a mess and she too was covered in soot.

"Tell me Greg…" DB said checking out the integrity of his camera. "What is the policy on inter office affairs, of the romantic?"

"Strictly not allowed… Nick and Catherine, no way. It has to be something else?"

"I don't know, Greg. " DB said walking away to Brass.

"Fire marshal said that there is a definite trace of accelerant they said that Nick's living room was almost saturated in something,"

"What makes a fire blue?" Greg asked as the firefighters finally beat the fire putting it all out.

"I'm not sure…" DB said walking towards the house.

"Nick say anything?" Brass asked quietly to Greg who immediately was interested in anything Brass knew.

"No, do you know anything?"

"No he didn't say anything either did Catherine but IAB is here and by their appearance you don't have to be a genius or a scientist to know what they were doing. It kind of makes you think…"

"Think what?"

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long they have been knocking boots? How long it could've gone on for if Nick's house didn't turn into Dante's inferno?"

They say fire can be a rite of passage in some ways I wonder if that's what was happening? How do you like the Catnip?

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